Fang Yuan came out of the toilet and shook the smell of smoke on his body, Chu Pang was still inside, he wanted to slow down with the smell of smoke in his mouth.

Walking into the classroom, the class had already started, and Fang Yuan made a report and went in. This class was a Chinese class, the teacher was talking above, and Fang Yuan continued to look at Yuan Qing's Qinglan Pupil cultivation manual below.

Originally, Fang Yuan fell in love with the Chinese class, but after entering the third year of high school, due to the rigid needs of the exam, Fang Yuan became interested in something.

Qinglan Hitomi, using pupil techniques to control the wind flow. In the previous part, I talked about some feelings, how to feel Qinglan Pupil, although it was not practical to attack, but it was what Fang Yuan needed the most.

Unlike Zhou Zhou's Wind Pupil, Zhou Zhou's Wind Pupil has no eyeballs and is directly composed of a wound white wind stream. Fang Yuan's Qinglan pupils had a layer of blue airflow attached to the periphery of the eyeball, which was very thin and looked more condensed.

After putting in the energy, time always passed quickly, and a class passed in Fang Yuan's continuous practice, and that notebook was also half read by Fang Yuan.

After Chu Pang came back, he looked at Fang Yuan with a few curious glances. As a result, he didn't understand anything, and asked, "Fang Shao, what are you looking at?" ”

"Oops, you can't read it, play your own." Fang Yuanzheng watched it with relish, he didn't bother to explain it to Chu Pang, and he couldn't explain it.

Chu Pang's eyes widened, he tried to keep his voice down, looked at Fang Yuan and said, "Fuck, Fang Shao, this is a spell, you won't join the cult!" ”

Fang Yuan gave him a roll of his eyes and quietly threatened, "No more verbose, be careful that I take you to the heavens!" ”

For the next two lessons, Fang Yuan had been reading this notebook, and Chu Pang was also supported by a stack of comic books.

In the morning, Fang Yuan had read this not-so-thick notebook, of course, he had only read it once, and he had not explored it in detail. This cultivation thing is not something that can be achieved overnight, as soon as he thinks of cultivation, Fang Yuan thinks of Yan Ruoqiu and Wei Benlei, how they cultivate, curious.

After class, some of the students went home to eat, some hurried to the cafeteria or supermarket, and some were ready to eat directly in the classroom. Wang Hao glared at Fang Yuan and Chu Pang fiercely before going out, and the two of them glared back without showing weakness.

"Fang Shao, aren't you going to eat?"

Chu Pang sat in his seat and asked with a sad face.

"No, no."

Fang Yuan took out a large pile of snacks from his schoolbag and placed them on the table, and also greeted a few classmates who knew each other well, and divided them.

"Why, don't you eat it?" Fang Yuan asked Chu Pang.

"Well, I'm going to call my dad and ask him to come over."

Chu Pang pestle that fat face, inevitably sad, his father is a rough man, usually very generous to this son, but something like this must be a fat beating.

"Come less, if you want to borrow my name, just say it."

Fang Yuan opened a bag of potato chips and ate them with a clatter, he still didn't understand Chu Pang's careful thoughts.

"Haha, really?"

Chu Pang Yile, those soybean-sized eyes immediately came to the spirit, this is undoubtedly the sound of heaven.

"Hmm~"

Fang Yuan dragged out his voice and nodded.

"Hehe, I knew that Fang Shao understood me!"

Chu Pang diligently helped Fang Yuan unpack the snacks, but in the end, most of them still ended up in his own stomach.

Father Chu Pang didn't recognize anything else, so he recognized Fang Yuan, especially Fang Yuan helped him solve such a big capital turnover problem last time. His father believed in his fate, firmly believing that Fang Yuan was the destined nobleman of their father and son, Chu Pang had trouble at school, and I don't know how many times he had escaped from his father in the name of Fang Yuan.

"Okay, I'll call."

Chu Pang went out with his mobile phone, the school forbade bringing mobile phones, and he didn't dare to take them out blatantly.

In the afternoon, many students hadn't woken up yet, and Fang Yuan was also leisurely looking out the window. He has no pressure in school, this kind of time is undoubtedly a kind of enjoyment for him, to say that he is not interested in learning, but he really loves the campus.

Chu Pang's father arrived before the first class in the afternoon, Chu Pang entered the classroom and pulled Fang Yuan out together, watching from a distance. Seeing a fat man with three hundred pounds talking with the head teacher Lao Liu in the corridor, Fang Yuan was thinking when he met Chu Keyong, they wouldn't be a family, and after asking Chu Pang, he didn't find anything.

"Fang Shao."

Chu Pang's father, Chu Dahai, came over with a big belly, and their father and son were very consistent with Fang Yuan's name.

"Uncle Chu." Fang Yuan greeted politely.

Chu Dahai looked at Chu Pang again, changed his face and said: "You rabbit cub, just, Lao Tzu doesn't expect you to read a book, why are you crying, you Lao Tzu is dead?!" Lose face! ”

Chu Pang didn't dare to talk back, and said in advance that the book was Fangyuan. Chu Dahai didn't say much, and instructed the two to have a good relationship, so he drove away in his Maybach.

"I'll you, I'm glad I have you."

Chu Pang wiped his face, the hot weather and nervousness made him sweat.

The two walked back, walking and walking, Chu Pang suddenly stopped moving, "You go back first, it's so cool, I'll be cool for a while." ”

"Okay." Fang Yuan responded.

As a result, as soon as Fang Yuan entered the classroom, Chu Pang followed.

Fang Yuan held back a smile and asked, "What's the matter, it's not cold?" ”

"Grandma's weird, as soon as you leave, the wind will be gone, causing me to stand there stupidly." Chu Pang scratched his head, sat down and fanned the wind with a book.

Fang Yuan covered his mouth and lowered his head and snickered, at the same time he felt a little complacent in his heart, the wind just now was attracted by his Qinglan pupils. Although it was only a breeze, this was really an improvement, at least his Qinglan pupils were not at the level of only being able to observe the air current.

In the afternoon, Fang Yuan's continuous practice combined with Yuan Qing's cultivation notes was getting smoother and smoother, and he could even attract the wind to blow the entire classroom. This was still the reason why Fang Yuan didn't open the Soul Pupil, if he opened the Soul Pupil, the power of the Boundary-Breaking Evil Pupil and Qinglan Pupil would be doubled.

Looking at Wang Hao in the front row, Fang Yuan suddenly laughed evilly, and a sudden strong wind lifted a book on the windowsill and slammed into Wang Hao's face. With a crisp sound of "pop", the whole classroom laughed, and Chu Pang applauded by slapping the table and shaking the chairs.

If Yuan Qing saw this scene, he would definitely be dumbfounded, Fang Yuan's progress could no longer be described as fast, it was simply fast. It's easy to get a lot of wind, but if you want such precise control, you can't just report for duty.

All this was due to the fact that Fang Yuan's soul power was strong enough, even if he didn't use the soul pupil, it was enough to be proud of many people. But Fang Yuan didn't know all this, he only thought it was the result of his own day.

(End of chapter)