It happened to be a Saturday, so there was no class.

The students of the college are very relaxed and able to enjoy the holidays without worries.

Three-seven-hundred-one bedroom.

Gao Fei, who has the titles of "martial idiot" and "sword idiot", had no accident, and got up early in the morning, so he ran out and didn't know where to go to practice swordsmanship by himself.

Ten years of such diligence and hard work, never give yourself half a day of leisure time, even on holidays still practice non-stop.

Either they are cultivating, or they are on the way to cultivate.

Ah Fei went out early, but Ah Xing hadn't gotten up yet.

It was almost noon, and Ji Xingchen, who was fat and fat, was still lying comfortably on the reinforced bed, sleeping soundly.

The sound of snoring is tantamount to thunder!

Thinking about it, it is understandable that this big fat man surnamed Ji is from the Great Dragon Clan of Shenlong Continent, and his real body is a red dragon.

Then the sound of snoring at this time can probably be equated with "dragon roar".

The rest of the roommates had already adapted to the dragon yin, but Ling Zhen, as a new bedtimer, spent the whole night last night, but he couldn't fully adapt to it.

Although the yin spirit is out of the body, the physical body can easily enter the state of sleep, but occasionally, it will still be awakened by Ah Xing's snoring.

Then it takes a lot of effort to continue falling asleep.

Several times in a row, it is rare to have peace throughout the night.

There is a dragon living in the house, and if you want to sleep soundly, I'm afraid it's not so easy.

Fortunately, Ling Zhen had already honed his strong adaptability.

Four years of refining and returning to the ruins, three years of penance in the mountain villa, all kinds of hardships and ups and downs in the past have been overcome.

Such a trivial matter is naturally insignificant, and I don't care about it at all.

As long as there is no class that day, then Ji Xingchen's habit is to stay up until the early hours of the morning before going to sleep, sleep directly until noon the next day, and wake up naturally, and after waking up, go directly to the cafeteria to eat.

Just eat, he prefers to say "dry rice".

It's not the one who has little water, but the one who works hard.

Or, it can be understood as the dry word for fighting.

Ah Xing's food is at least ten times that of Pan Jian, an elf boy of the Hundred Flowers Clan, and sometimes the food in the canteen is slightly better, and he can be "dried" to twenty times at once.

Of course, noodles are fine as a staple food, but he still prefers dry rice.

Every time he went to the cafeteria, others said that he would fight a few taels or taels, but he told his aunt that he would work a few catties.

There was even a time when the fat man was so hungry that he simply told his aunt that he wanted half a pot!

The aunt who was in charge of serving food to the students in the cafeteria was shocked at the time, and couldn't help but joke, do you want to give you a whole pot of rice?

As a result, Ji Xingchen smiled innocently, how kind of embarrassment did he say?

He was very honest in his hand, and he really took the whole bucket of rice.

In the stunned and shocked eyes of the other students, they swaggered with the bucket of rice and found a seat to sit down and eat.

The cafeteria is plastered with slogans that value food, and sometimes there are special personnel to check on students' waste, and a few unlucky people have been punished after being caught to set an example.

This kind of thing will never be his turn on Ji Xingchen's head.

Because as long as he is a star cooking, there will be no leftovers.

Including that time when he held the rice bucket and stuffed wildly on the seat.

I can go back to the bottom, and I can eat clean every time, and I don't leave half a penny!

With this belly, Yang Haojie ridiculed him more than once.

If he was born in a family of ordinary people who did not have much money, or that kind of small rich family, within a few years, all the family resources would have to be "done" for him.

Yang Haojie said at the time, fortunately, you are the crown prince of the royal family, otherwise most of these days would have been ruined in vain.

And Pan Jian, after eating at the same table with him once, fell into a psychological shadow.

You're probably eating a little bigger, too.

As a big dragon clan, it is normal to be able to eat, and it must be much more able to eat than the human race and the Baihua clan.

Pan Jian frowned and commented at that moment, but you are a little too much, you are gluttonous.

If I hadn't known you, I would have thought you were going to treat me as a dish and dry my mouth!

Ji Xingchen, as one of the "two Hans" of 3701, couldn't hear anything to say, and once thought that the other party was praising himself.

This season, surnamed Fat, who is the prince of a country, is also very happy to be praised for his good appetite.

As the saying goes, the mouth eats all directions.

In the future, if you want to be the emperor, this belly should be larger.

The person of the small instrument is embarrassed!

Ah Fei went out of the door, and Ah Xing was still asleep in his dream.

Ling Zhen, who hadn't slept well all night, sat cross-legged on the bed alone, closing his eyes and recuperating while slowly regulating his internal qi and practicing some exercises that required the help of Zhou Tian's true power.

Pan Jian, who has always been very delicate and likes to live an orderly life, has already sorted out his own desktop very cleanly, and placed the items in various positions in an orderly manner.

When it was done, looking at the neat and unusually neat table, Pan Shao, who was satisfied with obsessive-compulsive disorder and was in a good mood, took out a small bottle of the best perfume brewed from nectar from the cabinet and sprayed it on the countertop a little.

Immediately, a fragrance wafted out.

Cultivating sentiment and intoxicating people's hearts.

After spraying the fragrance, Pan Jian suddenly found that the few small flowers in the porcelain vase were not placed beautifully.

Proficient in illustration skills, he began to fiddle with the flowers in the vase again, immersed in his own world contentedly, like a girl who loves beauty.

Yang Haojie finished taking a shower early in the morning, but he was not in a hurry to put on his clothes, standing on the balcony, practicing small sword moves while showing off his figure.

The only son of Vice Principal Yang Jie, although he is the second-to-last in the dormitory, his well-defined tendon meat can be described as the best one.

In terms of abdominal muscles alone, even Gao Fei and Ling Zhen are not as clear as him, each piece is neat, not big or small, as if carved out with a knife!

This guy has been standing on the balcony to practice swords since he took a bath.

Naturally, the drunkard does not mean to drink.

It is not important to practice swords at all, the important thing is to let those girls in Building No. 4 opposite be able to see the beautiful muscles of their bodies.

In this way, he will further enhance his popularity and attractiveness in the circle of the opposite sex, so that more girls can become their "little treasures".

Favor from female friars.

For Yang Shao, the more the merrier!

At that moment, he placed his sword diagonally beside the railing, put his arm on the guardrail of the rooftop, and chatted with a girl in Building No. 4 not far away.

We chatted for a long time.

Although Ling Zhen was "meditating" cross-legged, he was not settled, so that he could hear some of Yang Haojie's voice slightly.

It's not really true to hear it intermittently, but as long as you hear it a little clearly.

Then this sentence is undoubtedly extremely improper.

From this, it can also be inferred that the girl opposite who chatted with Yang Shao warmly would not be such a serious person nine times out of ten!

When Ling Zhen was meditating on Qi refining, the door creaked open, and the footsteps of someone entering the house were heard.

Pan Jian, who was sitting in his seat, thought that Gao Fei was back, so he said without looking back: "Ah Fei, why did you finish practicing so quickly today?" Would you like to go to the cafeteria to eat together later? ”

Seeing that no one was talking, Pan Jian realized that the person who entered the room should not be Gao Fei, so he leaned his head over to look.

But near the door of the house.

There was an old man in a green shirt with a blue sword on his back and white hair like snow.

"You ......"

Pan Jian had never seen even one side of Yu Youcong.

I didn't be able to witness the battle of asking the master of Sword Island, so I couldn't recognize the old man in green shirt in front of him.

Yang Haojie, who was chatting with his sister in Building 4 on the balcony, heard the footsteps of someone coming in, so he turned around to look.

With just one glance, he recognized who this sudden old man with a sword on his back was.

Except for Yu Youcong, one of the top ten masters of the human race, who else could it be?!

Although I also failed to see the battle between the Fish Sword God and Zhuge Emperor, it was on the top of the dragon boat in the South China Sea.

There is Yang Haojie, a yellow-clothed boy protected by his bodyguard Wang He An, who is really witnessing the heroic feat of the old sword god being alone and pointing at the top ten top powerhouses on the island.

Face the eight Infinite Realms and the two Great Dao Realms.

A person asked the top ten people of Jiantong Tiandao.

The Zhuge "Great Emperor", who can make the supreme human race, combine the yang god and the yin god, and use ninety percent of the power of the true body of the flesh to fight......

Yu Youcong, although defeated, is still glorious, worthy of the word "sword god"!

Yang Haojie immediately left the beautiful girl opposite, stepped forward hurriedly, hugged his fists and saluted Yu Youcong, who was in a green shirt with a sword, and said: "The younger generation has seen the fish sword god!" ”

Yu Youcong ignored this, glanced at the boy in yellow briefly, and casually said "um".

Then he shifted his gaze and looked at the young man in the green robe who was in a hurry at this time, and only then did he take care of sorting out his clothes, and hurriedly left the bed, and could stand up straight.

After Ling Zhen finished his clothes, he looked at the sword god fish Youcong, who he hadn't seen for a day.

The young man had just come out of his meditative state, and he didn't know what to say for a while, so he asked in a daze, "Are you okay, old man?" ”

Sure enough, he said the wrong thing.

As soon as these words came out, Yu Youcong raised his hand and smashed a "sugar-fried chestnut" on Ling Zhen's skull.

The sound was very loud and crisp.

So much so that both Yang Haojie and Pan Jian felt a burst of pain.

Even outsiders look at it, Ling Zhen, who was beaten, can it not hurt?

It must be very painful.

So the young man in the green robe covered the place where his head was knocked, and he grinned in pain.

Ji Xingchen, who was called Ah Xing by his roommate, was still asleep, snoring loudly.

As a result, Yu Youcong kicked his stomach with his foot.

The fat man, who was like a mountain of meat, immediately cried out in pain, and after a "whoosh" voice, he sat up from the bed.

Ji Xingchen, who was sweating profusely due to severe abdominal pain, woke up and wanted to shout "Who are you", but he was deterred by the terrifying aura emanating from the old man in green shirts.

He was so frightened that he couldn't speak.

trembling, curled up into a mass of meat on the bed.

kicked Ji Xingchen, who was snoring very loudly, awakened with one kick, Yu Youcong's expression calmed down a little, his brows were no longer wrinkled, and he said, "It's finally quiet, it's noisy old man." What do you eat on weekdays, how fat you raise for yourself, it's disgusting to watch, and it's no different from a pig! ”

Ah Xing, who was so insulted to his image, had a lot of anger in his heart, because of his fear of the old sword god, he had to forcibly suppress the anger in his heart.

Dare to be angry but dare not speak.

Yu Youcong quickly glanced at Pan Jian, who didn't greet him, and the old man also had a prejudice against this elf boy from Wanhui Continent, and scolded: "Where are you a freak?" It's so short, it's like a dwarf, and its ears are so long, like a rabbit! Hmph, a pig, a rabbit, your broken dormitory, could it be that the zoo has remodeled it? ”

Pan Jian was insulted like this in person, of course, he was very unhappy, his heart was full of resentment, and he couldn't wait to sacrifice his natal sword to fight with him on the spot.

But even if the old sword god didn't draw his sword, he just fought over there.

That awe-inspiring sword dao spirit was enough to make ordinary sword cultivators lose even the courage to use the natal sword!

He also only dared to have anger in his belly, and categorically did not dare to really attack the old sword god of Yu for half a point.

Because "instinct" was telling him that if he dared to act disobediently at this time, his life would be instantaneous.

You can't survive!

Ling Zhen, who had a chestnut on his skull, was still rubbing his head, and asked with a sense of grief while rubbing it: "Senior, what did I say wrong?" ”

Yu Youcong snorted with his nose and scolded, "Stupid, the old man is clearly standing here, there are no missing arms or legs, you kid is good, come up and ask me if there is anything wrong...... Do you think the old man seems to be a person who can do anything? ”

Ling Zhen scolded the white-haired old man surnamed Yu in his stomach, but he only complained slightly, "Don't I care about my seniors, how can I even be wrong to care about it, and I have to be beaten?" ”

Yu Youcong's face was not very good-looking, "The old man needs your surname Ling to care?" Do you want to be beaten again? ”

Ling Zhen obediently closed his mouth at this time.

Yu Youcong was silent for a while, "Old man knows, what you really want to know about is the battle between me and that Zhuge Jielu, right?" ”

Ling Zhen nodded cautiously.

Yu Youcong pursed his lips and sighed softly, "Lost, there is no way to do it, the combat power of the Terran Emperor is really worthy of his reputation, and the old man can't beat him...... People live for a lifetime, there is always a time to lose, I didn't rob your father when I robbed a woman, and now I asked Jian Zhuge to tie up, and even the way of the sword was defeated, so I had to be convinced! ”

Facing the old sword god in green shirts who generously admitted his defeat, Ling Zhen, who was silent, was speechless, but he didn't feel good in his heart.

Defeated Guanbi, won Yingchun, almost abolished the avenue of Duanmuding, the three continents of Megatron Hanlan, Frost Cold, and Wanhui, and the sword picked up Tiandao......

Majestic and invincible.

The attainments in kendo are already the "sword gods" Yu Youcong, and there are times when he admits his defeat in person.

Heroes also have a time to fall.

In the world of life, how can you always maintain an "undefeated"?

Seeing that Ling Zhen didn't speak, Yu Youcong coughed deliberately and continued: "That Zhuge Jielu has lived for more than a thousand years, and only then did he win the old man, there is nothing to be proud of, and my defeat in this battle is not too embarrassing." Besides, if you go all out and have to separate yourself from life and death, then the old man is sure that he can at least cut off one of his Yin or Yang gods! Even if it is the true body of the body where the internal force reserve is located, most of it will be extremely depleted, in short, it will have to pay an extremely high price, and even take the risk of the natal primordial god being completely destroyed by me, so that it is possible to completely kill ......."

Yu Youcong said as he spoke, his face was serious, and he didn't say any more.

How come these words, the more I listen to them, the more like a defeated general is talking quickly here, in a vain attempt to get back what little face he has left?

Fuck.

What the old man said was the truth.

You can't let these boys look down!

Yu Youcong snorted again, changed the topic, and said to Ling Zhen: "This bedroom is a little tattered, but it can barely live, just here to sharpen your kid's rich spirit!" This academy is okay, just now the old man walked around the island, and the situation is also very good, you will practice here in the future, follow those teachers, and learn some skills systematically. Although no one is perfect, you must try to keep yourself from flaws and weaknesses, otherwise you will encounter a strong enemy with a good mind in the future, and you will be easily targeted, and you will be doomed to a miserable death. ”

As he spoke, the green-shirted old sword god took out a colorful and strange air mass from his sleeve.

Ling Zhen recognized it.

It is the "Realm of Ten Thousand Swords" that contains countless strands of murderous flying swords.

Yu Youcong held this group of colorful and lingering sword qi in his hand, and said: "The old man is about to leave the island, and I don't know what year it will be when we meet next time, remember to practice diligently, don't be lazy!" There is also the fact that the type of water dragon chant that the Qinglong Sword Immortal gave you is certainly not small, but it cannot be abused, it is easy to wear out the spirit too much, and it will damage the sword heart...... Hmph, the fastest people in this world are those arrogant people! ”

Ling Zhen nodded heavily, "The seniors told me today, and the juniors must keep it in mind and never forget it!" ”

The old sword god reluctantly recognized the "um", stretched out his hand and handed out the ball of colorful qi, "This 'sword realm', it is useless to put it next to the old man, so I will give it to you kid, in addition to cultivating in it in the future, you can also detain the enemy's soul primordial god and even the natal sword in it and refine it for your own use." ”

Ling Zhen took the gaseous treasure that was full of fantasy sword qi and could be regarded as a certain formation, grinned, and said loudly: "Thank you for the generosity of the senior Yu, the junior has loved this thing for a long time!" ”

Yu Youcong tugged at the corners of his mouth and smiled, "If you concentrate on cultivating on this island, according to the old man's calculations, in about two years or so, you will be able to become the first person in the realm of the void in a thousand years, the strongest third-order cultivator who has never been seen before or since!" When that time comes, you can rest assured that you will be able to enter the fourth realm. ”

Ling Zhen bowed his head and was silent, as if he was thinking about something.

The old man patted the shoulder of the young man in the green robe, "Boy, I know that although the pressure is extremely difficult, the effect must also be there. You are now at the peak of the virtual realm, and when you reach the fourth-order Danyuan realm, you will almost be in the same realm, and you will not encounter any opponents, and below the fourth-order, it is even more difficult to be your one-in-one enemy, and if you take out the sword, you can be truly invincible! When that time comes, you have to go to the Frost Continent to do something, whether you can do it or not, at least it will be difficult to be easily killed. ”

Ling Zhen seemed to be awakened to his thoughts, his eyes emitted a light of perseverance, at this moment, he raised his head to look at Yu Youcong, and said in a loud voice: "Thank you for the guidance of the seniors, the juniors will definitely try their best to stabilize the realm, constantly strengthen the foundation of the third-order virtual realm, and strive to achieve the strongest Dan Yuan in history as soon as possible, and break through to the fourth-order realm!" ”

Yu Youcong's face was pleased, and he glanced at the young man's face that was very similar to Yao Ying's facial features, and showed a rare smile.

Then he turned around and walked out of the door, leaving only the back of the green shirt and white hair, the sword hanging behind him, and the sentence "no need to send it".

After Ling Zhenzuo said goodbye to the old sword god in green shirts.

Not long after, another young man, with vigorous steps, walked into the bedroom of 3701 in a dignified manner.

It's not a white-clothed sword that cultivates high flying.

The man had a sword at his waist.

A long robe, black in color!