Seven days of school time flew by in a flash.

Jiang Ding did not continue to enter the Misty Spirit Bead to practice his sword, and spent all his time on healing, and the few days were only slightly healed, and his face was still pale.

"It will take another month for the wounds on the soul to heal."

Jiang Ding calculated slightly, took a light breath, and felt the danger of the sword intent fight.

As for hurting the foundation, this is impossible.

The specially refined supreme magic weapon has also been tested layer by layer by the Central Array Spirit Computer, and as long as it is not deliberately killed, it is impossible to damage the foundation.

It's time for class.

An overhead sky fighter returned, lined up neatly, and one by one the light flew in front of the Soul Killing True Monarch, standing with their heads held high like nails, silent.

It was a little late, and everyone else had already arrived, only one person was missing.

It attracted a lot of disgruntled eyes.

The students here are all the top elites of the Xianmen, and the time for scientific research, cultivation, study, and refining the embryos of the Cultivation Magic Weapon is fully arranged.

Even if it's just a few seconds out of thin air, it's enough to make them feel a little worse.

Jiang Ding's sword intent and divine sense swept over, and he also felt this emotion, and reconfirmed the time, still within the prescribed range, and ignored it.

As soon as he turned around, he blended into the position specially reserved for him by Jin Lingfeng and An Siyan, and stood up.

Many male classmates were even more upset when they saw this scene.

"In the operation of the air-space system, it is necessary not only to train, but also to learn, and both must be both."

"You should pay more attention to supplementing your knowledge of military formations after class."

Killing Spirit Zhenjun spent a few seconds to give advice on each student's training comments, and said simply:

"Class."

"Yes!"

Many classmates answered, and were about to disperse when a voice appeared.

"Report!"

A young man with a feminine temperament glanced at Jin Lingfeng and said loudly.

He was a monk in the late stage of foundation building, and he was extremely skilled in the command of military formations, commanding three aerospace battalions to form a large formation like an arm, and his results were among the best among many students.

"Say."

The actions of the True Monarch of the Soul Killer always have the crispness and neatness of a soldier.

"Why doesn't this Jiang Ding participate in the military formation exercises?"

"This is not in line with the rules of the Immortal Gate."

After years of teaching by the Soul Killing True Monarch, the feminine young man also said directly, and his tone was dissatisfied.

The other students paused, looking at each other suspiciously.

Just as Jiang Ding would not deliberately pay attention to the champions of the Xianmen every year after him, these elites of the Xianmen are thirty or forty years old, and the oldest is more than a hundred years old, and they will not know a champion of two subjects in 11127.

There are a lot of such people here.

"Give him a sword."

Killing Spirit True Monarch glanced at Jiang Ding and chose the most efficient way to explain.

"Yes."

Jiang Ding's face was still pale, and he swung out a sword.

Rumble!

Dao Dao magnetic dotted lines are staggered, and a blue flying sword disappears in the air.

"Sword Intent!"

The feminine young man's complexion changed suddenly, he was extremely knowledgeable, and while his body was retreating wildly, eighteen golden spear magic weapon embryos stepped forward to stop him.

Fireballs, wind blades and other overwhelming spells were smashed out immediately, and the body was covered with multiple layers of shields, which were standard and pleasing to the eye, and the tactical literacy was extremely high.

Bite!

The Taiqing Flying Sword appeared, and with one slash, the eighteen golden spear magic weapon embryonic aura collapsed and dimmed, and it flew away.

The speed of the flying sword passed through the many spells without any stop, breaking through the three layers of shields and staying on the throat of the feminine youth.

The feminine young man's body stiffened, and the hand that pinched the law stopped.

"Jindan combat power!"

"Which Immortal Sect are you a spy who infiltrated the Immortal Gate?"

He was horrified.

The other students around looked at Jiang Ding in surprise, and they remembered his appearance in their hearts as if they had re-acquainted themselves with this freshman.

Jiang Ding did not answer his words.

"Huang Yan, do you still have any questions?"

Soul Killer asked.

"Report, no doubts."

Huang Yan said loudly.

"Class."

The figure of the True Monarch of the Soul Killer vanished.

The other students hesitated, did not come forward to talk, and dispersed.

They are all elites of the Xianmen, and they have an arrogance, they can't do other people's things, and they don't need them, their own abilities are enough.

The three left together.

"Why is he hostile to me?"

Jiang Ding Chuanyin asked.

A little bit of killing intent instinctively permeated, suspecting that the other party was colluding with the Xu family.

Although the other students all have slight mood swings, it is normal, and there is nothing strange about human beings having a slight instinctive rejection of different people from themselves.

But that person has a lot more negative emotions.

It seems to be related to the golden bell wind as well.

"Not what you think."

Jin Lingfeng knew him very well, smiled, and said, "It's my previous blind date, my mother thinks I and her friend's son are a good match." ”

"Although I don't like Huang Yan, he is not like Xu Jiannian."

"Then it's just a simple jealousy? The competitive instinct of human males? ”

Jiang Ding hesitated.

He had never encountered anything like this and could not judge whether it was true or false.

"That's how it should be."

An Siyan sneered.

"In that case, it's nothing."

Jiang Ding thought about it, and the killing intent disappeared and disappeared.

When they arrived at the dormitory, the three of them were separated, and they were all separated by more than 20 kilometers, and they lived very closely.

Graduate students did not change dormitories.

Unless it is needed in wartime, Xianmen will not provide students with super-level resources, and even Qingfeng University will only provide top-level resources of this realm.

Unfold the blue and gold tree, close your eyes and breathe for a few days.

After the spirit recovered a little, the figure disappeared.

Jinling Mountain.

The breeze blew, the wheat waves rolled, the ears of wheat flashed with spiritual light, the grains were full, and a rich grain fragrance was scattered, which was far beyond the breath of the first-order spiritual plant.

"It's been another three years."

Jiang Ding's divine sense swept around and sighed lightly.

The more I cultivated, the more I felt that time was passing quickly, and it was clear that nothing had been done, and a few years had passed.

Counting the time of planting before, this Golden Spirit Mai had been cultivated for six or seven years, and under the nourishment of the second-order top-grade spiritual vein of Jinling Mountain, it had finally grown into a second-order spiritual plant.

It's time to harvest.

If you take it for a long time, you should be able to save some cultivation time, and there won't be any erysipelas.

Sonor!

The Taiqing flying sword came out of the sheath from the center of the eyebrows, and the blue sword light crisscrossed the spiritual field, cutting and killing insects, harvesting wheat ears, and the straw and roots turned into powder and returned to the field under the sword qi.

Once again, it retained one-tenth of the second-order golden spirit wheat with the strongest vitality.

"Leave a little, maybe more than a hundred years later, when the golden pill is in time, you can also eat the third-order spiritual wheat that has been planted now."

Jiang Ding thought.

Pinching the law, the dripping spiritual rain fell, mixed with a bit of mild metallic spiritual power, watering the planted spiritual field.

After the work in the field was done, he ingested the storage bags piled up in small piles, as well as a message from the new maid of Jinling Mountain, Chang Xia Tu.

"There are fewer specimens, accumulated in three years, not as good as the previous few days, and there will be fewer in the future."

"My Lanshan Copper Mine was attacked and destroyed by a Blood Slaughter Hall monk, and was later repulsed, and the mining output of Spirit Copper, Gray Iron Stone and Poison Flowing Silver Mine was halved, and it will take at least ten years to recover."

Jiang Ding frowned and continued to read.

"The Seven Feather Sect has formed an alliance with the Tushan Demon Kingdom, the Peacock King and the Red Fox Country Lord have visited the Seven Feather Mountains with their generals and children, and they have been guests for several years, the offensive of the Blood Slaughter Hall has contracted, and the situation in the sect has improved......"

"A year later, the golden fruit of the Nine Orifices was ripe, and Elder Taishang sent someone to send a letter to inform the master......"

(End of chapter)