Jing Xiaoyang took the exam paper and carried it on his back, jumped up, turned into a big gecko, and quietly stuck to the wall.

Mowgli stared at her for a moment, not knowing what to say for a while.

He had long known that Jing Xiaoyang was a gecko life, but at that time, Jing Xiaoyang was only in the middle level of the Zhuang Realm, and he would not be deformed at all. He just used the Yi needle to help her dredge the meridians, and used a large amount of Guiyuan Dan to help her Peiyuan, and forcibly promoted her to the fierce realm, with the ability to transform.

This is the first time she has been transformed. Watching a lively and cute little girl turn into an ugly gecko, even if it is a gecko that is one size bigger than an ordinary gecko, he still feels amazing.

She is like an inconspicuous nail, and the green sac containing the exam paper hangs from this nail.

Seeing Wuji looking at her, Jing Xiaoyang stuck out his tongue embarrassedly, and then quietly climbed out of the back window of the test room. It was the middle of the night, and she was very careful, although the green sac was a little in the way, she still slipped out unnoticed, without causing a commotion.

Wuji waited for a while, and estimated that Jing Xiaoyang was about to arrive at the place where the papers were handed in, so he pushed open the door of the examination house, ran away, and shouted at the same time: "Yangyang, run!"

Before the words fell, a test room in front of the left suddenly opened, and a candidate walked out of it with a paper and an examination basket, and collided with Wuji, "Boom", both of them fell to the ground, and the things in their hands were scattered on the ground.

Without waiting for Wuji to react, the candidate pounced and hit him with his fists, and scolded in his mouth at the same time: "Untouchable, you don't have long eyes when you walk, you hit the master, you ruined the master's exam papers, you compensate me!"

Wuji held his head in his hands and shouted loudly: "You are talking nonsense, obviously you hit me and ruined my exam papers, you compensate me!" He got up from the ground and rushed towards the candidate, slamming his head against the candidate's door.

The candidate went all out and punched Wuji twice, thinking that these two punches would be able to bring Wuji to the end, or at least to knock him to the ground. didn't think that Wuji had nothing to do, but instead hit him head-on, right on his face, and suddenly his eyes were black, and his nose was sore and painful. Tears flowed, and all doubts flew out of the clouds.

"Oh, my mother—" he screamed, holding his face, and crouched on the ground.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to roll into a ball, Wuji stretched out his hand and put it on this person's neck, his mind was like a needle, instantly invading his sea of knowledge, and sealing several big points such as Baihui in one breath. Then he snatched the roll he had fallen to the ground, got up as soon as he got up, and ran away.

The examinee only felt a numbness in the back of his neck and a weakness in his body. He fell to the ground like a child, screaming and kicking.

Wuji didn't run two steps, and a figure crossed in front of him. blocked his way.

It was a young man in his thirties, tall and with a fierce expression. But. His eyes were not sharp at all, on the contrary, he couldn't laugh or cry. His gaze crossed Wuji's shoulder, looked at the companion who fell to the ground and screamed not far away, and scolded with a smile: "San'er, there's no need to play so hard, it's over." ”

But the man ignored him, but just lay on the ground, screaming hoarsely, as if he had been greatly wronged.

Wuji laughed lightly: "Lion Xie Qi?"

The young man was stunned, and his eyes suddenly tightened: "You know me?"

"Hehe, there are very few lion lives who have stepped into the sixth order of the Xuan Realm at the age of thirty in Xianyang. I just can't imagine that you, a lion, don't do it, but act as a dog for people, and do this kind of unsightly thing. ”

"Don't talk too much, look at the knife!" Xie Qi was a little annoyed, reached out and took a steel knife from the hand of the attendant who rushed over, and slashed it on the head.

In an instant, the sword wind shook, and the dust rose so loudly that Wuji could barely open his eyes. The caucus on both sides was forced by the sword wind, making a creaking sound, and it seemed that it was about to collapse at any moment.

Mowgli couldn't help but be shocked. This Xie Qi is really powerful, even if he doesn't transform, just using a knife, he is enough to be among the masters.

After learning that there were three Xuanjing Sixth-Order masters, he began to prepare and learned some information from Jing Xiaoyang's mouth. Among them is the male lion Xie Qi in front of him.

The lion Xie Qi is the best among the younger generation of the Xie family. Whether the Xie family can take a step forward in the future basically depends on what kind of achievements Xie Qi can achieve. It can be said that the lion Xie Qi is the future of the Xie family.

With such a person, presumably the Xie family will not sit idly by and watch him become a waste.

If you want to pass the exam and enter the Heavenly Academy, Wuji must take him.

Facing such a strong opponent, Wuji only had one chance, and that was when Xie Qi didn't know his details at all. If the two of them fought together, with Xie Qi's rich combat experience, it was basically impossible to leave him with many opportunities for a sneak attack.

Therefore, even though Xie Qi's sword wind was strong, beyond Wuji's expectations, Wuji still met it, and he didn't even make a move to dodge.

"When!" Xie Qi's knife was impartial and accurately slashed at Wuji's head. If it weren't for a glimmer of light that turned Xie Qi's knife strength into invisible, Xie Qi's knife would probably cut Wuji in half, and it was a perfectly symmetrical halve.

It's a pity that the glimmer of light that suddenly flashed and disappeared suddenly wiped out all of Xie Qi's plans. His knife stopped at the door of Mowgli's head, but he could no longer move forward. He was stunned for a moment, and for a moment, he was a little suspicious of his eyes.

At the same time, Mowgli's palm passed through his empty door and was precisely imprinted on his giant acupoint.

A thought penetrated through his body and immediately sealed Xie Qi's veins.

Before Xie Qi could figure out why he couldn't kill Wuji with all his might, a strong feeling of vomiting came up. He raised his eyebrows, took two steps back, held the ground with a knife in one hand, covered his chest with the other, bent down, and retched.

"Vomit...... ...... vomit"

Wuji withdrew his palm and walked past Xie Qi with a smile, not forgetting to make fun of Xie Qi. "What does this mean, joy?"

"You ......" Xie Qi was furious, and he raised his knife to slash, but before the knife was raised, he couldn't suppress his strong nausea, and bent his body again. "Vomit...... vomited ......" but couldn't vomit anything, so that his face turned blue and tears flowed for a long time.

"Hey, you ......" footsteps sounded, and another middle-aged man flew to arrive, seeing one of his two companions falling to the ground and splashing, and the other retching, but no one stopped stopping the target Wuji. I couldn't help but be shocked. "You ...... What's going on?"

"They're waiting for you. Mowgli laughed, turned around and ran.

The middle-aged man was furious, and he didn't care about asking about his companion's situation, so he jumped up and slammed his palm on Wuji's back.

Wuji "sighs", was hit by his palm, fell to the ground, and the roll in his hand flew out, and even the wooden box in his arms fell out, rolling out on the ground. He crawled over. Reach for the box and yell.

"Robbery, come on, robbery......"

The middle-aged man hit the target with one palm, but failed to hurt Wuji, but Wuji instead shouted and couldn't help but be surprised. He looked at his palm suspiciously, strode towards Mowgli, and slammed his palm on Mowgli's back again.

Mowgli "plopped". Lying on the ground, his head tilted, and he didn't move. The middle-aged man was not at ease, and slapped two palms in a row. There is no taboo in the palm of the hand. The palm power was so strong that even the ground on Wuji's body shook for it, but Wuji was motionless.

The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief. He walked past Mowgli and bent down to pick up the rolls that had fallen to the ground. With a rub of his hands, the rolls wrapped in green sacs suddenly turned into pieces and flew down like butterflies.

"You're so ruthless!" Mowgli slowly got up from the ground. With his hands on the ground, he looked at the middle-aged man viciously.

The middle-aged man turned around and met Wuji's angry gaze, his eyes flashing with intense doubt.

"Don't blame me, you can only blame you for offending people who shouldn't be offended. ”

"You mean General Yingyang's Mansion, right?"

The middle-aged man sneered and said nothing. Even with the victory in hand, he still maintained enough vigilance. He stared at Wuji and looked up and down: "You slapped me four times, and you are still not dead?"

"It seems that General Eagle Yang did not tell you everything. Mowgli slowly got up and dusted off the dust and scraps of paper. "Are you a little disappointed that you didn't kill me?"

The middle-aged man slowly turned around, raised his palms, and was fully guarded. "Ruined your exam papers, and the mission is done. ”

"My exam papers?" Wuji sneered: "It's already been handed in at the moment, how can you destroy it?"

The middle-aged man's eyes tightened, and he looked at the fragment of the green sac on the ground. Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps behind his ears, and he hurriedly turned sideways to avoid it, only to see Jing Xiaoyang rushing over, and shouted: "Look at the knife!" As soon as his arm was raised, he waved his hand, and a little cold light shot out.

The middle-aged man sneered, did not avoid it, closed his palms, and sandwiched the cold star between his palms.

"Insect Carving Trick ......"

Before he could finish speaking, a cold light flashed in front of his eyes. He had no choice but to tilt his neck back. A fingernail-sized blade passed in front of his eyes, cutting the bridge of his nose, and a little bead of blood flew past his eyes, and he involuntarily closed his eyes.

At this moment, the Mowgli Fish, who was two feet away from him, jumped up, slapped his chest lightly with his palm, and then fell to the ground, rolled over, and shouted again. "Robbery, come on, someone robs......"

Jing Xiaoyang ran to him, bent down to pick him up, and said urgently: "Master, how are you?"

"Hurry up and call the police. Wuji shook the wooden box in his hand and shouted exaggeratedly: "They robbed me of my Guiyuan Dan, a whole box of Guiyuan Dan." Hurry up and call the police......"

The middle-aged man staggered a few steps, leaning against the wall with one hand and stroking his chest with the other. He had just been slapped by Wuji, but there was no pain. Just when he was relieved, he felt something strange, touched it, and took out a medicinal pill from the placket on his chest.

He looked at the pill in his hand, puzzled. What is this thing and where did it come from?

When he heard Wuji's cry clearly, his face suddenly became extremely complicated.

In the midst of Wuji's crying, a chaotic sound of footsteps sounded, and dozens of armor soldiers with weapons in their hands swarmed to surround Wuji and the others in the center. The national teacher of Tianrong Academy, Meng Zili, came out of the crowd, glanced at the scene majestically, and shouted: "What's the matter?"

Wuji gave Jing Xiaoyang a look, then tilted his head and fainted.

Jing Xiaoyang understood, hugged Wuji, and walked to Meng Ziwei on his knees, crying silently. "National teacher, in broad daylight, Lang Lang Qiankun, they openly committed murder, not only robbed my master's Guiyuan Dan, but also injured my master. National teacher, you have to be the master of my family. ”

Wuji listened and sighed. This girl can't even tell a lie, she learned it all from storytelling. Is it the middle of the night?

(To be continued......)