The admissions conference was approaching, and Zhuge Changdeng's mood became more and more irritable, especially today, when Luo Fan came in to measure his size.

He stretched out his arms and saved himself one last time: "You can't change people, whether it is status or eloquence, you are more suitable than me." ”

Luo Fan, as the eldest disciple of the Apocalypse Academy, is not low in cultivation and shrewd, and he is indeed qualified to preside over the admissions conference, but he still refused: "Senior brother, you are the only bloodline of the master, you will preside over it, everyone is convinced, besides, you have been wandering outside all the year round, and the master has always wanted you to come back to accompany him and learn how to be a qualified heir, this time is also a good opportunity to train you." ”

"You've all been brainwashed by my father, and what you say is very different. Zhuge Changdeng glanced at the saber on the table, "Besides, I don't need to make any new clothes to preside over the conference, how can I carry my sword if I have long sleeves and wide robes." ”

Luo Fan glanced at him, "Don't worry, no one touches your sword, on such a grand occasion as the admissions conference, you can't still wear that tattered clothes." ”

"Tattered clothes?" Zhuge Changdeng: "Although my clothes are not good-looking, they are also clean and seamless, how can they be said to be tattered clothes?"

Luo Fan took the measuring tape, measured his arm and began to measure his waist circumference and leg length, "Okay, senior brother, don't complain, for the sake of Master and the Apocalypse Academy, you can bear with it, come, straighten your legs." ”

Although Zhuge Changdeng is usually fierce and domineering, in his heart, Zhuge Hongming is his only weakness, for the sake of his father, even if he is unwilling, he can only accept his fate.

Yakudo.

There were herbs drying in the courtyard, and Qinghe stood next to the medicine sieve and played with the herbs at will, this situation was very similar to when he visited Zhuge Hongming in the Apocalypse Kingdom that day, but it was no longer Mo Junqian around him, but ......

She looked under the pomegranate tree in the courtyard, under which sat two little boys, playing boring games.

"I said you two, you're a thousand years old, and you're still playing this kind of game. ”

Shen Xun glanced at her, "What do you know, this is a concoction in the long years, I think I only survived by playing games back then, otherwise I would have been bored and a living fossil." ”

"That's right, you've only lived for twenty years, and you naturally don't know the infinite horror of life. Tong picked up the stone and said, "When you become a god, you will know that our heart is sad." ”

The two of them educate Qinghe in the tone of an old man, and they are doing a game of picking up stones that only six-year-old children can play, and the picture is really weird.

She raised her eyelashes and looked into the room, and the red light was especially strong, and it was not extinguished for a long time.

After another half hour, the light dissipated and the door opened.

Qinghe walked towards Qirong, looked at the room, and said, "How is it?"

"Can't you still believe in my skills?" Qi Rong: "It's only half of the solution, and the rest will take some time." ”

Qinghe: "Even your action can't completely solve it, it seems that the person who casts the spell is very profound, I don't know where it came from." ”

She pondered for a long time, and looked at Shen Xun, "By the way, aren't you a god book?

Shen Xun stopped picking up the stones, a white light flashed in his eyes, and after a while, "I don't know." ”

Qinghe saw that his face was a little bad, thinking of the injuries on his body, and wanted to comfort him, but heard him say again: "That person deliberately avoided my investigation, thinking that he came prepared." Shen Xun looked at the two of them, his eyes were slightly downcast, "It seems that he knows us very well and knows our whereabouts." ”

"Could it be a demon?" Qinghe guessed.

The last time he seriously injured Ji Chen, the demon army was defeated and returned to the wilderness, so long time is enough for the demon clan to cultivate back, if it is really the comeback of the demon clan, trouble will definitely follow.

It's just that I don't know why they want to attack the Apocalypse Academy this time, whether they deliberately target the Apocalypse Academy, or is it really as Shen Xun said, they are tracking them?

Nothing is known.

Two days later, the admissions meeting was held as scheduled.

As one of the five major factions, the Apocalypse Academy is full of reputation, and this time it held an enrollment conference to cast a wide net to the human world and recruit talents, so that countless unknown monks and sects in the entire Chaos Continent were full of excitement and rushed towards the Apocalypse Academy, just to stand out in the enrollment competition, even if they couldn't be included in the academy, at least they were familiar with each other, and it was good to have a long insight.

The martial arts platform of Nuoda, the white marble steps, the optimus prime of the dragon and the phoenix and the thousands of ring-shaped seats of the martial arts viewing platform all show the majestic and rich of the Apocalypse Academy.

Luo Fan specially reserved a special seat for Qinghe and the others, with an excellent view and a view of the entire martial arts platform.

There are a lot of talents in the audience, and they are all famous figures in the Chaos Continent, and no matter how bad they are, they will have some fame.

Qinghe looked around and saw Yu Zhiqiu from the crowd, as well as the maid Mi'er beside her.

Her eyes twinkled, then she looked away.

About Yu Zhiqiu's identity was not mentioned in the original book, she didn't know, at the moment I saw her at the admissions conference, it seems that she also came to participate in the competition, I don't know what sect it is, or loose cultivation.

However, he only thought about it for a moment, and with the official opening of the martial arts competition, he left it behind.

The drums sounded, everyone was quiet, and the first to walk on the stage was a fresh face.

The wide robe was put on the man's body, with a ring on his chest, a jade pendant hanging from his waist, a long sword on his back, and an arrogant and domineering face, which was not pleasing to anyone, and a long scar on his face, like a bandit who robbed the rich and noble, and wearing gold and silver could not hide the anger in his bones.

Such a person suddenly walked on the stage, and everyone was confused, and they looked around to look for Dean Zhuge , but they didn't see it after looking around.

Luo Fan in the audience signaled to Zhuge Changdeng, holding the speech prepared last night in his hand, and gestured to him: "Think about the manuscript you memorized last night, speak quickly!"

Zhuge Chang Deng leaned over, looked at the audience with a fake look, and cleared his throat for a long time before saying: "Fellow sages, it is the honor of my academy to come from afar to participate in the enrollment competition of my Apocalypse Academy, ah, right." ”

His hands and feet moved uncomfortably, and he subconsciously touched the sword, the body of the sword trembled slightly, and then returned to calm.

"This, everyone is a guest from afar, compare it for a while, just point to the end, don't deliberately hurt people, so as not to hurt the harmony, right. ”

Luo Fan held up the manuscript with the intention of interrupting his nonsense, but Zhuge Changdeng had already given up the treatment and began to play at will.

"As the saying goes, friendship comes first, competition comes second, and if I find someone using that kind of obscene and vicious means, don't blame me for being rude!"

The fierce tone did frighten some people, but many of the monks present were also well-traveled and experienced in battles, so how could they be so easily intimidated by him.

So when his voice fell, someone questioned: "I heard that Dean Zhuge has profound skills, virtue and light, although he is over 100 years old, he still looks middle-aged, and this child is only in his twenties, it is impossible to be Zhuge senior, who are you? Why do you pretend to be Zhuge senior to preside over the admissions conference?!"

As soon as these words came out, the rest of the people were also suspicious: "That's right, this person can't say anything, how can it be Zhuge senior?"

"When I was a child, I saw Zhuge seniors, that is really a fairy wind and bones, the posture of a god and a man, look at this person again, the fierce god is evil, and he is very bold, he dares to pretend to be Zhuge senior, isn't this looking for death!"

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, but Qinghe and a few people were smiling hard, only Luo Fan stroked his forehead, looking helpless.