With the closing date of the local semester approaching, the atmosphere of the entire local session is in a tense state.

Many local students, under the pressure of such a tense atmosphere, constantly remind themselves to prepare for the upcoming final exam.

The rewards for the top three in the final exam every year are very generous, and although the content of this year's rewards has not yet been announced, there are still many people who are working hard to prepare for this, and they all believe that those rewards will not disappoint them.

Jiang Chen is the same.

The woods behind his quarters.

The air is moist and fresh.

Call.

Jiang Chen, who was breathing such incomparable air, the rhythm of his breathing seemed a little heavy.

On that handsome face, beads of sweat the size of beans slipped down one by one, and the black hair was already soaked.

He held the enlarged spirit pattern pen in his hand, leaned his body on it, and used the soft purple hairs to prop down to the ground, but under the purple hairs, it seemed that there was a force to hold it, and it did not really fall to the ground.

Three meters in front of him, Old Yu stood with his hands in his hands, full of energy, and he couldn't see any tiredness.

"How?"

"That's not going to work?!"

Old Yu's gaze fell on Jiang Chen and asked with a smile.

When Jiang Chen heard this, he wiped a handful of sweat from his forehead, and then the corners of his mouth were raised, and said, "I said, as long as I haven't fallen on the ground, the training will not be over!"

Although Jiang Chen looked extremely tired in appearance, his voice was sonorous and powerful, and the words reached Yu Lao's ears.

"Come on!"

Jiang Chen straightened his slightly bent waist, raised the enlarged spirit pattern pen in his hand, and pointed at Yu Lao with the purple hair, the dark black spiritual power on it beat slowly, full of momentum, and shouted in a low voice.

Very early this morning, Yu Lao began to work as a sparring partner for Jiang Chen, in order to train Jiang Chen's control of the spirit pattern pen.

Nearly an hour had passed, and Jiang Chen was still able to stand, which was already very unexpected by Elder Yu.

Yu Lao smiled and shook his head, he was really persistent...

And then.

Yu Lao's figure swept out, such a speed was like a lightning bolt in Jiang Chen's eyes, flying by, but when did Jiang Chen feel a little afraid in his heart?!

When Yu Lao approached, he shook the spirit pattern pen in his hand.

The dark black spiritual power on the spirit pattern pen suddenly rose like a flame, and attacked the vague figure of Yu Lao in his eyes.

Rumble.

The dark black spiritual power finally hit the trunk of the tree behind it, almost hitting Yu Lao's body.

"It seems that you are still not skilled enough in the control of the spirit pattern pen, you always remember that when the spirit pattern pen becomes larger, it is not a spirit pattern pen, but a weapon, a weapon with super power!"

Jiang Chen, who had failed in the attack, stood in place, surrounded by the phantom left by Yu Lao's rapid movement.

Yu Lao's voice also came out from those phantoms, overlapping into Jiang Chen's ears.

Hearing this, Jiang Chen frowned slightly, and withdrew his gaze on the enlarged spirit pattern pen in his hand.

"That's right, when you get bigger, you're no longer a spirit pen, but a weapon. ”

"Weapons have names, and in the future, you can call them Broken Blade!"

"No matter how sharp the weapon is, as long as you encounter it, all of it will be broken..."

Jiang Chen's heart was full of thoughts, sweat was dripping down one by one, and the phantom of Yu Lao next to him continued to overlap.

Gradually, Jiang Chen closed his eyes.

At this moment, it was as if the whole world had become quiet, and even the sound of his own breathing, he could not hear.

After a few seconds.

Jiang Chen suddenly opened his eyes, the light in his eyes flashed, and then the spirit pattern pen "Broken Blade" in his hand suddenly stabbed out at this moment.

The purple hairs of the broken blade pierced into Yu Lao's uncertain phantom.

The next moment.

The entire unpredictable phantom suddenly stopped, and Yu Lao's body retreated a few steps back under the attack of the broken front.

Just as Yu Lao kept retreating, he seemed to have stepped on something under his feet, and suddenly a wooden plank bounced up from the ground.

And at the moment of bounce, there seemed to be an oily green spirit pattern slowly surging on the wooden board, and finally condensed into a shape, like a turtle shell.

That's the steel grain.

Clang.

Unexpectedly, Yu Lao's head was steadily hit by the stainless steel pattern, and a small bag immediately appeared on the top of his head.

"When the head hits the stainless steel grain, it feels good, right?!"

Glancing at the small bag that was smashed out of the top of Old Man Yu's head, the corners of Jiang Chen's mouth raised slightly, suppressed his heavy breath, and said jokingly with a smile.

"Stinky boy, when did you set this trap?!"

Yu Lao lowered his eyes slightly and looked at Jiang Chen, he naturally realized that Jiang Chen was avenging yesterday's bare-handed fight against Jinggang Wen.

Jiang Chen sat down on the spot and said slowly, "Last night." ”

"I was going to let you step on it when you pass by on weekdays, so that it will have a surprise effect. ”

"But who would have thought that you would step on it in such a way. ”

Jiang Chen sighed lightly, put the broken blade smaller into the ring, turned his head to look at Yu Lao, and said, "I really touched you with the spirit pattern pen just now, and this sparring is over." ”

The two agreed before that there were two signals for the end of the sparring session, one was that Jiang Chen was tired and lay down, and the other was that Yu Lao was hit by the spirit tattoo pen.

"That's just luck. Elder Yu rolled his eyes and said.

Jiang Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said, "Actually, I want to say, what is the second basic spirit pattern you want to teach me?!"

On the basis of sparring before, the two established a gambling contract.

If Jiang Chen can meet Yu Lao in the process of sparring, then Yu Lao will teach Jiang Chen the second basic spirit pattern, otherwise, Jiang Chen will travel around Qingyun Courtyard and shout that he is a fool.

With Jiang Chen's popularity in Qingyun Academy, such a bet is also fair, after all, it is his personal reputation that is being gambled.

Therefore, the moment when Xuan Feng really touched Yu Lao just now, he was relieved, and this reputation is not a vain gamble!

"Drawing a spiritual pattern is not an ordinary painting, it has a process of learning and digesting. ”

"In such a short period of time, you want to learn the second spirit pattern, and it has many adverse effects on you..."

Old Yu's heart turned and said.

Jiang Chen glanced at Yu Lao, didn't he just want to say that he was greedy and chewed too much?!

Immediately interrupting Elder Yu, Jiang Chen smiled and said, "Don't worry, when have I ever let you down?!"

......

Time passes.

Dean's Office.

Jiang Chen sat cross-legged in the corner, his eyes closed, and the dark spiritual power on his body slowly flowed.

On his palm, there were three black seals, each of the same size, surrounded by dead qi on them, and the dark spiritual power flowed.

Suddenly, it was a black mark of death.

Through this period of cultivation, Jiang Chen has successfully cultivated the Death Qi Black Seal to as many as three.

The whole process, in less than a month, such a cultivation speed can be said to be very terrifying, and every time a dead qi black seal is cultivated, it is equivalent to someone else's successful cultivation of a mortal-level spirit codex.

Now Jiang Chen has cultivated three Death Qi Black Seals, that is to say, if Jiang Chen cultivates other mortal-level spirit canons, in the same time, he can be regarded as having learned three doors...

Jiang Chen, who was in cultivation, trembled slightly with his slender eyelashes.

The dark spiritual power flowing around him showed obvious fluctuations, and Elder Yu, who had been sitting next to him, also paid a little more attention to Jiang Chen.

Under the gaze of Yu Lao's eyes, I saw that in Jiang Chen's palm, there was a slow flow of dead energy, showing a wonderful rhythm.

With the appearance of this wonderful rhythm, in the center of the flow of dead air, slowly, there was a black mark condensed.

When it was finally formed, it was exactly the same as the other three black seals of dead air.

This is the fourth Black Seal of Dead Air!

In other words, up to now, Jiang Chen had cultivated a total of four Death Qi Black Seals.

At the beginning, Jiang Chuxi cultivated the Death Qi Black Seal, and the largest number was only four.

Moreover, when Jiang Chuxi cultivated the fourth Death Qi Black Seal, he was devoured by the death qi for some reason, and almost lost his life for it.

"You kid, you have to take this step for me..."

Yu Lao stared at Jiang Chen's palm, the black mark of the slow flow of dead air, his brows furrowed slightly, and he muttered to himself.

Yu Lao spent a lot of energy in order to save Jiang Chuxi, who was devoured by death, and only he knew the hardships and pains, and he didn't want to experience that feeling a second time.

When he saw that the dead qi on the newly cultivated dead qi black seal in Jiang Chen's palm slowly dissipated, Yu Lao Cai breathed a sigh of relief, he knew that the fourth dead qi black seal, Jiang Chen could be regarded as a complete cultivation!

At this time, Jiang Chen also slowly opened his eyes, looking at the black mark of death qi gradually dissipating in his hand, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised.

"I have completely cultivated the fourth Death Qi Black Seal, which should be regarded as surpassing the record of the old lady at the beginning, right?!"

Half an hour later.

In Jiang Chen's dark eyes, the battle intent surged, and the coldness was wild.

"Wen Wei, when the time comes, you have to taste the results of my cultivation these days. ”

"And as a Seal Spirit Master, I have learned more than one basic spirit pattern..."

...

Time flies.

In the intense preparations, the final exam finally came as scheduled.