Chapter 390: Senior Sister Xiao Jiu 1

Early the next morning, the Royal Academy. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The two brothers, Yuwen Ximing and Yuwen Xilie, with seven or eight entourages in their twenties, entered with great momentum.

They all wore the standard equipment of the spirits, the Mithril soft spirit cloak that can show strength and attributes.

Especially Yuwen Ximing, who led the team, was wearing a white background Mithril soft spirit robe, with exaggerated and dazzling green lines, highlighting his identity as a mysterious spirit master!

And behind him, all the Great Spirit Masters.

This team is really good.

And, obviously, murderous!

And after these people entered the Dali Royal Academy in a high-profile manner, the first thing they did was to go to the Douling Platform.

Yuwen Ximing's exaggerated Xuanling master robe is enough to explain everything.

After he came to power, he hurriedly spoke:

"In the lower Tianyu country Yu Wen Ximing, it is rare to have the opportunity to travel to the Great Calendar Country, I heard that there is a strange woman in the Great Calendar Country who lights up the Heavenly Pillar, Yu Wen Ximing hopes to challenge her!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire Royal Academy exploded.

Even if Yuwen Ximing is a noble Xuanling Master, his arrogant face is really unpleasant, and his behavior has also violated the bottom line of the students of the Royal Academy for the first time.

After all, they have the same identity as Feng Xingying-the people of the Great Calendar.

Even if there are many contradictions on weekdays, it is always a little uncomfortable to watch the classmates in my college being bullied.

The feeling of hatred and hatred for the enemy quietly spread.

Say that other people's talents are higher than you, so why don't you look at the spirit qualification that you awakened seven years ago, and it has been less than a year since people sealed the star shadow and awakened.

No matter how powerful a genius is, doesn't he need time to cultivate?

The Xuanling Master is amazing? The Xuanling Master can bully people casually?

People Feng Xingying is just a spirit master, do you have the face to challenge the spirit master? I have never seen such a shameless spirit master!

Why don't you go to heaven? Why don't you challenge Qin Molin, the king of cold?

Typical silly roots!

That's right, the students of the Great Calendar Kingdom are so faceless, and they give Yuwen Ximing a nickname every minute - stupid root.

The dignified Xuan Ling Master wants to challenge the Spirit Master, and he still makes such a big noise, isn't it stupid?

Of course, there are smart ones, such as Xiao Chen, who pulled Du Shushu and gave a death order:

"I don't care what method you use, even if it's gambling with her, keep the boss for me, don't let her come out to know about it. ”

"But what about this stupid root?" Du Shushu snorted.

"Don't worry, this kind of demon, naturally someone will accept him!"

"Are you talking about that, aren't you most afraid of her?

"For the sake of the boss, let's catch up with the sword mountain and the sea of fire!" Xiao Chen had a heroic expression on his face.

Du Shushu didn't taunt him, and gave him a thumbs up.

The two went their separate ways.

It's a pity that in the face of Feng Xingying, Du Shushu is still a little tender.

The more he wanted to keep Feng Xingying, the more deliberate he became.

Feng Xingying was in a good mood to eat breakfast, and then he didn't eat it, just looking at Du Shushu's chubby body with lice, writhing uncomfortably on the bench.

"Anyway, what's wrong?"

"Huh? No. Boss, I want to beg you something. ”

Say. ”

"I want to ask you to act as an agent for the elixir. I don't ask for more, you just take a little bit and sell it to me, I know the rules, the price must be synchronized with the treasure pavilion. I just want to make more money. "Du Shushu has a brain, and he knows that he has nothing to do to delay the time of sealing Xingying.

"Yes. Feng Xingying nodded, and continued to look at Du Shushu, writhing in a cold sweat.