An hour later.

Mu Lingxian squatted on the sidelines panting, looking embarrassed.

The score on the field was six to zero.

Of course, Mu Lingxian's team was not six.

"Is there any mistake? This thing doesn't know how to play football at all!"

"Damn, I'm still here to substitute like this, you better die!"

"What about Lao Lin? That bastard, he actually ran away. ”

"I'm going to kill the substitute, man?"

The figure on the sidelines has disappeared.

At the same time, Mu Lingxian, who had changed his dress, walked to the audience, beside Yu Suling, and faced the latter with a hint of disdain.

Mu Lingxian spread his hands a little embarrassed: "I just haven't played for too long, I didn't expect this group of cubs to be so good at kicking." ”

"You don't seem to have kicked before, right?" Yu Suling mercilessly blocked his excuse.

Mu Lingxian had nothing to say.

But I added a sentence in my heart: "It's really been too long since I played." ”

It's really embarrassing, although he said that he suppressed Xiuwei when he just played football with these junior students, but this is something he brought to this world.

Originally, I thought that with my understanding as an ancestor, as well as my vision and experience as a Saint Realm boss, I could easily abuse these young people.

I didn't expect the result to be easily abused.

It seems that the profundity of football is no less than that of cultivating immortals.

"Let's go, go to the next one. ”

He reached out and pulled Yu Suling up, and hurriedly ran away before he was discovered by the players below.

At the same time, a student of the martial arts branch wearing a customized practice uniform of "Big Piglet" rushed to the Qimen branch in a hurry, and then looked at the empty movie theater and was stunned.

"Hey, who let you in? A handsome-looking, but somewhat short fifth-grader from the Qimen Branch walked out of the screening room, frowning and shouting, with a sign on his chest that read, "Projectionist, An Yulin."

"What?" said the student of the Martial Arts Branch, "Isn't "Big Pig Five" premiering at the academy today?"

"Are you stupid?" said the fifth-year student of the Qimen Branch with disdain: ""Big Pig Five" hasn't finished yet, are you dreaming of the premiere?"

"Huh?" the Martial Arts Branch students were completely dumbfounded.

"Hey, brother, what's wrong?"

Another short young man who looked like a touch leaned out of the screening room, and the words "Projectionist, An Yuqi" were also written on his chest.

"It's nothing, brother, it's just a fool who wants to see the big piggy and wants to go crazy. ”

"Oh, man, come on, there's something wrong with this projector's aura storage box. ”

"It's here, brother!"

As he spoke, the short young man who came out first glanced at the students of the martial arts branch with disdain and walked into the screening room.

Volleyball hall, basketball hall, table tennis hall.

Half a day later, Mu Lingxian went from being excited at the beginning to wilting.

It's obviously all brought by his previous life, but how come he was so simple and abused?

Could it be that my talent and skills in this area have been suppressed by this world?

Well, it must have been too long since I played, it must have been.

He cheered up again and pulled Yu Suling in his arms.

"Let's go, go to the movies. ”

Several floating islands of the Qimen Branch have long been transformed into special cinemas and performance stages.

It took an afternoon, Mu Lingxian pulled Yu Suling, and successfully finished watching the current popular "Knife Comes" and "Fang Zun" and "Seeking Demons".

"Sudden, that's so interesting. ”

"That guy Zhou Xingxing is really the most talented person I've ever met. ”

Mu Lingxian, who watched the movie, seemed to have regained his excitement.

Yu Suling still just followed expressionlessly, and didn't ask Mu Lingxian, a young man in his twenties, how he looked like he was very familiar with the well-known mainland director Zhou Xingxing.

"Hey, how did you get to the school gate? ”

Only then did he realize that the two of them had unconsciously come to the main entrance of the academy, that is, under the Tianxuanshi Gate.

Mu Lingxian, who seemed to be a little excited just now, suddenly calmed down.

Yu Suling looked at him quietly and suddenly spoke.

"Enough?"

Mu Lingxian smiled slightly.

"Enough. ”

Standing in front of the tall Tianxuan Stone Gate again, Mu Lingxian looked at the pattern on the door, his expression was light.

This is the starting point of his journey.

It is also the destination of his past and present lives.

Follow the trajectory of the previous life, walk through again, and return to this stone gate again.

Mu Lingxian's state of mind is unprecedentedly transparent.

He let go of the suppression he had been holding on to the second human sword intent.

This sword intent, which is so strong that it can turn all spirits into itself and use gods, demons and demons as swords, did not explode as before the moment it let go of its suppression.

On the contrary, it is like running out of oil and the lamp is dry, slowly dissipating until there is nothing left.

At this time, Mu Ling Immortal stood here, without the slightest breath of true yuan and sword intent on his body, as if he was an ordinary person without any cultivation.

Wash away the lead and return to the basics.

This second sword intent, he finally completely controlled it.

And the injuries of the divine soul that had never healed, at this time, disappeared without a trace.

Mu Lingxian smiled slightly and raised his head.

"So, let's get started. ”

Three days later, the two geniuses known as the two walls of the academy, Mu Lingxian and Yu Suling, entered the root of the Divine Tree together and retreated in chaos.

Time flies in a flash.

In the blink of an eye, it was nine years.

This day is the celebration of the 150th anniversary of the founding of the college.

Even though the war has not subsided, and rumors have emerged that there are traces of primordial demons, on such a big day, all parties in the academy still try to return to the academy and prepare for the celebration.

"Be sure to be prepared, there will be a lot of guests coming this time. ”

Meng Huazhi, who was in charge of the layout of the venue, was very busy since early in the morning.

"Huazhi, there is still an hour to start, how are the preparations?"

A light curtain appeared in front of her, and the two figures on it were her Taoist companions, Chun Yuhong, who was also one of the people in charge, and Xue Huo, another person in charge.

Meng Huazhi wiped a handful of beads of sweat that didn't exist on his forehead and let out a sigh.

"It's still in time, but most of them are open-air venues, so if it rains, it will be troublesome. ”

Xue Huo laughed: "You are a Venerable Realm cultivator, if you are afraid of any rain, just drive away the rain clouds." ”

Meng Huazhi smiled: "It's true, I'm busy, hey, why is it dark?"

The two people on the other end of the light curtain also subconsciously raised their heads together and looked at the sky.

I don't know when, the sky of the entire small world was covered with thick dark clouds.

"Well, what is this?" Chun Yuhong was stunned for a moment.

Above the Divine Tree, Fu Xuanling, a purple-clothed Rune Saint Monarch, looked at the sky with a solemn face.

"Holy Realm...... Thunder Tribulation !!"

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