The Lanfa Continent has a total of three kingdoms. Among them, the Ottoman Empire, under the jurisdiction of the Sword Saint Abel, is located at the southwest end of the continent. The southern and western ends of the empire are surrounded by mountains. The Delhi River, one of the largest rivers in the Lanfa Continent, serves as a natural moat, and the mysterious ancient forests in the east as a natural barrier. It can be said to be a country that is easy to defend and difficult to attack and has excellent scenery. The entire Ottoman Empire is divided into 28 cities in total, large and small cities. Wuqi and Abel's destination is naturally among these 28 cities, the Sword Saint City, which is at the center of the Empire. The reason why it is named after the Sword Saint is entirely because Abel's palace happened to be built in this city, and the most famous Swordsman Academy in the Ottoman Empire also settled in this city, which led to the Sword Saint City.

The Academy of Fighting Arts is where Abel wanted to take Wuqi to, and he didn't plan to teach Wuqi swordsmanship step by step. As a king, handling state affairs is a major event in his life. For Wuqi, he had already made up his mind before leaving Wushan, so he put him into the Academy of Fighting Arts and asked the school teachers to take care of him. As for the study of swordsmanship, he didn't plan to ask about it at all. Although Wuqi's amazing memory before gave him a slight idea of ​​accepting him as a disciple, this was only

It was just a moment of thought. Unless Wuqi could make some achievements that he could see in this year's school life, he would reject Ukins' request and receive Wuqi's personal disciples one year later. Otherwise, Wuqi would rather not stay in his own country after one year, otherwise when his ministers learned that he had brought a waste with extremely poor qualifications to send him to a swordsmanship academy that only elites among ordinary people could enter, he would be very embarrassed.

Face has become something as important as dignity for Abel, a powerful man in the Holy Land who will not die of old age. As for the powerful power recorded in the Ancient Scroll, he had another plan in his heart. If Wuqi still doesn't want to tell him the content in the past year, then he might as well wait a few more years. After Wuqi becomes sensible, he will invite him to his country when he is about fifteen or sixteen years old and let him tell him the content in the Ancient Scroll. Of course, if Wuqi performed outstandingly this year and he accepted Wuqi as his personal disciple, it would be the best.

Abel, who was flying over the Lanfa continent, couldn't help but smile a smug smile on his lips, but Wuqi on his back was like a newly born child at this time, crying and tears flowing, making Abel extremely depressed. He never thought that Wuqi, a child who seemed to be more mature than his peers, would be afraid of heights.

"Oh my God! I want to go home, I want to go home! Master, come and save me!"

"Don't make noise! ​​Give me a quieter!"

"I don't want to go down the mountain anymore, I want to go home!"

"Hey! Don't get your nose onto my armor!"

"Uncle, you are so scary! I want to go home!"

Flying technique is the most basic stunt for the powerful people in the holy realm and also the one that consumes the least energy in the body. However, Flying technique is the stunt that requires the most stability of breath during the production process. For Abel, who is at the peak of the holy realm, letting him fly with a 7-year-old kid is simply a trivial matter. Not to mention one person, even if he brings three or four people, he can fly easily. But the problem is that since Wuqi hit the high altitude, he has begun to become restless because of fear of heights. He kept waving his limbs and struggling with all his strength, trying to break free from Abel's arms, but how could this 7-year-old child break free from the hands of a sacred strong man? Not to mention a child, even the master-level peak strong man can't do it.

At first, looking at Wuqi who was struggling with his hands, Abel threw a disdainful look at him, but then his face turned from gloomy to rain. Wuqi saw that he could not break free, so he spitted at him and stuck the snot flowing to his lips to Abel's clean armor. This made his lungs completely irritated. In anger, he actually let go of Wuqi. Seeing Wuqi's panicked crying expression in the air, a sensation arose in his heart.

But soon Abel discovered the seriousness of the problem. If you fall down at this height, you will definitely die. How could Wuqi explain to the two guys Ugins and Wolson? And the Ancient Scroll will really become a masterless thing? What if the Ancient Scroll disappears with the death of the owner Wuqi? After all, this Ancient Scroll is not an ordinary thing. Although he has never seen the decisive object and the owner destroy it with his own eyes, he had heard it a long time ago.

Thinking of this, Abel secretly punched himself in the chest, "I'm so confused. Why are I so angry by this little kid so easily?" After blaming himself, his eyes turned and looked at Wuqi's figure that gradually disappeared in his eyes. A dazzling white light suddenly appeared on his body, chasing the other party's falling direction like a meteor rushing to the moon. Wuqi, whose body kept sinking, felt a flash of white light suddenly flashing in front of him, and his body stopped for no reason, and then slowly floated upwards. He was surprised in his heart, and he forgot to cry, but looked around with curiosity, with a look of surprise in his eyes. He looked subconsciously at his body, and then he realized that he was riding on a silver-white light with his legs spread apart.

"Fly upward!" Wuqi stared at Bai Guang for a while, and suddenly said casually, Bai Guang actually lifted him up a few meters.

"Fly to the left!" After finding that his command was effective, Wuqi pointed to the left and then tentatively. As a result, Bai Guang flew to the left for several meters according to his instructions before stopping. Then he directed Bai Guang to fly forward and backward, and to the right for several meters. Only then was he surprised to find that this was a ball of white light that could fly as he wanted. He actually picked up a huge treasure today.

A bright smile suddenly appeared on his little face. Wuqi's expression at this moment was like a military advisor who was commanding. He pointed at any point, and the white light would carry him to fly. But when he waved his hand heavily at a canyon in the distance with a commanding tone, the white light did not move at all this time, but a irritating complaint came from it.

"Little thing, have you played enough? I didn't even let me take a break!"

"Ah!?" Wuqi was shocked when he heard the sound familiar. Isn't this the uncle who just threw him down?

"So it's uncle!"

"Nonsense! It's not me, who else would spoil you so much!" When Wuqi recognized his voice, a hint of relief suddenly appeared on Abel's face in the white light. He asked faintly: "Are you still afraid of high now?"

"I'm not afraid anymore." Wuqi mischievously wiped it under his nose with his index finger, "I think it's quite fun now! Hehe."

Humph! You are having fun, but I am tired of it.

Although he said this in his heart, Abel still showed no dissatisfaction on his face. He waved his hand and pulled away the white light around his body. Wuqi then saw clearly that he was riding on Abel's waist. Abel's body floated horizontally in the air, with his back facing him. Only then did he understand why the white light was so obedient, and he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

"Okay. You have played enough, and you are not afraid of heights now. Then we are going to fly to the Sword Saint City now. Little thing, hurry up, I'm going to speed up this time, uncle."

"good."

Abel's figure flashed and disappeared from its original position, but what he never expected was that the sudden acceleration of flight not only did not allow himself to gain peace again, but also attracted Wuqi's louder crying. Unfortunately, he knew that it would be useless to stop again, so he had to make a cruel decision. Regardless of Wuqi's crying and shouting on his back, he plunged into the distant sky, and drew a beautiful white light in the blue sky.

In the office of the principal of the Sword Saint City, in the office of the principal of the Swordsman Academy, a middle-aged man in a red shirt was looking at an old man with green hair sitting on the head of the school bench in front of him with a face full of embarrassment. The middle-aged man had a standard national face with ordinary facial features, but an extraordinary temperament was hidden between his eyebrows. Although the old man in front of him was old and wrinkled, the breath emitted from the old man's body was much stronger than that of the middle-aged man. At this time, both of them frowned at the same time, making them very upset by a sudden little thing, and the air around them became irritable.

"Principal Dori, can you arrange a residence for this Wuqi? This is the child my master, His Majesty the King, personally asked me to take care of him!" After a long silence, the middle-aged man took the initiative to speak out his thoughts.

After hearing the middle-aged man's thoughts, Dori's brows frowned even tighter, and his nose and eyes almost squeezed together, "Sakai! You don't know that our swordsman college has always selected qualified ones from the children of wealthy families in the country to train them. Strictly speaking, our school is a school where elites gather. But now this is nothing strange. I took a preliminary look at his qualifications and had no talent to practice swordsman at all. He would not have any hope of becoming a qualified swordsman in our school in the future. If you ask me to arrange a room for such a child, it is impossible. Moreover, the school recruited by the school this year has exceeded the indicators and the dormitory is full. Where do you ask me to arrange a residence for him?"

Dori cleverly gave the problem to the middle-aged man Sakai. How could Sakai not understand Dori's concerns? He is the president of the Swordsman Academy, and he will not even have a living room? Isn't Duri said this just for the sake of face? Isn't he just afraid that Wuqi will find the school and make him unable to put his face? This old fox is indeed not a good thing!

Although Sakai greeted all the eighteen generations of Dori's ancestors in his heart, he could not say that on the surface. He deliberately showed an understanding look, nodded slowly, and stopped talking, and the principal's office fell into a tense atmosphere again.

"By the way!" Sakai pondered for a while and suddenly thought of a residence where Wuqi could live. He looked at Principal Dori who looked forward to him with a smile, and said lightly: "Isn't there an abandoned old house in the suburbs? It shouldn't be difficult for you to place Wuqi there?"

"What are you talking about? If I could really get out of the dormitory, wouldn't I arrange the children that His Majesty the King specifically asked to take care of in a comfortable environment?" Dori's face looked unhappy, but then he nodded with a relaxed expression and said with a smile: "But since he has a place to live, he should be content. Although there is a weird person living in that room, I believe he will not attack a child."
Chapter completed!