Wu Qingyuan stood at the front of the school, his pupils seemed to be burning with rage, his cold gaze swept away, and suddenly, all the teenagers and girls lowered their heads in fear.

Everyone could clearly feel the anger released from Wu Qingyuan's body.

Today is the fifth day of Zhou Qing's absence, in the past five days, don't talk about Wu Qingyuan, these people in the school, they haven't even seen Zhou Qing's shadow.

Is Zhou Qing really not taking the rules of the academy into account?

Still, he deliberately didn't give Wu Qingyuan face and deliberately didn't come to class!

Everyone was full of doubts in their hearts, but there were also some people with gloating smiles on the corners of their mouths, they were all very looking forward to seeing Zhou Qing punished?

Zhou Qing ranked first in the freshman assessment, although his results were all obtained by his own strength.

However, many of these teenagers and girls have been honored and talented since they were young, and they will not easily accept the fact that others are better than them.

In the school, Shen Rong sat there, out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at Wu Qingyuan, looking at the latter's face, the angry eyebrows, Shen Rong also knew that Wu Qingyuan was really angry.

Shen Rongyu's hands clenched tightly, and she was nervous.

She knew that now, no matter how she tried to find a reasonable interface for Zhou Qing, Wu Qingyuan probably wouldn't believe it.

Moreover, in the past few days, Shen Rong has also known Wu Qingyuan's origin, and as a member of the Wu family, his hatred for Zhou Qing must be even stronger.

Just when Wu Qingyuan roared angrily and vented the anger in his heart, as the real protagonist of all this, Zhou Qing was still immersed in cultivation.

In the silent room, Zhou Qing sat cross-legged on the bed, his hands folded, and a faint glimmer of spiritual power surging around him.

Suddenly, Zhou Qing's hands changed rapidly, and the seals in his palms were superimposed, and a strange fluctuation suddenly broke out from his body.

Whew!

His eyes opened and closed, and in Zhou Qing's pupils, there seemed to be two sharp rays of light, which flashed like lightning and flint.

"Qingyang is really hot, out!"

Zhou Qing snorted lightly, his hands were slowly spread out, and in an instant, in his dantian, the faint wisp of Qingyang True Fire was divided into two blazing flames, and the flames rose in Zhou Qing's palm, and there seemed to be an endless breath emanating from it.

However, in that endless breath, it seems to contain a kind of fiery fluctuation that is enough to burn all things in heaven and earth.

The firelight danced slowly, reflecting in Zhou Qing's pupils, and suddenly, Zhou Qing's eyes seemed to turn into flame-like colors.

In his eyes, the light flickered, Zhou Qing's palm flipped over, and the Qingyang True Fire flew out, and in an instant, between Zhou Qing's hands, the mysterious seal method changed like lightning.

Raging......

The Qingyang True Fire was blazing, and in a moment, the flame, which was only the size of a palm, was as large as the entire room.

For a while, a scorching wave of air erupted in the room,

The flames continued to beat and rise, and as the seal method in Zhou Qing's palm continued to change, the center of the flame, the hottest area, seemed to have a vague phantom condensed out.

Time passed, and in Zhou Qing's heart, a mysterious method was silently running, and the seals of his hands were still intertwined and changing like butterflies, and the phantom in the flames gradually became clear.

At this moment, fine beads of sweat had already appeared on Zhou Qing's forehead.

Between the meridians, the majestic spiritual power rushed out like a rolling river, and after more than ten minutes, Zhou Qing's eyes suddenly became bright.

"Yanlong Jue, give me Ning!"

Zhou Qing's hands clasped together suddenly, and a low shout resounded like thunder.

Raging......

Suddenly, the blazing flames that filled the entire room burned even more violently, and the flames shone brightly, and a huge phantom faintly became clear among them.

Roar!

Suddenly, a majestic roar spread from the flames, the flames contracted violently, and then a huge dragon shadow appeared in the flames.

It was a fiery dragon that was two meters long, and the fiery dragon was lifelike, and its thick body was covered with flame-like scales.

The scale armor is almost the same as the dragon scales, and the majestic aura exuded from the body of the fire dragon makes people's hearts tremble.

"Yanlong Jue, I have finally succeeded in cultivating. ”

Zhou Qing let out a long sigh, he raised his head slightly, looking at the two-meter-long Yanlong in front of him, a bright smile appeared on his cheeks.

In the past few days since returning from Tianxiang Tower, Zhou Qing has been cultivating this fire control technique called Yanlong Jue.

Flame Dragon Jue, a heaven-level martial art, the most powerful point of this martial art is that it can make the flames condense and condense countless times, and give birth to a terrifying flame dragon.

And the body of that flame dragon will have a breath similar to that of the dragon clan, and that aura will bring terrifying coercion to some low-level demon beasts, and those demon beasts can only prostrate and bow down in front of Zhou Qing.

The Yan Dragon Jue has been cultivated to perfection, and it can condense a hundred thousand zhang Yan Dragon, and the Yan Dragon is so powerful that ordinary Heavenly Emperor Realm martial artists are unstoppable.

Of course, the most important condition for the cultivation of the Yanlong Jue is that the martial artist must have his own flame. And the strength of the Yan Dragon condensed by the Yan Dragon Jue is also inseparable from the power of the flames.

Zhou Qing looked at the two-meter-long Yanlong in front of him, with a slight look of regret on his face.

Back then, Zhou Qing hit the supreme divine realm, and just when he was about to succeed, the mighty heavenly power came with a bang.

Under the terrifying power of heaven and earth, even if Zhou Qing had the strength of the Heavenly Emperor Realm Nine Folds, he could only fall gloomily.

And although Qingyang True Fire is a strange existence that has been born at the beginning of heaven and earth, it has endured the supreme power of heaven, but it is also on the verge of destruction.

On that day, ever since Zhou Qing retrieved the Qingyang True Fire from Gu Heng's body, the Qingyang True Fire had been staying in Zhou Qing's dantian, in a state of warmth.

Now that a few months have passed, Zhou Qing can feel that the breath of Qingyang's true fire is still very weak.

If it was an intact Qingyang True Fire, with Zhou Qing's current strength, he would probably be able to condense a terrifying flame dragon that was ten meters in size.

And with the current state of Qingyang True Fire, according to Zhou Qing's estimate, the Yanlong he condensed may be able to defeat the powerhouse of the Purple Mansion Realm at most.

In the future, Zhou Qing's strength will continue to improve, even if he can use Qingyang True Fire to condense a larger Yan Dragon, but the strength of that Yan Dragon will definitely be greatly reduced.

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Zhou Qing also felt helpless for a while.

In his previous life, Qingyang Zhenhuo had been with him for too long, and Zhou Qing naturally didn't want to see Qingyang Zhenhuo in such a weak state all the time.

However, if Qingyang True Fire was just an ordinary flame, Zhou Qing would be able to think of some ways to enhance its power.

But Qingyang True Fire is the tenth existence on the Heavenly Fire List after all, and this kind of strange flame, Zhou Qing seems a little helpless.

"Old friend, what should I do to restore your power back then?" Zhou Qing muttered as he looked at the flames in the room in a daze.