When the sun slowly poked its head out of the east, Leng Fan walked out of the door and set off towards the gathering place.

The city gradually recovers with the sunshine and hustle and bustle, and all kinds of vendors on the street start a day's work for a living, and everything seems to be very harmonious.

All the way unimpeded, Leng Fan came to the stone door, there were already a lot of people gathered around, gathered together in twos and threes, talking about something, when he saw Leng Fan, his eyes were obviously hidden, everyone was like this, as if Leng Fan was some heinous bully.

Leng Fan ignored this, but stood calmly by the stone door, took out the book and waited while reading.

Slowly, people became more and more together, Zhang Fan arrived, but when he saw Leng Fan, he didn't come up to sarcastically say a few words as before, but stood aside silently as if he didn't see it.

Not long after, Zhao Zhili and Li Xuemei also arrived, the two of them were talking as if no one was around, and it seemed that they didn't notice Leng Fan's existence at all, and under the attention of others, the two walked to the stone gate without any other moves.

With the arrival of these two people, the voice of this place slowly weakened, and gradually showed an eerie quiet, looking at the two of them with a pair of eyes, and then turning to Leng Fan who looked down at the book on the other side.

This strange atmosphere didn't last long, the stone door slowly opened, and the middle-aged man in charge of the test walked out of the door, he glanced at the people in the field, his eyes stopped on Leng Fan, and beckoned everyone to enter the stone gate.

When the stone gate was closed, there was no way to lead to anything, but at this moment, as the stone gate was constantly pushed open, standing in front of the door and looking in, I found that there was a winding road inside the door, and there were lush woods on both sides of the road.

Walking into the stone gate, everyone soon found that the place they were in was no longer the original Chongling City, the Xingyuan between heaven and earth was much richer than Chongling City, and they took a breath gently, and even felt that Xingyuan would enter the body along the nose.

Leng Fan walked at the end, his eyes swept around, and then turned behind him, the road he had walked was disappearing, which meant that if he wanted to leave, there must be a way, otherwise it would be impossible.

Soon, when the road reached a certain level, the road behind did not disappear again, and the disappeared part was slowly restored, and when I looked at it again, the road behind me became extremely long.

Leng Fan knew that the road that disappeared had not been restored, or it should be said that the road had not disappeared in the first place, but the extra one had returned to its original place.

The small world, compared to the complete world, is a small and independent special space, which is mostly opened up from the void space by manpower, and for a high-grade force, the small world is almost standard.

From this point of view, Chongling Academy also has a foundation, otherwise how could it be able to sit in this small world, it would have been directly snatched away by powerful forces.

The road is very long, but everyone is not slow, and after ten minutes, they came to the end of the road, and a huge city, like a giant beast in the forest, appeared in front of everyone.

The towering city wall, towering like a mountain, the atmosphere of ancient vicissitudes, there is the precipitation of history, in the face of this huge city, a majestic and heavy momentum is coming, some people who are not psychologically prepared are directly washed down by this momentum and sit on the ground.

Leng Fan's eyes shrank, and what appeared in front of him was not the city wall, but the charge of thousands of troops and horses, the neighing of the iron horse, the roar of the soul of the ten thousand armies, turned into a clear stream of the long river of history, and the clear stream gradually converged into a torrent, impacting everyone who dared to face it.

This momentum directly impacted people's consciousness, and after a while, Leng Fan was already sweating profusely, and his face became pale, but he did not collapse, his waist was straight, and a momentum of his own turned into a knife and a sword, to break through all the obstacles that hindered his progress.

"Hoo ......"

Suddenly, as if the spring breeze was blowing, everything disappeared, Leng Fan had just released the momentum, suddenly stagnated, and then also dissipated, the city wall is still the city wall, still simple, but it has become unpretentious, and there is no longer the crushing momentum before.

Gathering his mind, Leng Fan wiped the sweat from his forehead, glanced around, and found that except for the middle-aged man who looked at him with strange eyes, everyone else was sitting on the ground, the most unbearable even trembling, and the better ones sat cross-legged and faced the city wall.

Most of the people who performed well were good in the test, not to mention the top ten people such as Zhang Fan, Zhao Zhili, and Li Xuemei, and many others also performed well.

It wasn't until everyone came back to their senses that the middle-aged man spoke: "This is a baptism, a wash on your spiritual side, you must remember that after becoming a martial artist, especially a martial artist who can dominate one side, such a power is a must, this baptism is just to let you know that the world of martial artists, the form of existence of power, is definitely not a single star element." ”

After speaking, the middle-aged man reorganized the team, and then led the people towards the city gate.

Many people followed the middle-aged man with palpitations, and some people continued to observe the city wall thoughtfully, and now the city wall seems to them to be much more plain than before, and there is less oppression that directly hits the heart.

Leng Fan, who walked at the end, slowed down a few beats of others intentionally or unintentionally, his gaze was not like some people locking on the city wall, but the city tower, among which there were two very faint breaths, these two breaths were very powerful, a few points stronger than the middle-aged man.

It wasn't until he entered the city gate that Leng Fan withdrew his gaze, his eyes flashing with thought.

"Good fellow, he can't find us, right?"

Ancient and majestic, on the city wall with a height of dozens of zhang, there are five layers such as the gatehouse of the tower, this magnificent city tower, people are in it, can have a bird's-eye view of everything in a radius of hundreds of zhang outside the city, and have a broad field of vision.

At this moment, on the top floor of the city tower, a voice with a panic sounded, and with this sound, as well as the sound of walking footsteps, a figure appeared by the window, a pair of bright eyes, staring at the group of newborn rookies, with surprise in their eyes.

This is a young man, fourteen or fifteen years old, with brocade clothes on his body, a delicate face, smart eyes, a noble demeanor with a little hanging, holding a copper mirror in his hand, and fanning a few times from time to time.

"I must have discovered that this year I have received a terrible little guy, who has no breath all over his body, but has a strong momentum and keen perception, just his perception can give people a headache. ”

Another voice sounded, and there was another person by the window, also a teenager, of the same age, but his temperament was calm, his handsome facial features were restrained and calm, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned with a just right smile, cordial and personal.

In his hand is an ordinary, ununfolded paper fan, the fan is like a smart pen shaft rotating between his fingers, with the smile on his face, there is a kind of confidence in the chest.

Liu Wufeng looked at the disappearing back, the fan in his hand turned and fell into his palm, and then turned away, his hand behind his back, and gently shook the handle of the fan, as if he was writing something.

"Hey, just left?" Liu Chongfeng chased after him a little strangely, and didn't forget to look at the bronze mirror, with a narcissistic smile on his face.

"Feel free to stay if you want, anyway, I don't want to, besides, stay here, what if you miss the show?" Liu Wufeng said without looking back.

"Show?" Liu Chongfeng didn't understand, but Liu Wufeng didn't explain at all, he only looked in the mirror helplessly, shook his head and grinned at the bronze mirror......

Under the leadership of the middle-aged man, Leng Fan and the other freshmen came to the so-called freshman dormitory, which was said to be a dormitory, but it was actually a courtyard-like residence made up of simple huts.

A fence encloses four adjacent huts, and there is a large open space, which is a simple villa complex, but this specification is really flattering.

"The treatment of freshmen is to have a place to live and eat, want to seek better treatment, use your strength to work hard, strong strength determines your status in the college, and the various benefits brought by status, I will not repeat it, you should understand, even if you don't understand, look at those exquisite courtyards in the distance, you will understand." ”

"As for the rest, including the rules of the house, your identity, and everything else, it's all in one booklet, and this booklet, every hut has it, read it for yourself. In addition, the new student Dabi in a month will be your first status change, so hurry up and cultivate hard. ”

After saying this, the middle-aged man turned around and left, without a trace of procrastination.

Leng Fan glanced at this freshman area, there are thousands of huts here, but there are only a few hundred freshmen, although they live simply, they are extremely spacious, there is so good?

Moreover, he had clearly sensed that there were some huts where there was breath, which meant that there were other people living here.

With doubts, Leng Fan turned around and rushed into a hut, which was simply furnished, with a wooden bed and a table for eight immortals, and there was no other configuration.

There was a small bamboo basket on the table, a palm-sized booklet inside, a card-like thing, and five small cards engraved with the word Chongling.

Picking up the booklet and going through it quickly, Leng Fan's brows relaxed, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help curling, and he took all the things in the basket with a hand, and then walked out of the hut.

The perception was completely released, and then Leng Fan unfolded his speed, patronizing one hut after another like the wind.

At first, Leng Fan's actions still felt strange, but as time slowly passed, more and more people read the booklet, their faces suddenly changed, and they joined Leng Fan's action one after another, searching the surrounding huts.

The search of thousands of huts by hundreds of people was very fast, and soon the operation stopped, and many of them looked at others with red eyes and thick necks, full of jealousy, and some looked at the people around them with luck and vigilance.

But there are also many people's eyes, more focused on one person, because this person reacts the fastest, searches the most, and gains are definitely the richest among the people.

Looking at those red-eyed and greedy eyes looking at him, Leng Fan was very calm, his gaze just swept over, and then he put it on a few huts, and he sensed that the people in these huts came out.