The library pavilion of the Wuhun Hall is located in the center of the hall, next to the Pope's Palace, it is an out-and-out luxury building, it is 100 meters high, a total of ten floors, the external building is hemispherical, all made of stainless steel, the top circle is paved with bluestone, and a whole angel pattern is carved on it, which is solemn and majestic.

"Come on, Ahma."

Qian Lingxue took Feng Mian's hand, she showed the token, and the guards outside did not stop her, but just glanced at Feng Mian more.

Feng Mian followed Qian Ling Xue into the library pavilion, the library contained thousands of books, and each layer of bookshelves was full of books.

"The book about martial spirits is in that area." Qian Ling Xue pointed out a direction to Feng Mian, and she walked in the opposite direction: "I'll go over there and read the book of soul beasts, if you want anything, you can come to me!" ”

"Okay, thank you, Sister Xiaoxue." Feng Mian nodded, and then walked in the direction that Qian Ling Xue pointed.

In the martial arts area, all kinds of books are neatly placed on the shelves.

Feng Mian casually took out a copy and looked at it, it was to introduce the martial soul of the mainland.

Exactly, it's what she wants to see.

Immediately, she found a place to sit down, ready to read seriously.

A day passed quickly, but Feng Mian didn't find a record of her kind of martial soul in the book, but her harvest today was not small, at least she learned about some of the settings of martial souls, as well as the choice of soul rings.

Walking out of the library pavilion, Qian Lingxue couldn't help but ask Feng Mian about what path to build.

Feng Mian thought about it for a long time before saying, "I want to take the route of sensitive attack." ”

"Minxian?" Qian Lingxue pouted slightly, nodded in approval: "Min attack is good, I think you can cultivate any way, anyway, you have many choices, but you may need to put some thought into choosing soul beasts, after all, the coverage is a bit wide, anything can be done, but it can't be too casual." ”

"Well, that's what I know." Feng Mian nodded and said, now that it is time for dinner, she doesn't plan to let Qian Lingxue send her back to delay the meal, so she said again: "Sister Xiaoxue, thank you for bringing me to the library pavilion, it's not too early, I'll just walk back by myself, I know the way." ”

"No thanks, it's all my own sister, you're welcome!" Qianrenxue said with a smile, she looked at the sky and found that the time was indeed not early, Qiandaoliu was still waiting for her to eat at home, "Ah Mian, then I won't send you, you also go back as soon as possible, don't stay outside, the guards will start patrolling after dark, they don't know you, I'm afraid you will be injured by mistake at that time." ”

"Well, I know, Sister Xiaoxue, we'll see you tomorrow!"

The two soon came to the intersection where they were about to part ways, there was already a short distance between the worship hall and the pope's hall, and Feng Mian was arranged in the guest room, that is, around the pope's hall.

"Well, see you tomorrow!" Qian Ling Xue beckoned to Feng Mian, and after watching Feng Mian walk for a while, she turned around and walked towards the worship hall.

The sun sets, the sun sets, the orange and yellow afterglow falls to the ground, and the buildings in the Wuhun Hall seem to be plated with gold, which is particularly beautiful.

Feng Mian walked slowly on the path, she stepped on a pebble and hummed a little song in her mouth.

At this time, it coincided with the end of school for the students of the Martial Soul Academy, and batch after batch of soul masters walked out of the academy, even if Feng Mian was walking on the path, he could hear the lively sound not far away.

Wuhun Academy is a soul master academy founded by Wuhun Palace, which generally only accepts soul masters with high talent levels, it is established in Wuhun Palace, but it is relatively deviated from the Pope's Palace, and the academy is closed management, Feng Mian has been here for a month, and it is generally rare to see the students of the academy.

The reason why I can hear this excitement today is most likely because the college is on vacation.

Speaking of which, she is still quite looking forward to going to school, in her heart, this is better than drinking medicinal baths all day long.

"I don't know when I'll be able to go to school..."Feng Mian muttered and walked, suddenly, the cold wind was blowing, her eyes were tight, and her years of killer experience made her immediately dodge sideways, but because this body did not have light skills and her body was not good, she couldn't control herself and fell backwards.

"Hmph, the reaction is pretty fast!"

A crisp male voice sounded, Feng Mian looked down at the back, and when she saw a stone, she bent down, stretched out her hand to support the stone, and used the arm strength of her arm to bounce herself up again, standing firmly on the ground.

"Who are you?"

What caught his eye was a young man wearing the uniform of the Martial Spirit Academy, the young man was holding a pair of daggers in his hand, his face was handsome, and a slight smile appeared on his face, but this smile seemed to be a little unfriendly.

"I'm your classmate, and I'm a lot of money." The young man turned the dagger in his hand and said, "You are the transfer student, and you can't come to school after signing up, right?" ”

"How much money?" The corners of Feng Mian's mouth twitched, "Your family is so short of money that I want to give you such a vulgar name." ”

"Don't speak ill of my name!" At the mention of his name, the young man seemed to be a little unfamiliar with Feng Mian's attitude, his eyes tightened, his brows furrowed slightly, and as soon as he kicked his feet, he danced a dagger and attacked Feng Mian!

"Don't let me say it."

Feng Mian stretched out his hand and pulled out a soft sword from his waist, directly resisting Jin Duoqian's attack.

Jin Duoqian squinted slightly, but he didn't expect that this little girl who looked like a sick seedling still had a hand.

After two rounds of fighting with Feng Mian, under the shadow of the sword and sword, Jin Duoqian did not have the upper hand, the movements of the two were not too skilled, and their reaction abilities were almost the same, Jin Duoqian couldn't find a breakthrough point, so he returned to the position where he was originally standing, "It seems that you are not like what they say, you are a useless sick seedling." ”

Useless sick seedlings?

Feng Mian frowned slightly, "Who said that I was a useless sick seedling, I will kill him!" ”

She has been recuperating in a quiet guest room, and few people have seen her, why is her name still spreading?

Who did this to you?

Also, he said she was his classmate?

She didn't go to school, where did her classmates come from?

They couldn't have signed her up, right?

What's going on?

Did the demon slayer not come to tell her?

Thinking of this, Feng Mian couldn't help but think of the unreliable appearance of the descending demon.

It seemed like he could do it.

Fortunately.

After she settled down in the Wuhun Palace, she prepared a soft sword on her body according to her habits, and now it is the end of winter and autumn, she is not in good health, so she naturally wears more, and it is precisely for this reason that her soft sword is very well hidden, which is why she is caught off guard.

"Kill him? I'm afraid you're not enough now. Jin Duoqian snorted lightly, and continued to rotate the dagger in his hand, this action looked a bit similar to when the demon subdued the stick in his hand.

This guy can't be a disciple of demon subjugation, right?

Feng Mian pursed her lips, "It's okay to find trouble!" ”