The quiet courtyard, accompanied by the sound of insects in the early spring night, is very quiet. Although Zhongping Academy is the worst academy in the Tianshui Empire, it is also the largest academy, because it is closer to the common people, in this martial Shijie, all families who are a little more solid will spare no effort to support their children to practice martial arts, even if they can't become illusionists, they can also cultivate a certain amount of illusion strength.

And the courtyard where Zhang Hao is at the moment is the gathering place of the upper class students of Zhongping College, which is distributed near the college. Anyone who can live here has a certain background. Otherwise, you can only squeeze into the ordinary dormitory within the college.

Sitting on the bed made by Zhao Lan himself, Zhang Hao's body was surrounded by ink, wisps of pitch-black strength wrapped around his body, accompanied by a trembling breath, quite frequent.

The strength has been running in the meridians in the body for several hours, and the fatigue of the past few days of rushing has gradually dissipated, Zhang Hao slowly opened his eyes, and two beams of essence appeared in a flash, and they were hidden in the depths of his eyes.

"The extension of the meridians is already the limit, and it is impossible to widen even a fraction of it. It seems that if you don't open the Divine Soul, the strength of the phantom body will stop there. With a soft sigh, Zhang Hao closed his eyes slightly, calmed his mind, and concentrated all his energy on sensing this world.

Time passed minute by minute, and under Zhang Hao's induction, this world was nothing but gray chaos. As Bing Bo said, the seven-colored elemental power and the aura of heaven and earth did not resonate at all, let alone concentrate on controlling the elemental power around his body.

"It's still the same as before!"

With a wave of his hand, a dark purple ring appeared in his palm, and Zhang Hao sighed deeply: "Uncle Fei, are you disappointed in me?" Actually, I am not the person on this shijie, if I hadn't had a strange fate and accidentally ate a blood baby fruit, I would never have been able to reach the Seven Great Enlightenment Illusion Body so quickly. You don't know any of this, but you've been deceived by the cultivation rules that have been inherited by Zhengyuan Dalu for hundreds of thousands of years, and I'm probably really just a waste from another world!"

After sighing, a fluorescent flash appeared in Zhang Hao's palm, and a small porcelain bottle appeared in the purple ring. The space ring left by Zhang Fei was more than twice as large as the one he gave to He Qiufen in Xihe City, so the previous ring was given to the fat man.

This purple ring contained a lot of cultivation resources in the Zhang family's desperate town over the past year. Even if some of them were used up before to restore everyone's strength in the Stone Axe Valley, there were still five seventh-level spirit grasses left, one each of the eighth-level spirit grass and the ninth-level spirit grass. There are also a lot of unknown fine iron and spars.

What surprised Zhang Hao the most was that there were fifty or sixty bottles of demonic beast essence blood in it, and the lowest level marked on it was also an eight-star low-level. Before, Zhang Hao had asked Wu Yan if there would be any monster eggs or young beasts in Weishenme, but the answer he got was a faint smile.

The space ring is filled with dead things, and the young beasts and monster eggs are extremely precious auxiliary means for the illusionist's cultivation, and the superior Warcraft generally have their own races, so it is not easy to capture, so generally obtained, the Zhang family will send someone to escort **.

"Spirit grass can be given to Yu Rou and Fat Brother to cultivate, but these demonic beast blood can be sold. When the results of the divine soul appraisal come out, no matter what, I have to send Yurou and the fat brother to the more haode academy. Murmuring softly, Zhang Hao's face was a little lonely, because in his heart, he actually had a faint estimate of his soul. But Bingbo has a very high opinion of the fat man and Meng Yurou, and he doesn't want to drag the two of them down because of this.

With a slight grip on the palm of his hand, Zhang Hao's eyes widened in vain, and as soon as his fingers slipped, the dusty strength on the vial was wiped out, and he looked down at the bottle.

"me, empty?"

After confirming this fact, Zhang Hao immediately burst into a foul mouth, and with a wave of his palm, the fifty or sixty vials of demonic beast essence blood contained in the purple ring all appeared on the bed in one go.

"Empty!"

"Empty!"

When he opened a bottle and found that it was still empty, Zhang Hao immediately burst into flames. Because he was no stranger to such a scene, a violent anger appeared in his eyes, staring at the black ink-like ring on his left hand, and laughed angrily: "I know, I know, all this is all you are making trouble, right?"

Stretched out his right hand and clasped the ring on his left hand fiercely, fiddling for a long time but couldn't move a bit, Zhang Hao punched on the bed board, and said helplessly: "You want to kill me!"

The powerlessness of that long sigh echoed in the small room, Zhang Hao looked up to the sky, but he didn't notice it, and a faint white light appeared on the ring on his left hand, as if he was snickering.

......

A few days passed in the blink of an eye, and this time, the enrollment situation of the Summoner Academy was quite abnormal, several times larger than in previous years. Just like the Xihe City Youth Lifting Competition, this year's enrollment also coincides with a 10-year event.

Although it has been two days, there are still no fewer students who can take the test, and the test number received by Zhang Hao and several people is ranked on the fifth day of enrollment, so they have to wait patiently.

There are two criteria for admission, the first is the qualification medal, such as the Phantom Beast Treasure Hunt or the Youth Conservation Competition, or the strength appraisal medal issued by the Illusionist Association. Due to the Dalu inheritance, the young man's soul was completely fixed at the age of fifteen, so the admission limit was set at the age of fifteen, but there were many children of big families who started their soul cultivation since childhood. Therefore, as long as you hold a certain authoritative medal, you can choose the corresponding academy according to your own strength.

However, the first item is mainly aimed at juniors with backgrounds. For the civilians with the largest base, they need to complete the Divine Soul Test and obtain the corresponding identification certificate before they are eligible to choose the academy. People like Zhang Hao.

The early morning sun covered the courtyard, and the smoke wafted out from the stove, Zhao Lan lifted the lid of the pot and stirred the rich fragrant porridge from time to time, and on the other hand, he waved a shovel to shovel out the fried haode scallion pancakes in the pot on the side.

"Zhao Niang, I'll help you!" Bing Yao rolled up his sleeves, handed over the washed vegetables, and took the cake on the plate in Zhao Lan's hand.

Gently wiping her hands on her apron, Zhao Lan had a kind smile on her face, and turned her head to look at the water Qingqing who was chopping vegetables and Meng Yurou who was burning the fire, she sighed lightly: "Now that you three caring children are with you, life is really much easier." In the past, Yurou was the only one to help, and when she got up in the morning, she had to feed the Garo Beast, cook, and serve a vegetable patch in the back mountain, so she couldn't be busy at all. ”

"It's a pity that Uncle Wu went to the Azure Capital with Master He in order to temporarily make a difference, and took Meiling, Meifeng, and Dalang away, otherwise Zhao Niang would just wait for us to serve. Shui Qingqing waved his hand to help Zhao Lan's messy hair in front of his forehead, and his face was full of smiles. After so many days of getting along, she grew up in the family, which is not allowed to do it, and she can't do it, and she really understands what ordinary happiness is.

The fat man's nonsense, Ma Lao'er's stupidity, the old naughty boy of Menghai, and Uncle Ge's joke with a straight face...... Shui Qingqing had already completely liked this family, so he only stayed with his uncle Shui Dai for two days before coming back.

"Zhao Niang, if you want, the three of us will be by your side every day. Looking at Zhao Lan's kind face, Shui Qingqing, who had no mother since childhood, couldn't help but feel a warmth in his heart, and said softly.

"Qingqing, then are you willing to be Zhao Niang's daughter-in-law?" Looking at Shui Qingqing's sincere smile, Zhao Lan smiled and said.

Looking back and seeing Zhang Hao walking out of the hut, Shui Qingqing's face turned red, and he lowered his head and said, "Zhao Niang, what did you say?"

"Sister Qingqing is shy!haha......" Bing Yao came to Shui Qingqing's side in a flash, stretched out his hand to tease each other's armpits, and the two laughed.

"What's so happy?" walked to the stove, looking at the scene of fighting, Zhang Hao asked out loud.

"It's our girls' business, it's none of your business. Bing Yao pursed his lips and said.

"Okay. It's okay, it's okay!"

Picking up a bowl of fragrant porridge handed by Zhao Lan, Zhang Hao walked towards the table in the courtyard and asked, "It's our turn to test the soul today, why don't you see the fat brothers?"

As soon as the sky was polished, Xiaopang, Brother Meng, and the second brother went out, saying that they were taking Xiaoqiang to practice outside the city. Zhao Lan took off her apron and replied casually.

"Fat brother is back! ”

Impartially, as soon as the words fell, a loud voice exploded outside the door, followed by a black figure rushing in, it was Xiaoqiang. Entering the door and wagging his tail, he raised his eyes to see Zhao Lan, Xiao Qiang dodged and pounced, rubbing his head affectionately.

As early as when he was in Xihe City, Ma Lao Er often took Xiaoqiang to train. After a few months of growth, not only did his body grow a lot, but his strength was also promoted to five-star medium, and this cultivation speed surprised Zhang Hao.

For nearly half a year, Xiaoqiang's body has been dyed with coat color, but since he came to Shuichang City, there are Bingyao and Bingbo, and now he has not dyed it anymore, and the blood-red hair on his body has grown three or four inches.

Waving his hand and rubbing Xiaoqiang's head, seeing his squinting eyes and seemingly enjoying his expression, Zhao Lan patted its back, pointed to a large basin on the side, and said dotingly: "Go, your breakfast is ready, eat more to grow up." ”

"Xiaoqiang, catch it!"

The next moment, a voice suddenly sounded, the fat man waved his hand and threw out a fist-sized leather ball, Xiaoqiang just wanted to enjoy his meal, hearing the words behind him, it was simply a conditioned reflex, he jumped into the air, opened his mouth and bit the ball, and then came to the fat man.

Seeing this scene, Bingbo, who had just walked into the hospital, frowned fiercely, and directly stretched out his palm and slapped it on the fat man's head.

"This is an eight-star high-level growth Misty Cloud Sky Wolf King. How can he raise a normal dog? His mind is not fully opened, and he doesn't realize that this is an insult, you know?"

When he first saw this demonic beast in Stone Axe Mountain, even Bingbo was taken aback, the chance of a medium demonic beast mutating to a high-level demonic beast was very small. Demonic beasts that have reached the high level are no different from humans, and the Misty Cloud Sky Wolf King is even rarer. During this relationship, every time I saw the fat man's unbearable behavior of teasing Xiaoqiang, Bingbo didn't have a burst of fire.

Rubbing his head with grinning teeth, the fat man looked down at Xiao Qiang with a nonchalant face, shook the ball in his hand, and said, "Xiao Qiang, do you like to play?"

Hearing this, Xiao Qiang knelt on the ground, looked at the ball in the fat man's hand, and nodded fiercely, with a look of anticrisy on his face.

Seeing this, the fat man pursed his lips and said, "Uncle Bingbo, it's really fun, why don't you conjure up your body and play with it?"

Hearing this, Bingbo's face was stunned, his face instantly turned into rage, and he roared: "Don't stop me today, the old man must let this stinky boy take off three layers of skin!"