Chapter 52 Trouble

In the morning, the peak of sitting cross-legged in the practice room, slowly opened his closed eyes, and a trace of loss loomed his face.

It turned out that when he returned to the dormitory, Gao Feng copied one of Dante's five secret books one by one and practiced them according to the secrets. However, no matter which series of skills he practiced, the spiritual power of other departments would be mixed, making the absorbed spiritual power mottled. The five-series mottled spirit body is like a piece of iron-absorbing stone, both iron needles and iron crumbs are sucked up one by one, without distinction.

Feeling the slowly flowing five-series mottled spiritual power in his body, Gao Feng frowned and thought about various reasons in his heart.

"There is no spiritual power secret book specially suitable for the cultivation of the five-series mottled physique. The effect of cultivation is really not very good. I feel that the spiritual power in the body has only increased a little bit. According to such a cultivation speed, it will take a long time to form a spiritual power vortex and achieve the realm of swordsmen. Well, no wonder the five-series mottled constitution is called the waste spiritual root. Gao Feng sighed and stood up.

Today is the second day after the top five selection, and the next round of competition will start tomorrow.

The Gao Feng brothers had just finished washing and were ready to go out for breakfast. Irene suddenly came in with red eyes and couldn't help pulling Gao Feng out.

"Lin'er, what's wrong with you? Why are your eyes red?"

Walking on the shady path, Gao Feng gently scraped Irene's nose and asked with concern.

"My father came last night. He said that he wanted you to win the first place in this competition and allowed us to date, otherwise... Feng, you must get the first place! I want him to know that the person I like is the best!" Irene stared at the peak with slightly red eyes.

"Ye-huh, fool, don't worry!" Gao Fengfeng smiled lightly, and his slightly rough hand stroked Irene's little face and said softly. A bright and warm smile from the bottom of his heart appeared on his face.

Looking at Gao Feng's straight body, she was straight and powerful. With a touch of perseverance in her dark eyes and a smile on her face, Irene felt slightly better, and the sweet Chao Gao Feng showed two small dimples.

A trace of self-mockery and debauchery flashed in his eyes. Gao Feng's heart was in a turbulent mood at this time. Naturally, he knew why Irene's father was like this. Even if he entered the top five, he was still just a five-series mottled waste that was temporarily ahead of his peers.

"In this case, I will definitely win the first place in this freshman competition!" He exhaled softly, and a trace of fierceness flashed in Gao Feng's eyes.

After breakfast, Gao Feng and Irene walked to the library side by side. He had a hunch that if he wanted to create a special skill of the five-series mottled system, or find a secret book that is most suitable for the cultivation of the five-series mottled physique, I'm afraid that he must be familiar with the various characteristics of the five-series spiritual power. In this case, the library is undoubtedly the best place to go.

In the library of Holy Land College, Gao Feng is hungry to supplement the basic knowledge of the spiritual power of the five departments. The more he studied, the more he learned about the breadth and depth of the spiritual power of the five series. He was deeply addicted to it. Even Irene, who had been accompanying him, was temporarily ignored by him.

And under the eager study of the peak, the sky gradually darkened, and a full moon sprinkled wisps of silver-white light shining on the earth.

It was not until Irene urged again and again that Gao Feng reluctantly put down a book about the five-series mottled physique and left the library with her.

"In the past, my imagination was too simple. I thought that as long as I broke through the body, I could practice spiritual power. Now it's too naive to think about it. Not to mention that the five-series mottled spiritual power is much weaker than a single spiritual power, but if you want to have a special cultivation secret book, you can't find it. No wonder many predecessors sighed, "The five-series mottled physique is the sadness of our generation!" Thinking about all kinds of problems in his mind, Gao Feng didn't really realize the sadness of his physique until now.

"Feng, don't worry! As long as you work hard, I believe you must be the best!" Perhaps seeing the carelessness of the peak beside her, Irene smiled sweetly and clenched her little fist to encourage him.

In the face of Irene's encouragement, Gao Feng felt in vain that his whole body was full of strength again. He nod his head fiercely and grinned.

"Since I'm not talented, I will work ten times harder than others!" Gao Feng viciously encouraged himself.

In the practice room of the dormitory where the three Gao Feng's brothers live, Gao Feng's body quickly fluctuates, suddenly as fast as a spiritual ape, sometimes as stable as a rock, sometimes short breathing, sometimes slow, and sometimes slowly. His chest is like a bellows, containing a strange law. His body rushes forward like electricity, as if it were integrated into the air, without sound, with two fists. And the body is strangely surrounded by a strong wind, flashing like teleportation, and the speed is fast and scary!

After a long time, he stopped practicing, suddenly captured the broad sword not far away, and his body suddenly ran forward. In the sound of hunting, the set of "Wind Sword Skills" was displayed by him...

The moon is high, and the Holy Land College in the middle of the night is very silent, but the wind is in the ears and the insects are ringing.

Gao Feng was difficult to fall asleep. He leaned lazily by the window, and Irene's words echoed in his ear; "Feng, you must get the first place! I want him to know that the person I like is the best!"

These words echoed repeatedly in his mind, and Gao Feng's eyes slowly narrowed, and a fierce momentum suddenly slowly emanated from his body!

The night is late, and the cold moon hangs high in the sky.

There is no sound next to the small lake in the depths of San Diego College. A lonely shadow, wandering in the cold moonlight, walking aimlessly in the faint clouds. Unconsciously, he walked through the quaint gazebo and arrived at the quiet and beautiful lake. The level is like a mirror, the waves are calm, and the stars are all over the sky, all falling into the water, which is particularly quiet and beautiful.

The beautiful scenery of Si Liangchen is amazing.

But this man didn't seem to pay attention to this at all. He just stood by the water and looked at the water, as if she was recalling something. For a long time, her body suddenly trembled, her hands were clenched, and it looked very painful.

Then, she slowly turned her head, looked at the blue-black boulder on the lake, and walked slowly.

The moonlight shone on her face, which was a little sad. There was a smile on her frosty face, and it turned out to be a butterfly rain.

She gently stroked the slippery boulder with her hand and muttered, "Brother Gao Feng, can't we go back to the past again? Xiaoqing, why did Brother Gaofeng do this to me? The butterfly rain is slender and soft, stretching out like an orchid, facing the strange green snake in the palm of its hand.

"Myss..." The green snake spit out the red series and swims in the hands of the butterfly rain.

"Oh..." With a sigh, Di Yu's beautiful face, which was full of sadness, was slow, with a string of crystal tears dripping down...

"Xiaoqing, maybe I shouldn't be like this. However, I really can't restrain myself. The master has agreed to my request. Is it just that Brother Gao Feng can really forgive me?" Muttering to himself alone, the dish rain stopped the slowly dripping tears, smiled, and then left.

The wind is in my ears, and the sound of insects is still singing. No one knows that there is a person who once shed sad tears here...