Gu Feiying stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked his lips, his eyes showed an excited look, and his fingernails were sharp and awe-inspiring: "That's right, my purpose today is to fight with you." ”

"No fighting." Luo Qingyin glanced at him casually, turned around and was about to push the door in.

"Do you look down on me?" Gu Feiying's face immediately turned cold, and he said angrily: "With your cultivation of only the fourth order of martial arts, I will fight you to give you face." ”

Looking at his gaze, Luo Qingyin smiled coldly: "I don't need you to give me face." ”

"How can you talk like that?" Su Feicui was furious, took out the white jade flute and stopped in front of the door, preventing Luo Qingyin from opening the door and entering.

There is a saying in Xuanfeng Academy, it is better to go to the main sword blade ring than to enter the courtyard of the Formation Pavilion.

Because, the courtyard of the Formation Pavilion students has a formation, and those who are not proficient in the formation dare not take a step at all.

Once Luo Qingyin entered the courtyard, they had nothing to do.

Therefore, Su Feicui blocked Luo Qingyin's way for the first time.

Luo Qingyin glanced at her coldly and ignored her.

Gu Feiying's face was gloomy, Su Feicui's face was even more ugly, and Lin Feng, another student of the main heart peak, was angry, and he was on the verge of an imminent outbreak: "It is said that the three major pavilions are above the top, and it is true." However, the fourth-order martial artist does not weigh his own strength. ”

"So what?" Luo Qingyin raised the corners of his lips, sneered three points and mocked it seven: "Do you dare to fight me alone?" ”

Lin Feng choked for a moment, and was about to fight, but was stopped by Lone Feiying.

"Alright." Gu Feiying's eyes stared at Luo Qingyin with complicated eyes, his gloomy face contained a faint anger, "We didn't come this time to defeat you, we just wanted to test your strength." After all, you're the highest scorer in the Valley of Trials, and you'll have to show your face at next month's freshman show. ”

Luo Qingyin frowned slightly: "What does it have to do with you if you don't show your face?" ”

Gu Feiying said patiently: "You probably don't know what the situation of our new students is like this year. The old students practiced and bullied the new students, including Zhan Zheng, and they all suffered a lot. The freshman exhibition is the best time for new students to fight back, and I just want to make sure that we can be comrades when the time comes. ”

Luo Qingyin smiled noncommittally.

Regarding the freshman exhibition, she had already inquired with Hao Baoer.

The essence of the new student exhibition is that the new students will compete against the top three students according to the display.

If the old students win a big victory, the new students will probably have to live under the oppression of the old students this year.

If a new student can stand out, he or she will be able to raise his eyebrows immediately.

It seems that Lone Feiying is very confident in himself.

Su Feicui had always regarded Gu Feiying's words as a holy decree, but when she saw Luo Qingyin smiling and not answering, she said indignantly: "What are you laughing at?" He invited you to give you face, what is your attitude? ”

Luo Qingyin covered his mouth and yawned: "I'm busy, I don't have time to play with you." ”

What is it? Dare to be presumptuous in front of Lone Feiying?

Su Feicui suddenly changed color: "Toast and don't eat and drink!" ”

The white jade flute in Su Feicui's hand broke through the air, and with a "woo", the invisible sound wave approached Luo Qingyin's face like sword light.

Luo Qingyin was about to fight back, when a low and magnetic chuckle suddenly came from the quiet night: "Who is spreading wild in the Formation Pavilion?" ”

Then, Zi Yunchen's figure fell in front of Luo Qingyin, the corners of his lips hooked up a wicked and crazy smile, and as soon as his sleeves were raised, the sound wave deviated from the direction and hit the door heavily, drawing a deep mark.

Mao Dun Literature