Zhuo Nan squeezed his eyes hard, but the first position at the top was too high, no matter how hard he jumped to which position he jumped underneath, he couldn't see who it was.

"What a broken position, hanging so high. Zhuo Nan complained, very curious, so he wanted to ask Ding Yi.

But that red-faced monster actually ran down to see the woman!

"It's really not righteous enough to take me. Zhuo Nan twisted his nose and just wanted to go down and ask, but suddenly heard a crisp voice.

"When...... When ......"

Outside the house, there was a powerful sound that echoed in my ears, loud and penetrating, as if it could be heard anywhere.

"When...... When ......"

The sound seemed to be the sound of a bell ringing, and the ripples spread out in my heart, as if it was a lot quieter in an instant.

The noisy group of people below also quieted down, Ding Yi put down his raised hands, put his back behind his back, and silently walked back to the podium and returned to Zhuo Nan.

was distracted, and Zhuo Nan naturally asked, "What sound?"

Ding Yi looked out the window and said in a deep voice, "I remember that you are going to enter the Martial Arts Spiritual School, right?"

"yes. Zhuo Nan replied.

"yes, that's a little bit worse......" Ding Yi's brow furrowed slightly.

"How...... What's wrong?" asked Zhuo Nan with some uneasiness.

"This is the bell that heralds the end of all enrollment. Ding Yiyi: "Hmph, this year is really late, I remember that there was a year in previous years, but it was knocked in the early morning of the night before." ”

"This ...... What do you mean, is it that I can't get in again this year?" Zhuo Nan said nervously.

"You say, the bells are struck. Ding glanced at him.

Zhuo Nan frowned, and his gaze slowly sank.

I thought I would have a chance to get in......

Damn, what can I do?

Zhuo Nan was clasping his hands, but Ding Yi on the side suddenly burst out laughing.

"Roar, look at the child nervous~"

He covered his mouth and snickered, not at all worried.

Zhuo Nan raised his head and looked at him in confusion.

The people in the audience also laughed.

"What are you laughing at!" Zhuo Nan glared at the inverted triangle and said angrily.

"Okay, I'm not going to tease you. Ding Yi retracted and said, "Do you know where our descending pavilion is?"

"I know, I was abducted by you!" Zhuo Nan said.

"Ahem, uh...... In fact, the location of our Descent Pavilion is inside the Martial Arts Spiritual School!"

"Huh?" Zhuo Nan was stunned: "Really?"

"We've been here since ancient times, and because we're protected by this academy, not many people know where we are. ”

"Not many people know, so how do you take the task?" asked Zhuo Nan.

"There aren't many people and it's not that there are no people, why are you a little bit of a biao?"

Ding Yi said slyly: "Do you know what I mean?"

Zhuo Nan shook his head solemnly.

"Stupid, I mean I can help you through the back door!"

There was no time to hide, and Ding Yi went up again.

......

"Then it's troublesome, Curator......"

Zhuo Nan covered his head with nearly ten hot bags, leaving tears of unassailable tears in pain.

"This stupid baby really can't be beaten without fighting!" Ding burst out of bruises on his head, and finally sighed helplessly:

"I originally wanted you to go alone, forget it, I'm afraid that you didn't take two steps to expose our information, I have to find someone to watch you and act with you. ”

"What!" Zhuo Nan raised his head excitedly: "Could it be Xiao Xiangxiang......"

"Thinking too much".

With that, he hooked his finger at a corner:

"Jiang Huo, you come. ”

Zhuo Nan looked in the direction he pointed, and saw a person leaning on the corner of the wall straighten up and walked over slowly.

Although his appearance seems to be difficult to notice at first glance, it is because everyone present is dressed in a strange way, and if you look at it alone, it is quite impressive.

His dress really reminds people at a glance of the clothes of the boss of the pharmacy or the bookkeeper in ancient times, with a small red felt hat that curls his hair in the middle, and a circle of upturned curls on the periphery.

A pair of small round black sunglasses worn by a traitor were framed on the bridge of his nose, his eyes could not be seen clearly, his face was clear, and he was wearing a set of red wide shirts that matched his hat, and the whole looked quite festive.

He shook a folding fan in one hand and put the other behind him, looking like a profiteer, but he had a bit of charm.

Ding Yi motioned for him to come over, sat cross-legged on the podium, smoked a cigarette, and said to Jiang Huo, who was coming:

"Aren't you in the academy, then the newcomer will ask you to take care of him, let him share a dormitory with you, help me keep an eye on him, if I find out what he said that he shouldn't say...... Hey...... You can do it. ”

"Yes, Mr. Curator. ”

Jiang Huo replied with a smile and walked towards Zhuo Nan.

Zhuo Nan swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked at him with a smile.

"Also, by the way, I took him to do the task. ”

Ding Yi seemed to be relieved, and threw the task paper he had picked up earlier towards him.

The young man named Jiang Huo raised the folding fan in his hand, gently pressed it, and with a crisp sound, he sandwiched the flying paper between his facial bones.

"Hello, Mr. Newcomer. His voice was very magnetic, he stretched out his right hand and smiled warmly at Zhuo Nan, who was full of nervousness:

"Hope we get along. ”

......

A few minutes ago, inside the Wuyi Spiritual School.

It wasn't until a wide square that the trio, who had just entered the academy, stopped breathlessly.

"Whew...... Call...... It's too fast...... I'll have to do my best to keep up......" Chaofan gasped and straightened up, already sweating profusely.

Just now, the three of them ran a long distance, and they were trying their best to barely keep up with the little old man's pace.

"Here...... It should be...... The ...... of the Martial Arts Shrine Inside......" Xingli wiped the sweat from his forehead and gasped.

"I'm going to ...... Dine...... I'm starving...... I'm almost dying of thirst......" Ouyang Chan stretched out his tongue and sighed, and lay directly on his back on the ground.

All three of them looked like dehydrated fish, and they looked exhausted.

The square is so large that it looks impossible to see at first glance, and there is a high platform in the center on which an old bell hangs.

Around the high platform, there were already many people around, and they seemed to be aware of the arrival of the three people, and they looked at them one after another, but their eyes were full of resentment.

"We've been standing here for almost a day, just to wait for them? My legs are sore, why can't I ring the bell if the people aren't aligned, that's how you martial arts spirit school treats new students?"

"Thank goodness, the last wave is finally here, and I can finally disband and eat......"

"Let's go and beat them up first, waste our precious time......"

Although he didn't do anything, he looked at them all with dissatisfaction written on their faces.

The little old man silently walked to the high platform, and under the gaze of everyone, he rose directly into the air, and stepped over the high platform, and there was an exclamation below.

The little old man took two steps forward, stood on the edge of the high platform, glanced at the people in the audience, coughed twice, looked ahead, and suddenly burst out in a loud voice:

"All the new students of this year's Wuyi Lingshu have arrived! Enrollment is officially over!"

After speaking, he walked under the big bell hanging behind him, pulled the rope inside, and shook it vigorously six times.

"Knock, knock, knock! knock!"

These six violent sounds, like a circle of ripples, can be heard by the whole heaven and earth, as if some kind of signal has been transmitted to everyone.

......

At this moment, not far from here, in a small room, the bell was ringing back in the room, an old man stopped the pen in his hand, closed the heavy book in his hand, stood up, stretched his waist, and looked out the window with a cloudy eye:

"It's finally time for me to play......"

With that, he picked up the coat from the back of his chair and opened the rooftop door, and a gust of wind blew his silver strands flying, and he leaped into the fence without fear.

From a panoramic view, the clouds and mist outside the rooftop are shrouded, and the bottom is pitch black, like an abyss.

......

At ten o'clock in dusk, the sky was dark, and on a vast field, several figures were pulled by the setting sun.

"My mission is finally complete, ouch...... I'm so tired that I'm going back to sleep. The little old man yawned, turned off the platform without looking back, and left the scene at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

"What? Why did he leave, so what are we going to do next?" asked Ouyang Chan, who was a little deaf from the shock, in a loud voice.

"I don't know!" Chaofan covered his ears, and his expression was slightly painful.

"We ...... Let's go inside and take a look......" Xingli pointed to the location of the crowd, and said weakly.

The three of them had no choice but to stand up and walk in the direction of the crowd.

"Oh, that's not right...... You wait!" Ouyang Chan's eyes suddenly widened, and he pointed to someone in the crowd and said:

"Isn't that who!"

A red cloud instantly rose on his face, and the whole person instantly became excited.

"You can't be mistaken, this hairstyle...... It's definitely her, Ling'er!"

Ouyang Chan seemed to have lost his soul, his body seemed to be full of strength in an instant, and while shouting her name, he ran over like crazy, and in the blink of an eye, he could only see his back the size of a grain of rice.

"It's too fast!" said Chaofan, whose jaw dropped to the ground in fright.

"Ah...... Let's hurry up......" Xingli slapped his forehead, helplessly pulled Chaofan, and quickly followed.

"Hee-hee-hee-hee......-hee-hee" Ouyang Chan walked over and quietly came behind her, suddenly popped out, and said in surprise:

"Sister Ling'er...... Look who I am!"

Ling Er turned her head slowly, Ouyang Chan was already very restrained, but as soon as she saw her face, two nosebleeds spurted out instantly.

She is more temperamental and beautiful than before!

Ouyang Chan hurriedly covered his nose and said in a bit of a panic: "Ah...... It's really a female college eighteen changes, and you have become beautiful again......"

Ling'er's eyes suddenly flashed with light, but it was fleeting, glanced at him, and said coldly:

"It's Ouyang Chan. ”

"Ahh......h

Unexpectedly, Ling'er turned around and avoided Ouyang Chanai's bear hug.

"Don't be so cold, Ling'er, we haven't seen each other for so long, why don't you hug one......" Ouyang Chan still leaned over enthusiastically.

"Who are you going to hug?"

Suddenly, a discordant voice interrupted Ouyang Chan's beautiful fantasy, and he immediately retracted and looked at the huge figure walking behind Ling Er.

"Who?"

He looked at it dissatisfied, but the moment he saw his face, he froze.

"Ouyang Chan, you wait for us......"

Chaofan and Xingli arrived out of breath at this time, and they gasped for a long time before they could stand up, only to see Ouyang Chan's surprised expression on his face.

"Hey...... Ouyang Chan?"

The two of them looked up at him like a gaze, but saw a face that was still fresh in their memory.

Chaofan's hair exploded in an instant, and he was so frightened that he sat on the ground, and cold sweat broke out all at once.

Xingli's pupils also dilated instantly, pushed back two steps, and stretched out his hand to protect the transcendent, a fist already clenched tightly, ready for the battle.

The face in front of them once left them with memories that they never wanted to experience again.

The face grinned, baring its big teeth and smirking, as if it recognized them.

He was at the last moment when everyone was climbing the ladder, he suddenly appeared and took advantage of the danger to push everyone off the cliff-

The Flame Man Who Killed Matt!

"You ......"

Ouyang Chan silently clenched his fists, his brows furrowed.