Song Yihe doesn't know these things for the time being.

In the book pavilion, the jade is as vast as a sea of smoke, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a library pavilion.

The girl sat at the desk and sighed, and the summons Yu Jian was also taken away, and no one could be contacted.

She remembered her partner in her heart, and she couldn't calm down to copy books.

I always stumble and start going crazy every few days.

"The phoenix fire branch is not the wind and fire branch, the phoenix fire branch is snail blue, the wind and fire branch is oil blue, help, why is it so similar, and I copied the wrong one."

Song Yihe threw aside the brush that had been forked, and lay down in a large font, the countless jade slips above his head exuded a little light, and it felt like he was in a vast sea of books-

It's dizzying.

Song Yihe fell asleep unconsciously again, this broken book made her want to vomit, and even put down her cultivation temporarily.

When she woke up again, the night was dark, and it was already the second half of the night.

If you can't go on like this, you still have to sneak out and have a look.

"How do I get out?" Song Yihe walked back and forth at the gate, and an enchantment was specially set up for her here, and she was not allowed to enter or leave.

She was so upset that she accidentally kicked a pebble.

The stones rolled and rolled, slowly rolling out of the barrier.

Song Yihe's eyes widened, could it be that the enchantment disappeared?

She rushed out with her head down, and was violently bounced back by the enchantment that appeared again, and sat on the ground with her ass, grinning in pain.

It hasn't disappeared, so why can the pebbles get out?

Is it true that the living creatures are not allowed to go out?

Song Yihe's eyes rolled, and he tentatively threw a shoe out.

Hey, that's true.

Then that's it!

"Xiao Lang, can you make Dilongding move by itself?" Song Yihe asked.

If this piece was a slope, she would have just drilled into the tripod and rolled out, but unfortunately it was a flat land.

"Oh, if you have something to do, Lord Xiaolang, you can lock people in the door of inheritance if you have nothing to do, right?" Little White Strip wasn't too happy.

"Oh, isn't this the immortal cultivation world where there are many people with many eyes, and the big guys are walking everywhere, I'm afraid that you will be snatched away, think about it, you are so powerful, how can I live without you?"

Xiao Lang was coaxed, and it raised its dragon beard nobly, making itself look more majestic, "Say, what do you want Lord Ben to do." ”

"This barrier will not allow the living to pass, I will get into the ding, hide my breath and sneak out."

"Small." The snow-white earth dragon cloak the person in, then turn it back and close the lid with a clatter, and get out with a grunt.

……

"Hurry up, I heard that there is a good show in the Faxiu Branch today."

"What's the show?"

"The young master of the Feng family plays the play of beauties in public, do you want to watch it?"

Song Yihe sat on the back of the crane and heard the sound of other disciples talking from the clouds from a distance, thought for a moment, and then went to the Dharma Cultivation Branch.

There is always a bad premonition, so it's better to go and feel at ease.

Xianhe Lake.

Yin Zhi stood by the lake in a white dress, perfectly blending into the group of cranes.

The lake here is clear and full of aura, and it is the favorite place for the cranes to stay on weekdays.

Maybe it's because Yin Zhi has a soft temperament, and there is no trace of aggression in the whole person, and after class, she actually gets a different look from this group of uncles, and allows her to occasionally come to jerk herself for nothing.

It's a pity that this peace has been shattered today.

Feng Deng took someone with a spiritual power to hit him, directly causing Yin Zhi to fall into the water.

The sound of falling water was huge, and the laughter of the crowd was even more piercing, frightening the combed cranes and flying away.

"You see, doesn't she look like a duck in the water?" Feng Deng's spiritual power was one after another, and he also carried the spiritual pressure of the peak of foundation building, and every time Yin Zhi was about to climb up, he knocked her down.

"Wasn't she originally your duck, young master?" A male cultivator squinted his eyes and whispered.

He is a child of the Feng family, and his relatives are now being appointed by the Feng family, as long as this young master is coaxed, it will be a matter of time before he is recruited by the family.

"Hahaha, good answer, reward." Feng Deng casually threw him a bottle of elixir, which was something that could not be exchanged for ten years of contribution points by cultivating himself.

Some of the onlookers watched from the sidelines, and some were eager to join, but more of them still felt unbelievable.

Most of them here are freshman disciples, and they want to stay in Liuren Academy desperately, not only because of the abundant resources for cultivating immortals here, but also because of their yearning for the family.

What an honor it would be to be chosen by such a god-like family to do things for it.

But now, they imagined that it should be a beautiful day, and the young master of the family like a fairy was bullying a weak person in public.

Song Yihe pushed aside the crowd and saw such a picture.

The little girl, who has always been as weak as a willow and soft-spoken, was pressed into the lake over and over again, soaking wet, and described as embarrassed, but her eyes were stubborn and she didn't say a word.

Feng Deng didn't let her go ashore, so she soaked in the water.

Song Yihe suddenly exploded, and the whole person was immersed in a sense of anger when he saw the domestic cat being bullied by the wild dogs outside, and flew up and kicked the wild dogs in the water on the spot.

"Who? Who would dare to kick me? Feng Deng shouted.

"Your ancestor!" Song Yihe smiled at the person, grabbed his hair, and pressed the person into the water again, "You like to drink water, right?" Lao Tzu let you drink enough! ”

"I thought... Grunt... You're ready to... Grunt... When the eighth king of ten thousand years..."Feng Deng said stiffly while drinking water.

Song Yihe smiled even more happily: "What? Do you expect me to send your family away? ”

This is said in a high-profile manner, in other words, it is a blatant provocation of the Feng family.

You must know that this is the Fa Cultivation Branch, to put it another way, this is the Feng Family Courtyard!

If it was just a fight with Feng Deng, it could be said to be a contradiction between disciples, but as soon as this sentence came out, the nature of the matter was completely different.

As one of the six great families, the Feng family would never allow this kind of thing to happen.

Sure enough, dozens of Feng family disciples present shot at Song Yihe at the same time, and other disciples who wanted to befriend the Feng family and still admired the family watched on the spot, and the rest of them ran away in an instant if they didn't want to set themselves on fire.

Yin Zhi finally climbed onto the shore and saw Song Yihe's figure, and the little girl, who was so strong just now, suddenly burst into tears with grievance, sobbing and pinching the corners of her clothes.

Song Yihe touched her head and put on a piece of clothing, "It's okay, don't be afraid." ”

After speaking, she took out the earth dragon tripod and smashed it with her backhand.

It's just a group of Fa cultivators, and in front of my body cultivators, they are all crispy.

The extremely strong body that was tempered by the Dragon Marrow Pill was not afraid of the drizzle-like spiritual pressure at all, Song Yihe took the tripod, and instead of retreating but advancing between the left and right, he instantly stunned the two.

The rest of the people noticed her strangeness and immediately pulled away, intending to consume her in the air.

It turned out that this girl rushed over in a daze, her speed was amazing, and she collided head-on with the attack of the magic circle, and hid in her Ding, which was big and small, and her playing style was a scoundrel.

Someone muttered, "Where did this weirdo come from?" ”

As soon as the words fell, Song Yihe slapped his palm, and this person felt as if his chest was pressed down by a big mountain, and he spat blood and flew out, and he was immediately unconscious.

(End of chapter)