Chapter 155 Meeting with Teacher Cang

On the silver mirror, the blue number seemed to dance elegantly under the control of a skilled magician, and quickly exceeded five digits. Thousands of people gathered in the square curiously looking at the young swordsman with a faint smile on the stage. They don't know what the guy who had just confessed to Mr. Cang was playing.

"Sister Mimi, it's already 15,000." Sun Jia, a fierce girl, shook Xiao's mysterious ring on her chest, but her eyes were excited.

Xiao Mie also changed his previous contempt and silently cheered for Ling Li. At this time, she felt that the swordsmen in her class on the stage were not so annoying. Guo Qiang, who wanted to watch Ling Li's good drama at the beginning, widened his eyes. He never thought that this not-looking truant king would explode like this.

Oh, my God, even if they have eleven people, each magic power is relatively considerable.

When the 10,000 digits changed from one to two, no one made fun of the swordsman on the stage. And some good people began to inquire about their identity on the stage. When they learned that they were standing on the stage from the swordsman class and defeated Major Hills' Ling Li in the entrance examination, their expressions were different. Those sword colleges had put aside their previous prejudice against Ling Li and were proud that there was such an excellent person in their college. . Especially the girls who are in love at the beginning of the swordsmanship college, their eyes have changed from pride to enthusiasm. I can't help but feel admiring. Hi, he is so young that he must not have a girlfriend.

People in other colleges have most of their faces become solemn, envious and jealous. The Birdmen Gang of Class S, who had clashed with Ling Li in the Holy Land of the Axe College, are even more pale. This is really kicking the iron plate.

"Despicable guy, there must be something weird. There must be something wrong with that ring." Luke, a fire magician in the second-year of the Magic Comprehensive College, grimaced his teeth with hatred and said that he wanted to make Ling Wei regret it. He beat the drum in his heart, but he did not show weakness in his mouth.

"41360." The number on the silver mirror finally stopped. Ling Wei frowned and calculated quickly, so he was relieved to give up the intention to take out the fire dragon magic crystal from the iron sword space. In the battle of Feng clan, Ling Yan killed countless fire dragons. Naturally, who practiced Ling Yan's secret, he naturally owned all the trophies. Although he consumed a large part, the remaining fire dragon magic crystals were still only "massive" to describe.

These fire dragon magic crystals have different qualities. However, the lowest level is also the fifth level of the Holy Level. In terms of magic energy, each piece contains at least 2,418 magic crystals. As for some fire dragon magic crystals that break through the holy level, their energy is often 100,000. There are also several pieces of such anti-sky magic crystals in Ling's iron sword space.

The square is silent, with more than 40,000 magic powers. Some old deep-fried dough sticks that have been in the Bowen Academy for four years may not have been seen. What kind of concept is that! If one person occupies it for himself, he may be able to break through the holy step quickly by relying on Ling Yan's formula.

In the crowd, the bamboo pole-like muuse has a gloomy face, and his brain is calculating quickly. Forty360 divided by 11 is 3760, which is only four points less than myself. The muuse broke out in a cold sweat and quickly recalculated several times. When he was sure that he did not surpass himself, he was secretly happy and breathed a long sigh of relief.

364 points of magic power were allocated to him by the organization in order to enable him to complete the task better. If he didn't enter the top ten, the muuse didn't know what face he had to return to his life. He had heard that his former boss was also Fiss, who vowed to trample him under his feet, and was sentenced to death for his incompletion. That's the holy devil! In contrast, he is not even as good as ants. Thinking of this, the muse clenched fist and his knuckles turned whiter.

"Amazing, Ling Wei." Cang's still smiling eyes narrowed into a crescent.

"The dean laughed." Ling Li also said politely. Nearly November, Nosia's afternoon was also a little cool. Ling Li and Cang still face to face and look at each other. The breeze blew from behind, and her still ink-like hair floated gently, covering her lovely face. The mature charm of a woman is filled with a good smell of jasmine fragrance, floating in the air.

Ling Li secretly bit the tip of his tongue and tried not to let himself fall into intoxication. He still punched Cang slightly and walked off the stage.

"See you at night..." Looking at Ling Li's straight back, he still smiled cunningly, and there was a strong sourness on the square. Countless animals shed tears silently.

The result has come out, and the dragon girl Nina ranked first with an absolute advantage of 9,822, and the muse ranked second with 3,763 points of magic energy. A total of 11 people ranked third, including Ling Wei, Ling Hui, Ling Ling, Qin Si, Bing, Liu Ruoyu, A Hand, Lult, Little Ghost, Scholar and Little Demon. As for others, they were tragically squeezed out of the top ten.

Several families are happy and sad, but for most people, this is undoubtedly the darkest day of the Bowen College. The despicable swordsman named Ling Li not only used conspiracy and tricks to almost win the top ten position, but also deceived the heart of the goddess.

The night is as cool as water, and the silver moon hangs quietly on the deep sky. This is a winding river in Bowen College. Snow-white stone walls are piled up on both sides of the river, and willows are neatly like sentries. The green willows gently swing in the breeze and reflected in the river.

"Brother, I'm cold." Ling Hui put her hands around her arms, tightened her tight clothes, and said pitifully.

"Who asked you to come here, follower." Ling Li laughed and took a few steps to hold her in his arms. The girl's faint fragrance came, and there was a warm atmosphere in the air.

"Damn, Huier is not a follower. It was Sister Qin Si who asked me to stare at you. Ling Hui raised her little mouth and retorted.

Lovely brushed Ling Hui's slightly curly hair, with a faint smile on Ling's beautiful face. No matter what the strength of the beautiful woman in her arms is, she will always be a weak girl in front of him who needs to be taken care of and makes people feel distressed.

"Half an hour, Dean Cang, come quickly..." Ling Wei said to himself.

"Oh, Mr. Cang is beautiful, bad brother, don't hit others." Ling Hui closed her eyes and leaned comfortably on Ling's solid chest.

Ling raised his finger and gently knocked on his sister's head and said, "Little girl, don't think about it. What are you doing as a brother? Dean Cang is of the same generation as his mother.

"Ji..." A long pleasant sound of the Pegasus cut through the sky and came from afar. Ling Hui jumped out of Ling's arms like lightning. When the guilty brother and sister turned around, Cang still jumped down gracefully. Today, she is wearing a plain white dress with a milky yellow coat inside. Her high raised chest bulges it, and draws a deep and seductive gully in the moonlight.

"Hello, Ling Li." Cang still walked lightly and came over with a smile. When she saw Ling Hui behind Ling Li, her delicate body was slightly stunned, and her eyes naturally showed respect. It was not until Ling Hui shook her head gently that she became natural.

The moon star is sparse, and the bright moonlight shuttles through the clouds of light yarn. The beauty comes, which makes the plain river more colorful.

"Dean Cang, sit down as you like." Ling Wei said with both hands.

Cang still said with a smile, "Little guy, I'm here. What do you want to ask me?" I don't know when her mount was seduced far away by Ling Hui's "Qiu".

Hearing this, he was still called a little guy, and Ling Wei was depressed. But he still said, "It's really presumptuous today. I'm sorry to bother Dean Cang." He paused slightly and saw that Cang was still kindly waiting for himself to say, so he said bluntly, "On that day, my brother and sister and others were besieged by the enemy in Shuanghe Canyon. Thanks to Dean Cang, who rushed to relieve the siege in time at the critical moment, I am very grateful. But with all due respect, the situation was really too coincidental at that time. If Dean Cang said that he happened to pass by, it would be unbelievable.

"Ha ha, Ling, is this what you want to ask? Is there anything else?" Cang still laughed.

Seeing that Cang was still so talkative, Ling Li was also very surprised. He continued, "The second question has been consulted in the afternoon. Even if it is about the man of the bamboo hat, the dean said that he had never seen it at that time. In addition..."

The breeze blew, and the long hair still gently blew to the back of his head, and he smiled and said, "You might as well say it directly."

Ling was stunned, then his face changed and said seriously, "Dean Can you know about the collapse of the Creation Temple in the capital of Qushan?" But he didn't know that when it came to the "Temple of Creation", Ling Hui's delicate body behind him was slightly stiff.

The questioner looked at Ling Hui. After getting Ling Hui's gentle nod, the corners of his mouth were still slightly raised, and then he said leisurely, "Little guy, you guessed well. On that day, the merger was not a chance encounter. I was entrusted to secretly protect you for a long time.

As expected, Ling Wei continued, "I'm curious, who is this person? Who is the person you want to protect?

Seeing Ling Hui shaking her head slightly, Cang still said, "This is a long story. It's not the right time, but one day, you will slowly know, don't worry. The people who let me protect you have no malice towards you.

"It's not the right time" again, so when is it? Ling Li doesn't like the feeling of being controlled. But Cang still said this, and it was difficult for him to continue to ask, so he changed the topic and said, "Dean Cang, do you really don't know the man of Dou Li?" With that, he took out the painting given by the man of the hat that day from the black magic ring.

After Ling Qian unfolded the portrait flatly, he still saw it clearly through the moonlight, and his face looked strange, and then covered his little mouth with Qianqian's thin hands and smiled secretly: "I don't know which bad child secretly drew it. It's really good."

Ling has been paying attention to the look of Cang still seeing the painting, but he has not seen any inappropriateness or cover-up. I'm a little disappointed now.

He sighed and didn't ask how the painting could flow into the hands of the strange old man, but he still asked with a glimmer of hope, "What about the Temple of Creation in the capital of Li'an?"