On campus,

It was empty and quiet.

From time to time, the yellow leaves are blown onto the road, and then blown away, spreading out sporadically.

Occasionally, teachers and classmates walked by, and they were all in a hurry, and they looked like they had something to deal with.

On the basketball court, several classmates were playing basketball, and several couples were snuggling up to each other on the football field, and laughter came out from time to time.

Jiang Ding subconsciously launched the small breathing technique, passed by them, and walked out of the campus.

"What the hell!"

Immediately startled by the crowd.

Outside the school gate, there were many people, and they circled and circled, and finally a few security guards divided a few paths with a human wall for people to enter and exit.

Many people are holding banners and honor plates, which is no different from the star-chasing scene.

"The champion of the two disciplines of Xianmen!"

"Dainichi Kenko!"

"The future Yuanying Zhenjun!"

There are all kinds of writing, and many people are still shouting feverishly, which is even more exaggerated than the concert scene of the top stars, and it lasted for at least three days.

Lin Wanqiu and her uncle Lin Yong, and several people in Jiang Yuan were squeezed to the front, with helpless faces.

It's like Jiang Ding has never seen a living Xianmen Jindan monk.

Many local residents of Rongcheng are also very curious about the future Yuanying Zhenjun, and they want to stop by to take a look when they are not busy, and it is best to take a photo and brag in the circle of friends.

Jiang Ding turned on the optical stealth function of the camouflage suit and passed through the crowd.

It's just ordinary camouflage.

The superb special magic weapon detective camouflage ordered before is still in transit, costing tens of thousands of spirit coins, and it is expected to be delivered in a few days, and the concealment ability will be stronger than in the actual combat simulation.

As long as there is no Jindan monk, or an extremely special foundation building monk, no one should be able to find him who is deliberately hiding.

When they were far away, at a bus stop, Jiang Ding took out his mobile phone to send text messages to his mother and sister.

After a while, the crowd gathered at the school gate dispersed in disappointment.

"Where's my brother? What about small trees? ”

Jiang Yuan walked here curiously, but he didn't see anything, and he didn't feel the legendary feeling of being swept by his gaze.

"Uncle, Mom, why have you waited so long, Mom, don't you go to work?"

Jiang Ding asked casually, and the voice clearly reached the ears of the three of them.

"Ah, where you are......"

Lin Wanqiu was taken aback.

"Here."

Jiang Ding's figure was hazy for a moment and quickly disappeared.

"Ahh Elder brother! ”

Jiang Yuan's eyes lit up, and one flew over, grabbed the transparent figure, touched up and down, and was photographed aside.

"The factory director gave me a holiday, and I didn't have anything to do......"

Lin Wanqiu smiled bitterly.

Waiting for the bus to come, the three of them got on the bus together, swiped their cards four times, and took the bus back home.

Jiang Ding lifted his stealth at this time.

A young man in Tsing Yi, with a handsome appearance, a black sheath and a long sword at his waist, his eyes are as calm as a lake, and there is a faint trace of evil aura left on the battlefield on his body, which makes people dare not look directly.

"This is our family's Great Day Sword! Young Yuanying Zhenjun, it's really like that to look at the pie! ”

Uncle Lin Yong carefully measured up and down for a long time, and then sighed.

"Yuanying Zhenjun ......"

Lin Wanqiu's eyes were in a trance, almost thinking that this was in a fantasy dream.

"Brother!"

Jiang Yuan pounced on it and wound it like an octopus.

"Tree, show me the tree!"

Shout!

A blue flying sword flew out of its sleeve and sat in the middle of the hall, wisps of metal spreading, the tip of the sword turning into roots, and the tail of the sword turning into trunks and branches.

The small blue metal tree appeared in front of everyone's eyes, suspended in the air, only half a meter high, not fully unfolded.

"It's beautiful!"

Jiang Yuan's eyes were full of little stars, and he pulled a leaf hard, and the touch was as warm as jade.

"Be careful!"

Lin Wanqiu couldn't help but say.

She had seen with her own eyes that this little thing had killed more than one Foundation Cultivator, and a little spillover power could pierce the entire building!

"It's okay, it's safe, Jiang Yuan can't do it even if he wants to get hurt."

Jiang Ding comforted.

As his blood-staking magic weapon, the flying sword naturally has a good impression of Jiang Yuan, and will not trigger any vigilance and counterattack.

"But."

Jiang Ding grabbed Jiang Yuan, who was trying to bend a branch, put her in front of him, and said solemnly.

"Remember, other people's magic weapons can't be touched, and if you touch them a little, they will turn into a blood mist and break into countless pieces, understand?"

"Well, got it......"

Jiang Yuan struggled to touch the little tree again.

"Look."

Jiang Ding didn't say much, and rolled up a stainless steel frame chair with innate true qi as a silk thread and placed it on a small blue gold tree.

Airplanes!

With a slight stir of the sword qi, the sturdy chair immediately turned into powder, turning into crumbs and falling down.

"I got it!!"

Jiang Yuan's eyes immediately widened, and his hands trembled a little, he couldn't believe that he had just touched such a terrible thing.

Lin Wanqiu and Lin Yong gasped.

"Where did your flying sword come from? Could it be a legendary adventure?! ”

Lin Yong was amazed.

"Banyan Special Scholarship."

Jiang Ding explained.

"Alas, there are so many benefits to having a high score in ideology and morality, but unfortunately, this teaching will not be, otherwise it is good to tutor Yuanwang."

He sighed.

"We have an idea here, and I'd like to discuss it with you."

Lin Yong is colorful, and he does not make his own decisions because his nephew is young.

"When my grandfather heard the news that you had become the champion of Xianmen, he was so happy that he couldn't sleep for several days, and wanted to hold a big banquet to celebrate, and invited relatives and friends to celebrate."

"You know, the old man has a good face, and he can't wait to stop and show off to others when he passes by, for fear that others won't know that he has a grandson of the champion of the fairy gate."

"In the past few days, I have thought about all the details of the banquet, for fear that it will not be done well."

"If you don't think it's appropriate, I'll go home and persuade him, and dispel his thoughts before the old man sends him an invitation."

Lin Wanqiu looked at Jiang Ding with some weakness.

Sword Cultivation.

Legend has it that it is as cold and hard as ice, the living are not close, there are countless killings, and in his life he is either fighting or walking on the road of fighting, and people are nicknamed sword maniacs.

It's really a bit out of step with holding a banquet to celebrate this kind of thing.

"Okay!"

Jiang Ding showed a happy and longing look.

"I'd love to see my friends and family, too."

Jiang Yuan pouted.

It doesn't look like it at all.

"It's just a little bit."

Jiang Ding's smile converged.

"I can't accept any gift money or gifts, but if I accept them, I will personally return them one by one."

He didn't want to owe others any favors because of a little spirit coin, and he couldn't wipe off his face when he came to the door in the future.

"Don't worry!"

Lin Yong was overjoyed.

"Underestimate my uncle and grandfather, don't we know this little thing? That is, it is a simple celebration and celebration, and everyone is happy. ”

"That's good."

Jiang Ding nodded, and asked another thing: "Mom, do you think Qingfeng University or Beidou University is better?" ”

(End of chapter)