"Okay, that's all for this lesson, Lan Wujiang, you come out with me." The Master put away the scroll, and the weary people breathed a sigh of relief.

Lan Wujiang stood up from his seat, Feng Zhao winked at her, and motioned for himself to wait for her here.

The screen tent in the glass window was blown by the wind, and Feng Zhao's peerless face was engraved on Lan Wujiang's heart.

Her fingertips twitched, and somehow the word blasphemy came to mind.

Yes, as clean as snow, like the moon and the Holy Spirit, and like the unattainable flower of God.

But such a holy person walked towards her against the layers of wind and frost.

Breaking the endless darkness, stepping on the spring breeze for ten miles, wrapping her with tenderness and licking the countless scars on her body.

"Lan Wujiang!" The master called again, and Lan Wujiang followed out with a red face.

In the academy compartment, the master took out a token and put it in front of Lan Wujiang, and while tinkering with the things in his hand, he explained to Lan Wujiang, "The students in classes 1 to 3 are different from others, and your talents are greater than ordinary people, so in addition to the main cultivation, you also need to choose a minor, which is the token of each minor academia, which is alchemy, refining, imperial beast, psychic, divination, and physical cultivation, you choose one." ”

Lan Wujiang's finger swipped on the token, and finally landed on the physical cultivation sign, and the shocked master's face changed.

"How can you choose physical cultivation as a girl? The old man recommends that you choose psychic. His beard trembled, and his eyes were incomprehensible.

Lan Wujiang's eight characters are extremely evil, he is a good psychic talent, although many people are considered unknown, but it is also extremely easy to have great creation, alchemy and qi training requires extremely high spiritual power, he has not found that Lan Wujiang has this talent at present, the divination person needs to cultivate the wheel eye, too hard, and the physical cultivation is purely based on strength, even to build a body of steel and iron bones, and the willpower required is strong, more than a hundred times more difficult than cultivation...... Preferred by strong men.

Lan Wujiang hooked his lips slightly, and shook his head at the master, "No, I'll choose physical cultivation." ”

She wants absolute power, not attachment to the aura.

"Have you figured it out? Of the 3,000 children of Lanyuan, there have been no female cultivators in the physical cultivation, and only twenty-one male cultivators have successfully stayed. The corners of the Master's mouth twitched, and his brow furrowed.

"Thank you, Master." Lan Wujiang took the physical cultivation token and smiled at the master.

The master's eyelids jumped, and he stopped talking, and finally wrote a letter of recommendation for Lan Wujiang in a complicated mood.

That's it, Ranhe's granddaughter, Ranhe is not in a hurry, he is in a hurry.

"Master asked me to choose a minor, and I chose physical training." Lan Wujiang walked back to the first class, and the first class was empty, only Feng Zhao walked towards her.

Feng Zhao raised his hand and rubbed the top of Lan Wujiang's hair, pondered for a moment and said, "Hmm...... You do need to work. ”

Lan Wujiang's cultivation speed is too fast, relying on the dantian to continuously absorb several times the spiritual energy, the foundation is unstable, and the chassis is very weak, if he cultivates to the merge stage in this way, he may be defeated when he encounters the same class.

But if you start practicing now, your strength will far exceed that of monks of the same rank......

His little girl is actually very smart.

"Let's go, I'll report with you." Feng Zhao was about to hold Lan Wujiang's hand, but his fingers penetrated Lan Wujiang straight and turned into a virtual shadow.

Lan Wujiang reached out to hold it, but found that he couldn't touch Feng Zhao at this time, and Feng Zhao's figure became fainter and fainter in the air.

Feng Zhao coughed twice, and the passing power entered Lan Wujiang's body, he pursed his lips, and then laughed again, "It's not in the way, it may be that the power is used up, I'll go back and rest for a while and I'll come back." ”

Although Lan Wujiang expected it, he was inevitably reluctant in his heart.

Her lips opened, and her fingers gently put on Feng Zhao's nose, and the moment she touched it, she seemed to feel a delicate touch like mutton fat jade.

And the next moment, Feng Zhao turned into a point of light and disappeared in front of her.

She saw a fragment in the realm of the sea.

I saw that the white mist in the barren formed a large mass, Feng Zhao was trapped in the fog, and there was a faint light all around him, suspended in the air, and there was only the sound of the wind passing between the towering rocks, silent and lonely.

Lan Wujiang's palms clenched, his gaze returned to reality, his brain suddenly hurt, and the back of his hand was beating.

Wait for her, and when she completes her cultivation, she will never detain him in that no-man's land again, at least let him have a home to rely on.