His parents are just ordinary people, whether they are in a small town or going somewhere else, they will never appear in dangerous areas, but as a cultivator, he stayed in the Martial God Academy for a while, and soon got the opportunity to find resources in various places. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

But this is not enough for him to waver, the peerless genius can't stand it, will he not be able to stand it?

It's just some small nights, at most it's just a little devil's peeping, how can you compare with him?

So Xiao Chen shook his head firmly.

Seeing his resolute attitude, Si Yahui didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, if it weren't for the fact that he saved Xiaoyu, Si Yahui's status would not have so much patience with a student. So Si Yahui asked him what he wanted, and the credit for saving Xiaoyu was more precious than the spiritual treasure of heaven and earth in her heart.

Xiao Chen didn't hesitate, "I hope that the old lady will give the chrysanthemum spirit spirit." ”

Aunt Wang reminded her not to mention this matter, Feng Shangxue was shocked in her heart, and hurriedly looked at the old lady.

I saw that the old lady's face was gloomy, and the momentum that had just been put away rose again, and it was even more than 100,000 times more powerful!

"Good, good!"

She said angrily, "If you want other treasures, even if they are ten times more precious than the Chrysanthemum Spirit Spirit, I will give them, but the Chrysanthemum Spirit Essence is my life!

Under the pressure of such momentum, Feng Shangxue took several steps back and was already standing at the door. Under the skirt of the green silk fishtail, the white and slender legs trembled constantly. But Xiao Chen's fingers stroked the scroll, raised his head slightly, and the corners of his mouth clearly skimmed a sneer.

He can understand that the so-called college rumors, saying that as long as you are loved by the dean's wife, you will have the opportunity to get the spirit of the chrysanthemum spirit or something, which is completely groundless. In Si Yahui's heart, the status of the chrysanthemum spirit is probably not much lower than Xiaoyu, maybe higher.

The respectful attitude gradually disappeared, Xiao Chen slowly stood up straight, and said loudly: "I came only for the spirit of Ju Ling, if you don't give it, I will still find a way to get it in the future." ”

"In my heart, you are not the dean's wife, but the old lady of Huaxia, so I will be honest, if you are not happy, it is better to get rid of me. ”

The words were sonorous, and a cold light flickered in Xiao Chen's eyes.

Some people can be enemies, but they can't be deceived, in his heart, Si Yahui is the second kind of person.

But even if the other party is Si Yahui, if he dares to block his way to resurrect his sister, he will not be merciful! More than ten years ago, countless strong people didn't want his life, this Si Yahui is fine?

No matter what, the Chrysanthemum Spirit must get your hands on it!

Xiao Chen's mind was like lightning, staring coldly at the old but sharp figure opposite.

Si Yahui was silent for a moment, and finally sighed.

"It's just a flower spirit. ”

She nodded, "Let's go back and wait for news." ”

She didn't say to give or don't give, Xiao Chen didn't say much, turned around and left. On the way, Feng Shangxue caught up and looked at him angrily.

"How dare you mention the spirit of the chrysanthemum?"

"Do you know that because the condensation of the essence of the chrysanthemum spirit hurts the origin of motherhood, the grandmother and grandmother can't have children. In her heart, the spirit of the chrysanthemum is her son's life, you are too much!"

Xiao Chen didn't pay attention to it, just lowered his head slightly, as if thinking about something.

Feng Shangxue stretched out her hand to stop him, "Do you really want to go all the way to the dark? The artistic conception of flowers is useless at all, even if the previous flower god has not fallen, just because she has an empty realm and no combat power, what is the difference between it and a vase?"

Rumble!

Xiao Chen Huo Ran raised his head, there seemed to be electric light flashing in his dark eyes, and boundless killing intent rushed into the sky.

"Who dares to go wild in the Martial God Academy?"

In the small courtyard, which was already miles away, Si Yahui, who was patting the light rain that was falling asleep, stood up suddenly, and then suddenly smiled, "The cultivator of the artistic conception of flowers actually has such a murderous aura?

She didn't bother to pay attention to the junior's affairs, but the fashion snow was miserable. Xiao Chen's dark eyes were like the deep pools of the Nine Hells, dark and deep, she felt as if her mind was being dragged by evil ghosts and resentful spirits, as if her body was not her own, her soul was not her own, and everything was out of her control.

Cold sweat came out of her whole body, Feng Shangxue thought that she was a top genius, and she had also participated in the battle of a small spiritual domain a few months ago, and she was definitely not a good baby in a greenhouse, but in Xiao Chen's killing intent, she felt like a boat in a whirlpool, and she couldn't help herself.

In a panic, she pulled out her knife from its sheath.

Her knife is like the clear moon in the spring, compared to the old long knife that Xiao Chen carries is like a princess to a beggar, the heaven and the earth will never intersect, but for some reason, she thinks that the Feng family's sharp weapon Qing Ming Slash, which can be relied on to dominate the world, this sheath is like the wind into the Qing Ming, and the treasure knife that invisibly takes people's lives without blood can not bring her even a little sense of security.

She is a genius of the Feng family.

She's the pride of the academy!

How had she ever been in such a situation?

Feng Shangxue clenched her silver teeth.

Xiao Chen looked at her quietly for a while, and then stretched out his hand to remove the blade of the Qing Ming Slash.

"It's a good knife. ”

He lightly warned, "Be careful when you speak in the future." ”

Looking at the back of Xiao Chen leaving, Feng Shangxue was a little stunned, and she felt very aggrieved.

Seeing that Xiao Chen was about to disappear around the corner, Feng Shangxue cried out: "Did I say something wrong? The artistic conception of flowers is useless at all! Even if you become a god, you will not have any success in the future!"

There was nothing to say all night, and the news from the academy the next day made everyone go crazy.

The Martial God Temple covers an area of 8,000 tilts, which is extremely vast, but there is only a bulletin board at the gate. Xiao Chen got on the transportation on campus and arrived at the gate of the college half an hour later.

With the physical strength of his two-star location, he was much faster than transportation, but when he got on transportation, he obviously had more time to study the books left by his sister.

"Look, isn't this that Xiao Chen?"

"That's right, it's the waste that cultivates the artistic conception of flowers. ”

"What is he doing here, does he want the spirit of the dean's wife?

Seeing him coming, almost half of the students surrounding the door turned around and pointed at him, these were all freshman students, and the other half were sophomore students who didn't bother to pay attention to this kind of thing.

In the hearts of the sophomores, where is a freshman qualified to be discussed by them? Only a few people occasionally glanced at him a few times because Xiao Chen had 'created' two lot of geniuses.

The college is huge, and the gate is naturally magnificent. Above the vertical arch gate with a height of 28 zhang, there are engraved four gilded characters of 'Wuwei Heaven and Earth'. The door is 19 zhang wide, there is a dragon pillar on both sides, the left book 'Huaxia', the right copy 'Martial God', the font is majestic and magnificent.