With eighteen attacks and dozens of collisions, the sky suddenly changed color, sparks were everywhere, and blood was splattered. The two men, like phantoms, intertwined and entangled one after another, with axe flying and flickering. They couldn't see who was the one who had the upper hand at all. Only those teachers who had the strength to exceed the level of advanced cultivators and had already reached the threshold of master level can see the details of the fierce battle.

It would be fine if I didn't read it. The more I read these teachers' eyebrows, the more I felt strange. Why did the big man's attacks bypass the broken book in the other party's hand every time? Is it very hard? Will it be harder than the axe blade made of sterling silver? No one wants to believe this speculation.

After dozens of minutes, the fierce battle finally stopped after a violent collision, and two phantoms, one black and one white, retreated toward both sides. As the two collided just now, a huge crack suddenly appeared on the ground, which was bottomless. A storm suddenly appeared, with gusts of wind blowing around with the sky above the crack as the center, and the onlookers couldn't open their eyes.

Several teachers looked at each other and waved their sleeves at the same time. Suddenly, the tornado that appeared above the crack immediately collapsed and dissipated invisibly.

At this time, everyone could see clearly the two sides who had just fought. The current situation is surprising. Although the man was only a person in charge of the door guard, every student understood the strength of this door guard uncle, and he was a super strong man who had reached the advanced axe fighter.

However, in his current situation, he could not see any of the style of a strong man at all, but he looked extremely embarrassed. Not only was his white clothes stained with blood, but his hair was messy and his whole body was constantly scarred. However, what made people feel strange was that the man's clothes were not ragged. All the injuries he suffered were exposed to the body parts of his clothes, mainly his face and arms.

Especially the tiger's mouth was obviously shattered. The figure in a black robe not far away from him was not much better than the situation of the big man now. His black clothes were spotted with blood, his face turned pale, his breathing was heavy, and his footsteps were a little unstable.

"Who is he?"

"I don't know! But he is really powerful! He actually has such strong strength! He should have the strength of a high-level cultivator."

"How is that possible! I have already checked his aura. At most, it is only the peak strength of an intermediate cultivator."

"Then how could he last for so long? And it seems that this young man still has a little upper hand."

The students' discussion attracted the interest of the teachers. One of the old men with white hair and beard chuckled and nodded, followed the words of the classmate just now in front of him, and explained: "You are right. The boy's strength is only the peak of an intermediate cultivator at most. He was able to compete with the advantage just now, all because of the book in his hand."

As soon as this was said, the students and the other teachers all looked at Wuqi. He was indeed holding the Ancient Scroll on his right hand, but fortunately, they would not believe that the legendary Ancient Scroll would be in the hands of a young man with only the peak of an intermediate cultivator. At this time, they just felt that the book might be a treasure slightly inferior to the holy weapon.

"You won!" The big man stood silently for five minutes before he nodded heavily and said.

"Thank you!" Wuqi panted and looked at the big man with a smile. It was not until this time that he realized that he was surrounded by people, but he looked around and smiled, because they were all students who were not much different from his age.

It was impossible for him to be an enemy, so he breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, what Wuqi was most afraid of was being attacked by someone, and he looked very weak now.

The white clouds slowly appeared. Wuqi was not afraid of being seen. As soon as the spell came out, his hands moved in response to the sound, and quickly wiped around him. A strange phenomenon suddenly appeared. The students just saw Wuqi's body floating by two palm-sized white clouds, and his injuries recovered in an instant.

The wounds and blood disappeared, the breathing returned to calm, and even the face became rosy, and the weak look had become history. At this moment, not only the students, but also the onlookers, were all secretly shocked, because none of them had seen such a trick, and they had not even heard of it.

Oh my God! What did he do just now? His injuries healed in an instant?

Everyone had the same thoughts in their hearts, and the onlookers immediately seemed to be in a panic. They talked to Wuqi in words and words, and their eyes were filled with excitement.

"May I have your name?"

"What was that trick just now? Can you teach me? I really want to learn it!"

"Don't teach him! Teach me! I can exchange it with you with the practice of the Axe Fighter! How about it?"

"Silent!" A shout suddenly came. When the students heard this, they immediately stopped talking. Wuqi looked up at the front. It was a middle-aged man with long black hair, with a cold face and a murderous aura between his eyebrows, but he was looking at him calmly at this moment. Several old men with silver-white hair stood on the left and right of the other party, obviously they respected this person.

"Little brother! You are..." Before the black-haired middle-aged man finished speaking, Wuqi interrupted: "Can you tell me where the palace where Uncle Dou Sheng lives is?"

The black-haired middle-aged man suddenly frowned. Is this kid so unruly that he doesn't even understand respecting his elders? It seems that he needs to have a long memory. With a sudden wave of his right hand, a ray of energy suddenly roared out and rushed towards Wuqi. Wuqi's eyes suddenly widened. He really didn't expect the other party to attack suddenly, and instinctively swung the Wuming Old Scroll to block it.

Too slow!

A trace of disdain flashed in the eyes of the black-haired middle-aged man. At the same time, a large mouthful of blood spurted out from Wuqi's mouth, and he took three steps in succession before finally standing firm. Wuqi looked at the black-haired middle-aged man with horror, and the clothes on his back were immediately completely wet with sweat.

How is that possible! I clearly swung the Ancient Scroll, but I still let the energy hit my chest! Could that energy penetrate the Ancient Scroll? No, it cannot penetrate. It is impossible to bypass it. I clearly saw that it was shot directly. It must be because of its speed that was too fast, which gave me an illusion! What a terrible speed, the actual speed was so much faster than the speed it seemed.

The speed seemed much slower than the actual speed. This was the most proud trick of the black-haired middle-aged man. Seeing the complex expression of horror and panic on Wuqi's face, a faint smile appeared on his face and said in a low voice: "That move just now is a lesson for you, so that you can interrupt others' words in the future. Remember, respect your elders."

Wuqi didn't dare to speak, but the man just waved his sleeves and gently injured him, and he didn't even have time to dodge. This kind of strength was no longer exciting, but terrifying. He looked at the black-haired middle-aged man silently, and after a long time of silence, he nodded slowly.

"Okay! You can correct your mistakes, which is good!" The black-haired middle-aged man nodded with satisfaction. He looked at Wuqi, and his eyes gradually became gentle. "What's your name? Little brother."

"Wu Qi! Nothing is not so important, strange is strange, nicknamed slug!" Wu Qi replied humbly,

The black-haired middle-aged man nodded gently. He believed Wuqi's words and continued to ask: "Then can you explain why you fought with our guard just now?"

Wuqi then explained the purpose and the reason for the fight in detail. The black-haired middle-aged man nodded slowly, but his eyebrows were furrowed. He was hesitating whether he should tell the boy about the residence of Lord Dou Sheng.

Should we say it? Lord Dou Sheng’s residence is a very secret place. What if we tell him that he is a spy from another country? No, we should not tell him easily. Let him ask others.

In the end, the black-haired middle-aged man still did not tell the whereabouts of Wuqi Palace. He just said: "The residence of Lord Dou Sheng is the biggest secret in our country, and I can't tell you. You should go and ask somewhere else."

Wuqi understood as soon as he heard it. The opponent's strength is stronger than him, so he will definitely not be able to do it if he is forced.

Although I have two unique tricks: diarrhea and itching, diarrhea must be captured by the other party's breath in close proximity before I can be used. As for itching, I must conceal the other party's attention. The other party just waved his sleeves lightly and took three steps back at once. It was impossible for him to have a chance of success.

After judging the strength gap between himself and the black-haired middle-aged man in his heart, Wuqi decisively chose to give up. After clasping his hands and saying goodbye to the black-haired middle-aged man, he strode towards the street behind him.

After a battle in front of the Axe Fighter Academy, Wuqi's highly inflated confidence was hit again. However, he was also full of expectations and yearning for the strong strength that the black-haired middle-aged man possessed. If only I could be so strong at any time!

Thinking of this, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Wuqi's mouth, and the disappointment from the palace was immediately wiped out.

A few days later, after a series of explorations and asking for directions, Wuqi finally arrived at the gate of the Magician Academy. However, to his disappointment, Lulu, the only one he knew in the Magician Academy, was not found.

After eating the Overlord Meal around the Magician Academy for a week, he did not find out Lulu's whereabouts. Every time he asked a female classmate outside the school who had finished school or entered the school, he got the same answer.

"Lulu? I haven't heard of this name. But there is no one in our school called Lulu. But there is a teacher named Nake Lulu. Is the person you are looking for? "

Teacher? Wuqi just heard this title and he knew something was wrong.

How old is Lulu now? At most, it is about the same age as him, at least at the age of twelve or thirteen. How could a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl become a teacher? He had also met the teachers of the Magician Academy a few years ago, all of whom were aunts in their twenties, so Wuqi denied this possibility from the beginning. Because it was really ridiculous and unrealistic.
Chapter completed!