Now it is speculated that Xingchatian's age is no more than twenty years old, and he has mixed feelings for a while.

In any case, this kind of talent, except for demons, he can't think of any words to describe it.

Fortunately, Yi Yuan has served as the dean for many years after all, and his concentration is extraordinary, and he quickly stabilized his emotions.

Yi Yuan took a sip of tea fiercely, using this to calm the waves in his heart.

Putting down the teacup, Yi Yuan found that Qingying and Xingchatian looked at each other, as if they were more confused than him.

"This is ......," Yi Yuan said with a wink.

"Ahem......" Xingchatian didn't speak, Qingying coughed dryly, and said, "Senior, do you want to hear the truth or lie?"

Although Yi Yuan said that most of his attention was on Xingchatian, he also attached great importance to Qingying, and waved his hand again and again when he heard the word senior.

Just after listening, Yi Yuan was surprised and said, "And the truth, what the truth?"

Qingying thought for a moment and said, "Our actual age is lower than nineteen...... Well, less than sixteen. ”

He didn't know the exact age of Xingchatian, so he guessed that there was no sixteen.

Compared to his real age, he is undoubtedly a lot more conservative.

"Less than sixteen!" Yi Yuan snapped the case, his eyes full of disbelief.

If he is ten ** years old, he can still accept it, but he is less than sixteen, infiltrating the Yuan Realm, these words are linked, and he can't help but start to doubt himself.

If this is true, then is this the beginning of cultivation since beating the mother's womb? Otherwise, how could the qualifications be so demonic.

Xingchatian coughed dryly, he didn't interrupt Qingying, these things, sooner or later, will be exposed, from the mouth of an "authoritative person" like Yi Yuan, it is more convincing than them to say.

He didn't seem to talk to Qingying about his age?

Xingchatian glanced at Qingying, thinking about when to tell him.

Yi Yuan paced back and forth under the tree, his brows constantly shaking, and his heart was extremely unsettled.

Xingchatian picked up the teacup, smacked it and put it down gently, clasped his hands to his chest, and closed his eyes to concentrate.

The corners of Qingying's mouth twitched when he saw it, if Xingchatian was replaced by an old man, maybe this action would have a more sense of substitution.

When Qingying was about to pour tea, Yi Yuan turned back.

Qingying withdrew his hands and looked at Yi Yuan for a long time.

Yi Yuan smiled bitterly and said, "I have offended a lot before, which makes you laugh." If that's all you want, I'm sure I can understand that, so let me arrange a place for you to stay for the time being. ”

Xingchatian opened his eyes and nodded.

They really need a place to live now, and running to the Darksword Academy is exactly that.

It is estimated that the inns around the Dark Sword Academy are already full, and if they go out now, they may not be able to find a good and cheap place to live, Yi Yuan's kindness, even if they are disrespectful.

"There is still about half a year left in the Chosen Heaven War, and you can ...... during this time Well, here it is, it's an empty room.

Of course, it wasn't completely uninhabited, but I thought that the old teacher lived in the place, and I lived there for about seventy or eighty years, and then ...... This old mentor has seen a bad road and fought against the Duji, you know......

Oh, you're from the Demon Hunters, and you probably know more about the Lone Hedgehog than I do...... The old mentor was too confident in himself, and of course he turned out to be no rival. By the time we arrived, the old mentor had already passed away......

It's okay, it's been so long, you don't have to comfort me. If you don't dislike it, you can live here, there are two cultivation rooms in it, which is just enough. Yi Yuan arched his hand and stretched out his hand to the house on the side.

The two of them were silent, this old mentor was enough to make them awe-inspired.

Maybe the old mentor's behavior of fighting alone against the lone hedgehog was a whim, or maybe he was confident that he could win the lone hedgehog.

In any case, this spirit is worthy of their admiration.

There is still half a year...... Half a year is also enough time for Qingying and Xingchatian to stabilize their cultivation.

When this time passes, they will be the existence at the top of the continent.

Qingying had a hunch that her cultivation in the future would be much more difficult than in the past six months. The main reason is that the cultivation speed is too fast, so fast that he feels terrified even if he hasn't cultivated.

If an ordinary elementalist knew about his cultivation speed, he would probably be scared to death.

There is still a month left before the end of the year, and there are three days left for the students' results to be tested.

After three days, they will show their strength in front of the whole hospital, and show whether they have the qualifications to continue to stay.

If he stops, no one will give him a good face.

The two walked to the door, and Xingchatian took a step, lightly pressed on the door, and slowly pushed it open.

Chirping......

A tooth-aching voice sounded, and Qingying shook his head, the sound made him extremely uncomfortable.

Listening to the sound, it seems that no one has been here for a long time?

The two stepped into the door one after the other, taking in the scene inside.

It is a three-zhang square space, about one zhang high, and oil lamps hang seven feet high at the four corners of the wall.

These oil lamp fuels are special, they are the body fat of a foreign beast, which is extracted and added to the lamp base, and can be easily ignited with the urging of the star soul.

The house was slightly dark, and with a wave of his hand, the wind elemental swept by, lighting the two pillars of lamps inside.

The moment the oil lamp was lit, there was a rustling sound.

It's not a nasty rat, it's a thick layer of dust that accumulates in the lampholder, and the flames rise and burn off the dust.

Qingying Void Consciousness took a step ahead of his gaze and looked at the entire room.

Except for an old-looking Aoki table in the middle, four sunken wooden chairs, and an ink painting hanging on the wall, there was nothing else in the room.

The walls are grayish and white, and they look slightly eerie.

On the floor, on the tables and chairs, there was already a layer of dust, and it seemed that no one had come in since the old mentor had passed away.

The green shadow waved her hands, and the wind elemental swirled and rolled up all the dust, throwing them out the door.

After the cleanup was completed, Qingying was stunned.

The gray of the original gray walls has disappeared, and all that remains is white.

This gap seems to be a little too big, so how long has it been since no one has been in this house......

Qingying was a little speechless, on both sides of the open door, there was a small door, if they guessed correctly, it should be the cultivation room.

The two of them pushed open the small door one left and one right, and naturally they cleaned it again.

It turns out that after becoming an elementalist, at least in terms of cleaning, there are advantages that ordinary people can't achieve......

The structure of the cultivation rooms on both sides is similar, and there is only one futon.

The cultivation room is three zhang long and one zhang wide, which is quite narrow compared to the outside.

Seeing this, the two of them felt like the four walls of their families, which was too shabby.

This old mentor seems to be an extremely frugal man.

The placement of the seats you see at the entrance is too casual.

"Two little friends, how is it inside?"