This voice was full of anger, and the trainees training next to him looked at each other and looked at each other.

Qingying and Xingchatian said apologetically: "Senior, we are not students of the Dark Sword Academy, we just came over to take a look. ”

There was a hint of anger in the eyes of the middle-aged man, these two juniors, he is here to give Ma Wei, but he is also a mentor of the seventh layer of cultivation in the Wuyuan Realm, these two juniors are actually just holding their fists, and they can't even bow?

The middle-aged man snorted coldly and said, "Then you are trespassing on the Dark Sword Academy, I will take you down and wait for your parents to come and claim it." ”

Qingying looked at Xingchatian, and Xingchatian shrugged.

Qingying took a step forward: "Senior, why don't you ask clearly before you start?"

The middle-aged man said disdainfully: "Since you are not from the Dark Sword Academy, why do you ask you?

The middle-aged man thought well, these two teenagers don't seem to be dressed shabby, but they can't reach the point of luxury, not to mention that they don't seem to have a high level of cultivation, and they are good objects to get off the horse.

Qingying sighed, took a step sideways, reached out and grabbed the middle-aged man's wrist, and the wind element forced, and the middle-aged man stopped moving in an instant.

"Do you want to continue?" Qingying said helplessly, he didn't expect this middle-aged man to do it without saying a word, and if he didn't restrain him, maybe something would happen again.

"Let go!" the middle-aged man was annoyed.

"Good. ”

Qingying really let go directly.

The middle-aged man was overjoyed, he didn't expect this young man to be so obedient, and he was about to grab it with a backhand.

Qingying pursed his lips, stretched out his legs, and the middle-aged man screamed in pain, fell to his knees, covered his knee joints, and his facial expression was unsightly and abnormal.

The students who were planning to watch the show next to them also changed their expressions at the moment.

This mentor is not the strongest, but although his behavior is shameless, he still has strength, but he was subdued by this young man in a few moves without revealing anything, so what kind of realm is this young man strong.

The eyes of the students seemed to contain all kinds of emotions of surprise, envy, jealousy, and silence.

With Qingying's current virtual knowledge, everything is in full view.

He didn't care, no one here had been able to beat him.

The middle-aged man got up with the red lacquer load-bearing pillar on the side, and watched Qingying's expression change, and the strength of Qingying's star soul at that moment was much higher than him.

This is after Qingying reached the half-adult dragon body, the strength of the star soul compression was much higher, far surpassing ordinary elementals of the same level.

To truly reach the body of a dragon, according to Xingshatian, it is three times the physique of the same level.

Three times the compressive strength of the elements, the strength of the body.

Others, such as the speed of the move, the speed of travel, etc., will be driven along with it.

Now his elemental compressive strength is only thirty percent higher, which is due to the fact that he has not completely refined into a dragon body.

If he reaches the body of a dragon, it will be a complete qualitative change for him now.

Three times the elemental compression strength is equivalent to being three times higher than others in elemental cultivation, and it will be easy to challenge if you want to skip the level in a large realm.

Qingying now gives middle-aged people the feeling that he is a master who is at least the eighth layer of the Wuyuan Realm.

After the fifth layer of the Wuyuan Realm, even if it is a small realm, the gap cannot be easily narrowed.

The middle-aged man was a little stubborn, and he knew that he had hit a hard point this time.

Although the time of the two of them moved quickly, the star soul fluctuations released in an instant still attracted the attention of the other mentors in the Dark Sword Academy, and several mentors had already rushed over here.

The middle-aged man didn't want the other tutors to see his embarrassed appearance, so he turned around and left.

Qingying didn't stop him, and the middle-aged man was not worth it.

The two of them also considered staying at the Darksword Academy for a few days, so they chose to stay and wait for the mentor who followed the trails.

However, in order to avoid being questioned by these students, the two of them put on a posture of not approaching people, which really embarrassed most of the students.

There were still two girls who couldn't help it and walked up to them.

Two girls walked side by side, the girl on the left was tall and tall, with brownish-yellow pupils and a hint of anxiety passing through them. The girl on the right has a pair of waist-length ponytails, a soft face, and a smile under her eyes that cannot be hidden.

It's just that they are almost fourteen or fifteen years old, and their figures can't hide their youth.

"Brother, are you the seniors of the Dark Sword Academy, so powerful. Without waiting for the girl on the left to speak, the ponytail girl asked first.

This brother also spoke after the ponytail girl thought about it carefully, they didn't hear the reason for the fight here, but Qingying was on a mission this year, and it was also when he grew his body, and he looked fifteen or sixteen years old, Xingshatian's figure has always been very good, and outsiders seem to think that Xingshatian is Qingying's brother, and he is older.

But they don't know how old they are, and they are called brother by a girl who is older than themselves, and both of them have black faces.

"It's not. ”

Qingying took a step back, not wanting to keep too close a distance from the girl.

He was made out of his heart by Yan Bing and He Yuyu, even if he knew that he was a minority like He Yuyu, he just felt uncomfortable.

The ponytail girl flattened her mouth, a little aggrieved, why did these two people retreat, is she so terrible?

The girl on the left reached out and pulled the ponytail girl, looking directly into the eyes of Xingchatian.

In her opinion, the star cha is a little bigger, and it should be more assertive.

"If you don't leave, you won't be able to leave when the mentor comes. ”

"Eh, yes, you guys go quickly, while those unscrupulous teachers haven't come......" The pony-tailed girl also became eager, but finally her voice gradually weakened, and her mouth opened wide to make it funny.

Qingying and Xingchatian were aware of it and looked behind them.

A young man with the wind on the soles of his feet strode up, but he didn't even look at them as he passed.

The ninth layer of the Wuyuan Realm!

Qingying's expression was a little solemn, this cultivation was beyond the scope of what he could handle.

An ordinary ninth-layer master of the Wuyuan Realm is estimated to be able to maneuver around, but this young man's eyes are full of essence, and he walks with a dragon, even if he does not cultivate the dragon body, he must have a lot of attainments in refining the body.

The young man was wearing a courtyard robe, and they had seen it before, most of the tutors of the Darksword Academy were wearing black gilt robes, this color was mainly to show the majesty of the tutor.

However, the Dark Sword is not forced, and for the mentor, at least in terms of clothing, it is arbitrary.

The previous middle-aged person is counted as one.

The young man touched the ponytailed girl's head and said softly, "Xiaoyue, who are you saying bad things about? Who is the unscrupulous mentor?"

Xiao Yue blushed, and naturally desperately denied it: "No, no, the mentors are suave, talented, and ...... extraordinary temperament."

"Okay, okay, I don't blame you, go back to training. The young man pinched Xiao Yue's face, and he didn't have a good air.

"Oh......" Xiao Yue lowered her head, and glanced at Qingying and Xingchatian when she turned around, hoping that nothing would happen to them......