Wan Qiyun swore that she thought that if she went to Ye Feng City, her cultivation would definitely improve, that person didn't know if she came from the fairy realm or from the god realm, but she was definitely better than her, and if she was beaten twice, her cultivation could be improved.

It's time to get ready for the bone-twisting ointment......

Wan Qian Yunqian continued to cultivate, and then in the first place of the final competition, he was woken up by Gong Chenjin.

Feeling the spiritual power in his body, Wan Qiyun stretched his waist and ate and drank leisurely, not worried at all about the upcoming end-of-term competition.

The students were hurrying to cultivate, and some of them didn't even go out after returning to the academy.

Because of the arrival of the final Dabi, there are still many people in the academy who are cultivating hard, as soon as you enter your room, the door is inserted, as long as you don't make a big move, the ghost knows if you are there.

The students' residences are divided according to the class, and there is no chaos, everyone still thinks that those people in the noble class are still wandering outside! I am not too worried about the upcoming end-of-term Dabi.

Some people heard that the students of the Yuan Infant Noble Class went to the Demon Beast Mountain Range for two months to train, but it was only a joke.

Just them? Dare to go to the Warcraft Mountains? Braggarts aren't even like that.

Whether they believe it or not, the students of the aristocratic class are cultivating hard, and they are just waiting for the bright competition to blind their dog eyes.

Those few students who had learned alchemy and refining went to bed early, and Wan Qian Yunqian could cultivate his spirit in this way, and when his spirit was good, he could play normally.

As everyone knows, second, when they signed up for the alchemy and refining arena, they didn't know how many people ridiculed them, laughing at their incompetence and not paying attention to the competition, who didn't know, no one in the aristocratic class learned alchemy and refining?

Dabi had different hearts, some nervous, some confident, and everyone got up early in the morning.

Because it is a competition within the college, there is no big event, and even registration should be registered.

Anyway, every student needs to participate, and everyone knows which students are going to compete where.

Then looking at the students of the aristocratic class who came to sign up in front of him, the tutor in charge of statistics was a little angry.

"Again, this is not a place for you to play, you better hurry back and participate in the spiritual power competition!"

This mentor seems to be a little old, and at this moment, he is persuading Mo Yan and the others with a gloomy face to let them go back to participate in the spiritual power competition.

"Isn't the alchemy and refining competition before the spiritual power competition? This won't delay us from participating in the spiritual power competition!"

It may be that the atmosphere of the aristocratic class is too good, there is a lot of intrigue and intrigues, and some of the brains are a little degraded, Lin Ye frowned, looking at the old man very puzzled, he should be not mistaken!

He really didn't hear the irony in the old man's words at all.

The old man had never thought that they were actually coming to participate in the competition, and since he learned that they were from the noble class, this old man's attitude had changed.

"You! Hum! If you don't know a good person, if you want to lose face, you can lose face! The old man won't stop you!"

The old man thought that Lin Ye was choking him on purpose, and with a wave of his sleeves, he wrote down their names in the notebook, coldly told them what kind of game they were playing, and then waved his sleeves again and let them go.

Mo Yan glanced at this tutor deeply, smiled coldly, and left with his classmates, their games were all in the afternoon, now you can go back and ask the tutor.