39. Flying needle magic weapon

Holding the silver needle in his hand, Leng Xuan recalled in his mind the words that Uncle Zhang once said in a deep tone: "Boy, don't think that you meet me, you will be great if you learn the true cultivation technique." You must always remember one sentence: there is a heaven outside the sky, and there are people outside the people. Since there are you and me in this world, it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no other cultivators. Although the aura of the earth is thin, there are some heavenly and earthly treasures that can provide people with aura so that they can stay on the earth. ”

After so many years, Leng Xuan has never met a cultivator other than himself and Uncle Zhang, but today, he seems to have encountered it, because the silver needle in his hand actually contains a trace of aura that ordinary people can't detect.

That is to say, this silver needle is very likely to be a magic weapon cultivated by others, although it is only the lowest level of ordinary magic weapon, but it is not difficult for the imperial needle to hurt the enemy a hundred steps away.

Thinking of this, Leng Xuan couldn't help but gasp, you must know that there is such an opponent in the school, then his duty to protect Ling Xue Vulture's life and safety has increased a hundred times in an instant, because he knows very well that Ling Xue Vulture is not himself, and it is impossible for her to sense the existence of a cultivator, that is to say, if Leng Xuan does not stay by her side at all times, then her life will be in danger at any time.

"Alas!" Sighing secretly, Leng Xuan said in his heart, "I thought that it would be easy to get a job with a high salary of 20,000 yuan, but I didn't expect it to become so troublesome now!"

If he had known that Ling Tian's opponents were such figures, then let alone 20,000 yuan, even if he was given 1 million a month, he would definitely not have agreed to others. It's not that he's afraid, but Uncle Zhang's words are still lingering in his ears: 'Child, you have to remember that before your cultivation has reached the realm of adversity, if it is not a matter of life and death, you must not reveal your secrets, otherwise you are very likely to get into big trouble, and I will not be by your side at that time, if someone else kills you, it will not be too miserable, and the most terrible thing is that he will also destroy your soul, and when the time comes, you will be wiped out, and your spirit will be destroyed, and I can't save you!"

Just as Leng Xuan was immersed in his memories, suddenly, a thin boy in the front row pushed him and whispered, "Brother Xuan, the teacher is talking to you, stand up quickly......"

Leng Xuan woke up suddenly, looked up, glanced at the thin boy, and then found that on the podium, there was a bald fat man glaring at him, as if he was very angry, he smiled awkwardly at the moment, slowly stood up, and did not speak.

On the podium, biology teacher Wang Fajiu looked at Leng Xuan and said, "What, this classmate seems to be very strange? Is it a student in our class?"

"Teacher Wang, he just transferred to the school today!" The skinny boy in front of Leng Xuan said.

Wang Fajiu was stunned, about Leng Xuan is Ling Xuexuan's bodyguard, except for the three people of School Director Wang, Principal Zhang, and Dean of Academic Affairs, no one else knows, after all, the more secret this kind of thing, the better, so Wang Fajiu didn't give Leng Xuan any good look, and said lightly: "Did you transfer to the school?"

"Teacher, his name is Leng Xuan!" It's the skinny boy again.

Wang Fajiu frowned and said, "Zhao Xiaotian, did I ask you?"