The cold wind brought Su Qingchen to the river, and when he landed, he threw Su Qingchen into the river, and Su Qingchen, who felt that something was wrong, stopped violently in the air, and at the same time as the soul was running, the soul power was pressed down, and the body turned over in the air, and landed steadily by the river.

Leng Feng nodded with satisfaction, looked at Su Qingchen and said slowly, "How do you feel when you arrive at school?"

Su Qingchen pursed his lips and said casually: "It's okay, I have gained a lot from the freshman competition, but I feel that I can't learn any real skills in school, except for making some friends and getting some soul skills, there is nothing else." ”

Leng Feng looked at Su Qingchen quietly, and couldn't help but have an inexplicable feeling in his heart, and asked puzzledly: "What is the real ability for you, the theoretical knowledge of Stan School is famous in the whole continent, and it is recognized as the most suitable for junior soul masters to learn, how can you be worthless?"

Su Qingchen grinned and shook his head: "What bullshit theoretical knowledge, no matter how good things are, they must be suitable for themselves, everyone is different, only the things that they have figured out by themselves are the most practical, blindly relying on others is destined to be hopeless to stand at the peak of the continent in this life." ”

After hearing these words come out of Su Qingchen's mouth, Leng Feng's calm heart was touched, he couldn't believe that these words came from the mouth of a twelve-year-old boy, if someone else said it, Leng Feng must have felt that he was arrogant, but from Su Qingchen's mouth, Leng Feng was even more determined to cultivate Su Qingchen's idea.

Leng Feng clapped his hands, a trace of joy flashed in his eyes, and he said: "I hope you can not only speak, but also do better, I brought you here today to tell you two things, the first is that you take a few days off after you return to the academy and go to a place with me." ”

Looking at the cold wind that stopped and didn't speak again, Su Qingchen asked puzzledly, "What about one more thing?"

"In a few days, we have to go out once, today the soldiers have gone to pick up the mission, and they will set off in seven days after the next mission, this mission is dangerous, there may be casualties, but as long as it is completed, the Wind Mercenary Group will be saved. As he spoke, Leng Feng looked at the sky in the distance, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

Su Qingchen frowned slightly, and said with some puzzlement: "Uncle Leng Feng, I felt so lonely when I went to the group just now, where did those members go?

Leng Feng turned around and said lightly: "Recently, the mercenary group in Yuluo City has been scattered, extinguished, and merged, not long after you started school, there are only skeletons and blasts, and recently there are hundreds of tasks in the main hall of the mercenary group, and many members have taken several tasks and gone out, and the members of the group are left with me, the soldiers, the sunspots, and the old high." ”

After Su Qingchen heard Leng Feng's words, he was stunned and immediately reflected and said, "Yes, a small fortune." After finishing speaking, I always felt that something was wrong, and I fell into deep thought for a while.

"You also think something is wrong, I asked them not to go out before, but the people in the group couldn't listen to it in order to make money, and the words released by the skeleton have already made many members have the idea of earning more money and leaving, so the task of the main hall is really coincidental. The light tone was mixed with a little helplessness, and Leng Feng said slowly.

"I think the mission was sent by the people of the skeleton mercenary group, maybe when doing the mission, they will win over the members of the group, and if they can't pull it, they may be killed directly. Su Qingchen touched his chin and said analytically.

A trace of killing intent flashed in Leng Feng's eyes, and then he returned to normal, and said helplessly: "I don't know, but they can't listen to it, and I can't say it too clearly, forcing them to hurry, and when the time comes, there will be no need for skeletons, and the Wind Mercenary Group will be disbanded." ”

"Skeletons, these scum have really sinister intentions, this trick is too poisonous, damn it, one day they will tear off their bones one by one and feed them to the dogs, and see if he still has skeletons. While speaking, Su Qingchen made a splitting motion, and the expression on his face was extremely fierce.

Leng Feng didn't speak, but just glanced at Su Qingchen, and his cold face gave people an inexplicable sense of melancholy.

"Uncle Leng Feng, what task are you going to complete, I just heard you say that there will be casualties? There are only four of you left, can you not go, are the skeletons really that terrible? After three months, it's a big deal to leave Yuluo City, and when the strength is stronger than them, I will come back and destroy them, I will keep you in the city as an internal response, and always pay attention to the development of this skeleton." Su Qingchen looked at the cold wind and said seriously.

Leng Feng shook his head, he didn't know that his husband could bend and stretch, but his strong character did not allow him to automatically admit defeat, even if he died in battle, he was unwilling to dodge, he and the soldiers and a group of brothers worked desperately to lay down their own piece of the sky in Yuluo City, he was really unwilling to lose like this at the beginning, and this time there was no way back at all.

Leng Feng walked up to Su Qingchen, hugged Su Qingchen, and said lightly: "Two days ago, the Iron Spear Mercenary Regiment with the name of the Wind moved away from Yuluo City, and yesterday it was reported that the Iron Spear Mercenary Regiment was all killed on the way. As he spoke, Leng Feng's face showed a little sadness.

Leng Feng patted Su Qingchen's shoulder, and then asked suspiciously. "Tell me how you won the book contest. I remember when you first went to school, you were only a third-level spiritual monk. It is impossible to defeat Guo Xiang and Lu Fei in the Spirit Realm. ”

Su Qingchen was stunned for a moment, and then replied, "I am now a sixth-level spirit master, what is a little spirit master, didn't you see that even the great spirit master's Uncle Heizi made me bleed just now?"

"There are a lot of celebrities in your class, Guo Xiang, the grandson of the dean of the Stan Academy, Lu Fei, the youngest son of the Imperial Prime Minister, and Zhang Long, the son of the Imperial Iron Overlord, everyone is famous in Yuluo City, and it is really surprising that you can defeat them and win the game. Leng Feng's faint tone was mixed with a hint of surprise.

"It turns out that the broken pot Zixiang is the grandson of the dean, no wonder the soul technique is used like using white paper, it is a casual one, everyone who looks at it is dazzled, it turns out that there is such a great grandfather, but unfortunately it is a soft leg, I can't help but be scared. Su Qingchen laughed as he spoke.

Leng Feng glared at Su Qingchen and said, "Look at the way you smile, you can't achieve any kind of results, you have to be arrogant and impatient, have you forgotten what I told you before?"