Chapter 166 Collective Closure

Hearing Ling Li's almost abusive remarks, Zou Qiong could no longer calm down. Between the heroic two universes, there is a violent look. He rushed to Ling Li's body with an arrow, reached out and grabbed Ling Li's neck, which had little strength to resist.

"What did you say?" The wrinkled dome's face was gloomy, and there was no doubt that he would do something impulsive.

Brother Qiong. No, if you kill people on campus, you will be expelled immediately. A big man bent down and said anxiously.

As Zou Qiong slowly lifted his hand, Ling Yu's breathing became difficult and his face slowly turned purple, but he still completely ignored the fierce light of fire in Zou Qiong's eyes. Ling Yu said provocatively, "Ha ha, do you still want to hear it?"

"You are looking for death." Zou Qiong's hand holding Ling's neck began to exert slowly, making the latter's body tremble uncontrollably. When everyone present thought that he had lost his mind and wanted to break the arrogant swordsman's neck, Zou Qiong shook his hand and threw Ling Wei out. When it landed, he approached quickly and stepped on it.

"Oh... Oh, you dare not kill me." Ling Wei laughed that he had just walked around the ghost gate, and there was still no fear in his heart, but his thinking became clearer.

"You are so sure." Zou Qiong pulled out the steel sword at his waist with a sonorous sound and resisted the back of Ling's neck.

"If you kill me, you won't be able to participate in the sacred flame competition two months later." At this moment, Ling Li was extremely weak, and only Zou Qiong, who was so close to him, reluctantly listened to his words.

Zou Qiong was stunned, stepped on Ling's back foot, and couldn't help but begin to withdraw his strength.

A successful smile appeared on Ling's face: "The fruit of Yale, what a seductive reward. It's a pity..."

"What's a pity?" Obviously, he had trampled on the other party, but Zou Qiong still felt that he did not subdue him. This strange feeling made him very uncomfortable.

"It's a pity that you will still regret it. Because in two months, I will kill you in the ring. Ling Li gritted his teeth and said word by word. Yin Hong's blood flowed out of his mouth, which made people worry that he would die if he was not careful.

"Hahaha..." Zou Qiong smiled, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. A swordsman with only 11 levels dared to challenge the swordsman. Hearing Ling Yu's crazy words, other people's tears were about to fall down.

"Having said so much is nothing more than to provoke me to release you. Humph, I thought you were really not afraid of death. Zou Qiong put away his sword and said disdainfully, "As you wish, I'd like to see how you will change in these two months. If you were still going to show your tongue at that time. I will definitely kill you in the ring. Hahaha."

Zou Qiong looked up to the sky and smiled, and then luckily kicked Ling Yu, who was lying on the ground. The golden fighting spirit of the strong man of the holy level flashed out. If he was kicked this time, even if Ling Yu was not dead, it was estimated that it would take several months to recover from his injury.

At the moment of lightning, a blue figure suddenly came and stood in front of Ling Li. Zou Qiong seemed to kick the iron plate and couldn't help frowning. The woman in front of her has a melon seed face, fair skin, slender bee waist, and a light blue shirt highlights her proud figure. This man turned out to be the head teacher of the first-grade Sword Saint class, Phil.

"Zou, I came here to bully the freshmen in class. Hasn't taught you a lesson for a long time?" Phil's first half of the sentence was like a teacher's words, but the latter half was quite threatening.

Zou Qiong said to himself, I'm not afraid of you. But he still politely hugged Phil with a fist and said, "Teacher Phil. Wansheng just had something to say to your students. Now that it's over, let's go.

"Today's young people are getting more and more jealous. They should be well disciplined." Phil Liu frowned and said to himself.

Zou Qiong took nine other men out of the school. Rult and the kid rushed over to help Ling Li. The function of physical self-protection made Ling Li, who was relaxed, immediately faint.

"Thank you, Mr. Phil." Lult said to the ghost again, "Little ghost, I'll send Ling Li home. You go and inform Qin Si of the Magic Comprehensive College and ask her to go back to treat Ling Li immediately."

"Ye." The kid answered and rushed out...

In the evening, Ling Yu woke up leisurely. Before he opened his eyes and moved his nose, he smelled the girl's good body fragrance.

"Cough..." Now Ling Wei didn't cough and bleed.

"Ling Ling!" Qin Sixin was almost anxious. The kid found her and said that Ling Wei was seriously injured, so she ran home regardless of her image. When she saw Ling Li lying on ** with a pale face, she was so scared that she would faint. After using the healing magic all afternoon in a panic, I was also a little exhausted.

"Brother, you're awake." Ling Hui anxiously held Ling Li's still weak hand.

In addition to the two women, there is also the demon hunter Lulter in the room. During the period when Ling Wei was in a coma, he had told the story. Ling Hui was so angry that she really wanted to find Zou Qiong immediately and kill him. However, worried about Ling Li's safety, she finally chose to stay first and wait for Ling Li to wake up.

"Ling, I'll go out and tell everyone that you are awake and tell them not to worry. Have a good rest." Rult felt that the three had something to say, and that he, an "outsider", was also a little embarrassed to stay here, so he walked out of the door and took the door from the outside.

"Huier, you all know it." With the help of the two women, Ling Li stood up and leaned against the bedside.

"Ye�. Huier is going to find him now. Ling Huiteng stood up and turned around. Now that my brother is out of danger, all I have to do is to kill the villain who almost killed my brother. Even if you cut it with thousands of knives, it is difficult to vent your hatred.

"Wait." Ling Hui stopped Ling Hui and saw where she was still standing, so she calmed down and said slowly, "I'll avenge this by myself."

"Ling, Ruert said that Zou Qiong is a famous swordsman..." Qin Si wanted to say something else. Seeing Ling Li's firm eyes, she swallowed the following words back.

"Brother, how do you want to revenge?" Even if she wants to kill Zou Qiong immediately, she should respect Ling Yu's opinion.

Although Ling Li is not a must-have villain, he is not a broad-minded saint. What's more, when has he been so insulted? Ling Wei smiled fiercely, has it been two months? Be sure to break through the holy step, and I will get back a hundred times for today's insult.

In order to reassure his sister and did not take the initiative to revenge Zou Qiong, Ling Li said his plan.

On this day, the brother and sister began to practice together. Qin Si had to take care of her beloved man and gradually began to seldom go to class.

Zou Qiong never thought that his humiliation of Ling Li that day became the motivation for the latter to practice crazily. The retreat of the brother and sister Ling Li has gradually changed a little in the atmosphere in the cabin. Originally talking and laughing, the happy cabin was more replaced by a sense of urgency to improve strength.

Because of the sufficient magic power, other people in Ling's team gradually joined the cultivation, and even the thief's hand changed their previous hippie face and devoted themselves to practice. If you can't compare with others, you will be bullied by others, even if you are the boss who is strong enough to look up to you.

The kid and Rult will often come to the cabin in the evening to talk about some notices of the Bowen Academy, and occasionally mention the movement of the wrinkled dome.

It turned out that this guy became a sword saint at the beginning of this year and gained confidence after winning the twelfth place on the sacred flame list. Cang, the dean of the Gun Academy, who only dared to secretly admire before, still launched a fierce pursuit. But how can he still like a younger generation much younger than himself? Even if age is like a cloud for the holy strong, she has never considered him at all. This incident was once regarded as a talk after dinner between teachers and students of Bowen School, and it was circulated for a long time.

After being rejected in every way, Zou Qiong was frustrated and gradually gave up the idea. He deceived himself that Cang was still not interested in men, or compared with his younger men.

In this way, more than half a year passed until the day when the freshman's experience returned. That day, he was also in the square. He saw with his own eyes that the woman he once regarded as a forbidden woman actually showed goodwill to a freshman who had just entered school, and even agreed to the other party's request for a date. And the time is still night. What an easy date it is to make a series of appointments!

See the two people flirting on the stage in full view of the public. He trembled with anger and even his lungs were about to explode. In this way, he took people to find Ling Li the next day...

Ling's legs sat cross-legged **, and ten dragon crystals were placed around him, following the operation of Ling Yan's formula. The energy in the magic crystal is rapidly decreasing.

Ling is sweating profusely, and there is a burning tingling in the meridians, but after a month, he has been used to this kind of life-like practice.

Ling Hui also sits aside. Unlike Ling Wei, she does not need a magic crystal to practice. On the smooth jade forehead, a strange lotus pattern appeared quietly.

This is the cultivation method that Ling Wei came up with. In the hotel before entering the school that day, he only felt Ling Hui's lotus pattern and found that the power of talent in his body had become more pure, and even the realm was slightly improved.

Ling Li guessed that Ling Hui's terrible advanced speed was related to this lotus pattern, so he called his sister over to practice with him. He was delighted to find that his conjecture was right. In just a month, with the help of the energy penetrated by Ling Hui's strange lotus patterns, his strength, which relied on Ling Yanjie to absorb magic energy crazily, had been improved by five levels and reached level 16 of swordsmen. How terrible this speed of cultivation is!

No wonder Ling Hui has achieved such an achievement a few months after the talent test. That lavender lotus pattern is simply... a fairy weapon, no, it's simply an artifact.

Of course, the strength improved this month is also inseparable from Ling Li's own madness day and night. From the beginning, he only carefully practiced with a fire dragon magic crystal, and later, he found that his meridians became more and more tough and wide, and could barely accommodate the energy of ten fire dragon magic crystals slowly absorbed at the same time.

Ling's heart is like a mirror, and he knows that this is Ling Hui's credit. Thinking of this, he stopped and opened his eyes to quietly look at the lovely and distressing people in practice.