Reaching out and touching his face, Dugu Qiongtian realized that there was a thick layer of blood scabs on his face. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Of course, none of the blood was his, but when did he start not paying attention to the blood scabs on his face?

Walking to the side of the purple lake, Dugu Qiongtian looked through the moonlight, his long beard and long hair in the reflection of the lake, and his face was a layer of purple-black blood scabs, if he didn't look carefully, I was afraid that he would have seen a monster.

The word monster flashed in Dugu Qiongtian's heart, he stretched out his hand, and the blue ice blade appeared, grabbing his beard and long hair, and the ice blade slashed, and the wisps of whiskers and hair fluttered with the wind.

After cleaning up the overly lush beard on his face, and then washing the bloody scabs on his face with the purple lake water, Dugu Qiongtian finally showed a satisfied smile, so that he would not scare Ling Er.

The moment he turned around, the moonlight reflected his eyes, and a ray of gold flashed one after another, although the gold was extremely faint, but it was already rooted in his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, it had been three months since Yun Ling entered the Royal Academy.

For three months, almost every day, Yun Ling was tormented by the explosion of the Iron Wall Grass and the Clash of Psionic Abilities.

That evening, Yun Ling's cultivation continued until Lu Jinglei and the others returned from the training ground.

From afar, you can hear Lu Jinglei's loud voice shouting, "Yun Ling, do you need us to bring you food today?"

After every cultivation, Yun Ling would almost be exhausted by the sharp pain in the meridians, let alone eat, and many times he couldn't even stand up, so he could only rely on the landing thunder and a few people to bring food back from the canteen.

In the past three months, if it weren't for Lu Jinglei and them, I'm afraid Yun Ling would have starved to death long ago.

However, on this day, Yun Ling had a long break at noon, which caused the cultivation that should have been completed before twilight to be delayed until after sunset.

At this time, Lu Jinglei and the others didn't know what Yun Ling's cultivation was like, so the moment they stepped into the cowshed, they were completely stunned by the strange scene in front of them.

Yun Ling in front of him sat cross-legged on the thatched pile, as if he was asleep, and the brute treasure nested in Yun Ling's arms, as if he was asleep.

What made Lu Jinglei's jaws smash on the ground was of course not the cultivation state as if they were asleep when they saw Yun Ling and Manbao, but the strange cloud qi emanating from Yun Ling's body.

Red emanates from the head, white from the neck and shoulders, blue from the chest and back, and purple, yellow, and green are mixed and float out from the abdomen.

Lu Jinglei's eyes widened, and he was afraid that he could stuff two fists into his mouth, "What is Yun Ling doing?"

Ye Liubai was delicate, and hurriedly covered Lu Jinglei's mouth, "Shh, Miss Yunling may be cultivating." ”

"Cultivation" Ye Liubai said, Lu Jinglei was even more surprised.

Yun Ling in front of her was simply like being in a fairyland, with six-colored psionic mist surrounding her, and the psionic mist between different attributes occasionally collided, bringing bursts of sparkling smiles.

"What kind of cultivation is this, is that mist spiritual energy, how come all the spiritual energy poured out from Yun Ling's whole body, is there something wrong with Yun Ling's cultivation, if the spiritual energy is exhausted, his life will not be guaranteed," Lu Jinglei glared at a pair of bull's eyes, looking at Ye Liubai.

Shui Manyi and Yun Fengxue glanced at each other, the scene in front of them was beyond their scope of handling, and they could only wait for Lu Jinglei and Ye Liubai, who had seen a wide range of knowledge, to come up with an idea.

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