This is a college in the Windy City, not very large, two or three buildings are built here and there, but the buildings are dyed milky white, and they look extremely holy.

"Yo! Isn't this the seventh lady of the Feng family? In the open space in front of the school building, a large group of boys and girls who looked to be twelve or thirteen years old were standing there, smiling.

The person called Miss Feng was dressed in a gray robe full of patches, a pair of cloth shoes that had been mended an unknown number of times, and his hair was yellow, and his fourteen-year-old body looked like he was only about ten years old.

"Miss Seven is here today, is she going to continue to repeat grades?" The woman's voice sounded again, echoing in Fengyun's ears,

Fengyun clenched his fists and closed his eyes as if he hadn't heard the woman's voice. Stand there silently. Like a scrap stone abandoned by a sculptor, thin and weak, it will blow down when the wind blows.

As the woman's voice fell, the eyes of everyone present were attracted, as if they wanted to witness the appearance of this so-called world's first waste material, as if they all wanted to see what kind of person could be such a waste material.

Fengyun, as the seventh miss of the Feng family, according to common sense, is because of the incomparable brilliance, but this seventh miss is born with blocked meridians and cannot be cultivated, and since she has been enrolled for more than four years, she has not even cultivated a trace of phantom power, and the name of the world's first waste material is crowned on her body, and the Feng family also feels that it is indeed a shame to have such a young lady.

Therefore, Fengyun's ordinary life is very hard, so that he has become as thin as he sees now.

"Miss Seven, what's wrong today? Dumb?! The woman continued to speak aggressively, for her, the Feng family is huge, but it is impossible for the Feng family to fight with her own family for the sake of an unfavored Seventh Miss.

In her eyes, what about the seventh lady of the Feng family? Isn't it a waste that can't be cultivated? She Lin Yuan is much better than this waste!

Fengyun remained calm on the surface, did not say anything to refute, and did not make a cowardly gesture. Just standing there as before, waiting for the graduation exam to begin.

It's a pity that although she hasn't stopped cultivating for more than four years, she still doesn't have a trace of phantom qi in her body, let alone reaching the realm of the Great Perfection of Spirit Disciples.

Spiritual disciple is a process of condensing phantom power, and it is also the top priority of future development. When the phantom power in a person's body can follow the traction of spiritual power, smoothly circulate in the body, and can be drawn out of the body to fight, then it is the Great Perfection Realm of Spiritual Disciples.

"My name, please condense your spiritual power and draw it out of your body! Those who have attained the Great Perfection of Spiritual Disciples can graduate and go to a higher academy to study. A man dressed in milky white clothes and holding a list in his hand walked out of the school building.

Seeing the teacher, the surrounding students also stopped judging Fengyun, calmed down, and waited for the next exam.

"The first, Fengyun." Reading this name, the teacher's brows furrowed slightly, his eyes looked at the thin figure, and said, "Miss Fengqi, if you can't pass this year's exam, you won't be able to come again next year!" This is the rule of the academy, please forgive me. ”

How important is the articulation rate for a college! However, over the years, because of the situation, the reputation of this college has been smeared a lot.

The eyes of the people around him returned to Fengyun, and everyone had a look of disdain and excitement in their eyes, waiting for the so-called Seventh Miss of the Feng Family to make a fool of herself again.

"I haven't cultivated my magic power yet!" Fengyun's voice was a little hoarse, and it sounded a little harsh.

"So! Miss Fengqi, please come back! This is the rule of the academy, please forgive Miss Seven, we can't help it. Although the teacher is very disgusted with the so-called Seventh Miss of the Feng family, what should be done is still to do as much as possible, although it is not favored, but the face of the Feng family is not something that can be ignored by a casual person.

Fengyun clenched his hands into fists, and his indifferent gaze swept over the people in front of him, and the disdainful faces were in full view.

One day, I will stand on the top of the strong! One day, I will make these people who look down on me regret it! Even if you can't cultivate! Me too!

Step by step, step by step out of this academy that has been there for four years. There was firmness in his eyes.

I want to be stronger!

At the same time, on a spiritual mountain, an old man opened his closed eyes and looked at the east, his sharp gaze seemed to have passed through the whole world.

His inadvertent illusion fluctuations made people's souls tremble, what kind of strong man is this?

Finally, the old man withdrew his gaze and muttered, "Destiny! Finally appeared. The Hexagram Continent is going to be lively! ”