In the dormitory area of Silver Star Academy, first-class students, Liu Zihong sat on his bed, his breathing was long, like a strong wind gradually rising, and a deep white mist was steaming, faintly sandwiched with some golden light. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Touching the sweat on his face, Zhuo Wenxuan felt that the clothes on his body were already soaked, and it was now a cold day, and it was still as hot as a furnace, and even Ma Feixiong was sweating vigorously.

Liu Zihong has been meditating for two days, and Jiuyang Divine Skill is about to enter the third stage, feeling that his meridians are getting wider and wider, and his true qi is swimming in the meridians, constantly nourishing his body.

I don't know how long it took, my heart shook slightly, the wind and grass within a radius of ten meters, all in my control, a pale golden aura appeared behind him, and the thought disappeared after he wavered.

Jiuyang True Qi ran for a week, but it was only ten minutes, he let out a long breath, opened his eyes, and a round of sun disappeared quickly in his eyes, and his figure stood up from the bed.

The surging heat wave dispersed, the ice and snow within a radius of hundreds of meters began to melt rapidly, and the close ones had been completely evaporated.

"Congratulations to Zihong's strength!" Ma Feixiong arched his hand and said.

"A little progress is not worth mentioning!" Liu Zihong waved his hand, but the joy on his face could be seen by a person, hiding his joy, anger and sorrow, he didn't have that Taoism yet.

I opened the window and wanted to see the snow, but how did I know that the outside was clean and clean, and then I looked at the clear sky, could it be that I would be in spring after meditating?

"It's only been three days, and when you just got up, a powerful aura suddenly erupted, and the snow around here melted!" Zhuo Wenxuan saw that he was puzzled, and couldn't help but explain with a smile.

A few days ago, there was such a heavy snowfall, which was a foot thick, and he could drown his calves when he walked, and he hadn't had a good time, so Liu Zihong entered the retreat and broke through, and now since the snow is still there, it's time to play.

The teachers and students of the academy are not in the mood to go to class, at this time to watch the snow epiphany, to be able to write out the famous article, is what should be done, last year there was a college teacher, wrote a poem about Yongxue, a Hou Ye liked it very much, directly rewarded with silver ten thousand taels, the teacher directly got rid of poverty and became well-off.

Stepping on the thick snow, with zigzag footprints behind him, plus Zhuo Wenxuan and a few people, they made the good snow unsightly, and they couldn't help but frown at the division commanders who liked the snow scene.

Most of his classmates were there, Zhuo Wenxuan shouted a few casually, and called out more than a dozen people, briefly introduced the rules, and before he finished speaking, he heard a shout in his ear, and a fist-sized snowball smashed on Liu Zihong's head.

Looking back, the other party has dispersed in a hurry, and his own side naturally refuses to give up, and starts to fight back with local materials, although after practicing martial arts, Liu Zihong and several people reacted a lot faster, but now when they come out to play, they naturally don't need to deliberately dodge, and the natural efficiency is much worse.

Amid the laughter of the girls and the shouts of the boys, there were more and more onlookers, and many people rushed out of the room, not knowing what was going on, when suddenly a snowball came and injured passers-by, and the big scuffle began.

This kind of simple game can be played without being taught, and a teacher was disturbed by Yaxing, and angrily walked down with a few people, ready to stop this chaos.

Unexpectedly, the two girls next to him didn't see it clearly, and there were a few snowballs that came up, and the cold snowflakes smashed on their necks, and the teacher suddenly calmed down, looking at the men and women running, his eyes were slightly moist.

Bending down to grab the snow, time was pinched into a ball, and thrown into the distance, and several other teachers also came to their senses, put away their shelves, and joined the battle.

When I first started to see the teachers, I didn't dare to start, but after a few minutes passed, I forgot who we were with each other, and the sound of laughter accompanied by the cry of ouches floated in the sky above the Silver Star Academy.

In the nearby attic, several old people were playing against each other, and suddenly heard a noise in their ears, and they couldn't help frowning, when did the academy become like this.

I opened the window and looked down, and after a few minutes, the anger on my face disappeared and turned into a knowing smile.

I don't know where a snowball flew from, and another old man next to him stretched out his hand to hold it and looked at it: "We old guys won't participate!"

In an instant, several hours passed, people were running and sweating, Liu Zihong lay on his back on the snow, looking at the clear sky, and waved his hand from time to time to indicate that he had withdrawn from the battle.

The other classmates and friends also lost their strength and sat next to them gasping for breath, but their faces were very excited, and the accumulated depression finally vented a little.

An academy guard, who ran over in the air with snowballs flying all over the sky, looked very embarrassed if he didn't fight back, looked at Zhuo Wenxuan and the others, and quickly locked his eyes on Liu Zihong.

"You are Liu Zihong, the dean invites you to come over!"

Looking at his appearance, I don't know why, Liu Zihong stood up and patted the snowflakes on his body: "You can eat dinner together, you don't have to wait for me." ”

Still in that small attic, Liu Zihong saw several old men, and when he saw the senior members of the academy for the first time, he naturally couldn't help but have some guesses, the clothes were almost the same, and he couldn't be sure that it was the dean, which was really a headache.

Holding back his doubts, Liu Zihong stood there respectfully, letting a few old-timers look him up and down, feeling like he was being looked at as a monkey.

"Very nice young man!" After a long time, someone finally spoke, Liu Zihong let out a long breath, his mood began to relax a little, and he looked up at the seniors who spoke.

"It seems that we children are under a lot of psychological pressure, we are just curious about what kind of people can make such an exotic tune as "Chivalrous Journey"!" The old man in the middle said with a smile, motioning for Liu Zihong to sit down and speak.

"You should have heard Wen Xuan talk about me!" another gray-robed old man also spoke.

Liu Zihong felt that he was looking at himself, as if he was looking at the juniors in the family, and now he finally understood, and hurriedly bowed: "Thank you seniors for recruiting the kid as a student of the academy, and I am grateful for the reconstruction!"

"It's just a casual thing, not to mention that you are a hidden dragon in the abyss, and you may rise to the sky at any time, it is also my honor to be able to help you!" the old man touched his beard, his eyes full of pride.

After a few words of conversation, Liu Zihong completely relaxed, and the correct answer became more and more decent, which naturally made several seniors appreciate it more and more, looking at him with indescribable affection.

Three old and one young, I didn't feel that the sky was getting darker, there were people outside who lit fire candles, a little more warm color, the meal was ready, obviously ready to eat and chat.

After a few glasses of wine, the three deans of the first and second deputy began to recall the time when they were young and frivolous, and after listening to a few words, Liu Zihong's heart was shocked, and the few people in front of him used to be mixed in the rivers and lakes, and they must have a few brushes to protect the Silver Star Academy.

Now in addition to the fictitious master, the strongest person he knows is only Ma Feixiong, if there is a conflict with the Silver Star Martial Mansion, it will be difficult to protect it at all, let alone talk about anything else.

It is said that in the second grade of the Silver Star Martial Mansion, there are masters who have reached the division level, and there are five grades in the Martial Mansion, this number is like a boulder, pressing on Liu Zihong's heart, and a few months ago he had the idea of looking for a big tree to lean on.

"Zihong, I heard that there was some conflict between you and the Wufu side, don't be afraid, just do what you want, we old guys can still talk!" Before Liu Zihong could speak, the dean patted him on the shoulder and put the words here.

Needless to say, these are all good people, Liu Zihong raised his glass: "That kid will toast the three deans with this glass of wine, the history of our academy being bullied is about to pass." ”

There was some turmoil in the academy, so naturally they couldn't hide it, including the changes in Zhuo Wenxuan's few people, and when they heard Liu Zihong say this, they immediately felt relieved and raised their wine glasses happily.