After resting in Zhang Ying's room for a while, and eating some fruit to replenish his strength, Jiang Yeran felt more comfortable than ever.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, operating according to his cultivation method for a week, feeling the light and soft ability in his body, and was surprised to find that he had actually broken through.

If the total amount of abilities in his original body was like a trickle, then in his perception at this moment, his dantian was like a lake, carrying several times the original ability.

He clenched his fists, and this feeling of power made him can't help but bombard the air with a punch. A simple punch, but faintly mixed with the sound of a sonic boom, even the air flow in front of him was surging.

Hahaha, it really didn't take any effort to come by, but I didn't expect to be able to break through by sleeping.

Jiang Yeran didn't dare to be careless, and soon gathered his mind and meditated. He knew that he had just broken through, and his abilities were still unstable, so he needed to consolidate his cultivation.

After a while, he guided the abnormal energy in his body, and slowly flowed through the meridians according to the cultivation method. One week after another, the energy in the body is becoming more and more abundant.

Slowly opened his eyes, the moonlight outside the window was hazy, and it was already night. Jiang Yeran took out her mobile phone and called her mother, and after reporting her safety, she said goodbye to Zhang Ying and went back to her dormitory.

Along the way, there were students passing by who looked at Jiang Yeran with an expression of amazement, and some people took the initiative to greet him. Although he didn't understand what was going on, Jiang Yeran still smiled and nodded.

"Everybody, your dad is back!" Jiang Yeran pushed open the dormitory door in a high-spirited manner.

"Oh, you're not dead yet!" Wang Jun and the others were also surprised, and they all stepped forward to ask him how he felt.

Jiang Yeran once again affirmed that he was fine, and he felt very good: "Has anything happened at school recently?" ”

Jiang Rui patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's not a big deal, but you kid is famous, you used to be a little famous in our first grade, and now the whole school knows about you." ”

"Yes, yes, you blew up the school training room and put it on the confession wall, and many classmates left a message below that you wear the roof every day, hahahaha. Yue Cheng frowned and mended the knife.

Jiang Yeran's old face turned red, he had been in a coma before, so it was naturally impossible to turn over the space, which bastard was this blind rhythm!

He quickly flipped to the talk, and found that the talk was quite normal, it should have been a girl in the class at that time who took a photo of the ruins and uploaded it, and praised him for being too powerful, and the golden thunder and lightning blew up the training room.

He flipped through the comments below and found that it was normal at first. But after an ID named "Social War Song" left a message saying that this kid must have done something bad and ruined which girl was struck by lightning, the comments began to change, and some people commented that he was "a man who wears the roof every day".

He threw his phone on the bed and said indifferently: "What does it matter, I have the right to be praised by others." ”

Jiang Rui said with a look of assumption: "Of course you don't have to care, later the eldest grandson Zhehan came out to help you defend it, and the comments immediately turned to you again." ”

"What, he's all out?" Jiang Yeran picked up his mobile phone from the bed in a hurry, then flipped down the comments, and finally saw the message of the eldest grandson Zhehan: "I hope that the onlookers will stop coaxing and hope that this junior brother will recover soon." ”

"Wow, it's Zhehan, my male god actually came to confess and leave a message on the wall. ”

"Yes, yes, we shouldn't make a fuss, I hope the younger brother recovers soon. ”

"I hope the younger brother recovers soon. ”

。。。。。。

Jiang Yeran felt a warm current in his heart, it's better to be a senior brother. At the same time, he also felt that the senior brother has a strong interpersonal relationship, and just one comment will drive the whole school.

Because from then on, almost everyone wished him a speedy recovery.

Immediately afterwards, he turned to Song Ziyun's blessings, as well as the blessings of Wang Jun and other roommates, and even honeysuckle, the first beauty in the academy, and he felt a sigh of emotion in his heart for a while.

"How do you feel?" said Wang Jun with a smile.

"Just... It was quite sudden. Jiang Yeran smirked.

"I heard a few seniors say that I have never seen the eldest grandson Zhehan comment on the confession wall before, and he was able to leave a message for you last time and help you speak, and I don't know if it is a blessing for your kid. Yue Cheng looked envious, "Besides, there is the number one beauty in our academy, you are really lucky." ”

"Yes, I also saw the photos of honeysuckle before, and I was stunned, what kind of beauty is this. Wang Jun smacked his mouth and said.

"Harm, to be honest, when I saw her in person, I even thought of our child's name!" Jiang Yeran said with a stunned expression.

"What, have you seen Honeysuckle himself?" the three of them exclaimed in unison, looking at Jiang Yeran in disbelief.

Jiang Yeran came back to his senses, thought for a moment and said, "Yes, on the night of the first semester, Song Ziyun and I went to the auction, and that time it was hosted by Honeysuckle. ”

", you're typical of eating in a bowl and looking at the pot!"

"Phew, scumbag!"

The three of them stayed away from Jiang Yeran with extreme disgust.

Jiang Yeran smiled, touched his nose and said, "I understand what I call appreciation, appreciation!"

Then he changed his words: "Not only have I seen honeysuckle, but she has also been in close contact with me." ”

"Blow it, you'll be there. The trio clearly didn't believe it.

Jiang Yeran showed a look of intoxication: "When I was in a coma before, it was Honeysuckle who helped me treat, and I felt very clearly that her cold little hand was holding my wrist, so comfortable." Ah, I'm dead!"

Wang Jun and the three of them had a black line on their faces: "I think he was stupid by the thunder and lightning." ”

On the other side, in a magnificent hall, a man's broad figure stood proudly.

"Why does the principal have time to come to me? A hearty laugh rang out, and another man in a sumptuous suit stepped out and hugged the man known as the headmaster.

That's right, this man is the dean of Tianxi Academy, Wang Haide.

Wang Haide shrugged his shoulders: "What, don't you invite me to sit down and have a cup of tea?"

"I don't know what kind of tea you drink, who you are. With that, the man in the suit took him to his office and threw a bottle of beer.

Wang Haide pursed his lips: "Every time you come over, invite me to drink this thing, you are also stingy enough." ”

"Okay, as the principal of Tianxi Academy, if you have no money, you can make an excuse casually, and there will be a bunch of students to pay you tuition and miscellaneous fees, of course you have money, my Sky Temple is poor and white, but there are no delicacies to entertain you. The man in the suit leaned back at his desk and opened a can of beer himself.

"Tingyun, let's be honest, I may have found the person you wanted!" Wang Haide said as he took a sip of beer and stared into the eyes of the man in the suit.

The man in the suit who was called Tingyun obviously trembled his hands, and a flash of joy flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure: "How do you know it's him." ”

Wang Haide stretched out his arms, crossed Erlang's legs, and sat comfortably on the sofa: "Do you think there is a second person in this world who can cast your abyssal golden thunder?"

"That's naturally impossible, the Abyss Golden Thunder, as the supreme ability of our Abyss Plane, is naturally impossible for a second user to appear on my earth. Tingyun tugged at his tie and said.

Wang Haide took a deep breath and said slowly: "Then what if this user of the Abyss Golden Thunder is also carrying the ghost cold flame of the Great Elder back then!"

Tingyun stretched out the beer in his hand to him, made a toasting motion, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly: "Then this person must be the heir of Niyang!"