Author: Qing Liuge

A girl raised her hand and said, "Teacher Yan," she said a little shyly, "I have memorized the formula, but I always feel that I haven't figured out the trick. I popped my head several times and was knocked back."

Yan Qiao looked around when he heard this, "Is there anyone else who doesn't know it?"

Seeing no one answered, the girl became even more embarrassed and her cheeks turned red like an apple.

Yan Qiao came to her side and said, "Don't worry, I'll teach you."

She hugged her hand from behind and said in a gentle and patient tone, "Now close your eyes and follow the guidance of my spell."

The girl closed her eyes obediently. Soon, under Yan Qiao's guidance, she felt an inexplicable fire pouring into her palms. She suddenly opened her eyes and saw a flame the size of a soybean appeared in her palms, "Teacher Yan himself

Success!"

She looked up excitedly and found that Yan Qiao had returned to the podium at some point. Hearing this, he smiled slightly at her.

The girl sat down excitedly, then held her hands, "Hey, Qiaoqiao and I have a close encounter." Her eyes were bright, and although her voice was low, everyone here was not an ordinary person, so they immediately threw their weight at her.

To look at you with envy and jealousy.

"The most important thing about fire control is control. You have to let the flame heart move at will, just like the phoenix I showed you just now," she said and everyone's attention was drawn back.

"Now that you can summon flames, you have just touched the threshold of fire control. If you want to use it to fight and hurt people, and it becomes a knife in your hand, you must learn to use it in the next practice." She waved everyone's hand.

A potato appeared in front of him.

Yan Qiao held the podium with both hands, "Then now learn how to roast the potatoes in front of you."

Several people looked at the potatoes in front of them and were eager to try them. In the end, they only burned a little bit of the skin of the potatoes.

Zou Mianmian stared at the potatoes in front of her, and then looked at the flames in her palms. She didn't understand why such a hot thing only burned a little of the potato's skin.

Flames appeared on Yan Qiao's fingers, "Look, this is the ultimate goal of the fire control technique."

After she finished speaking, the potatoes in front of her turned into ashes and disappeared, "This is the knife you want to use."

She smiled slightly and said, "Time is too tight. Every lesson I will teach will be very lethal spells, but I want you to remember to never use them to harm innocent people."

Luo Yixiu spoke loudly, "Teacher, don't worry, every one of our students in the Xuanxuan Academy has sworn an oath."

"You can practice slowly on your own. If you don't understand anything, you can ask me. My contact information is in the teacher's information." After she finished speaking, the bell rang for the end of get out of class outside, and Yan Qiao waved to them and turned to leave.

After she left, the discussion became more intense. Everyone's eyes were shining. Zou Mianmian patted the table, "Okay, okay, let's continue practicing. Don't forget the responsibilities we bear, Teacher Yan."

Please try your best to teach us individually. Our starting point is not as high as that of our junior students. This exchange meeting cannot let them down!"

"Can't be disappointed!" they said loudly, and Teacher Fang and Teacher Yu, who came over to see them, showed a smile of relief.

Yan Qiao walked through the green shade and saw President Ke who had been waiting for him for a long time.

When President Ke saw Yan Qiao, he slightly cupped his hands and said, "Teacher Yan, thank you for your hard work."

Yan Qiao looked indifferent, "President Ke is too polite."

"Yes," President Ke turned sideways, "Please."

Yan Qiao walked into the library side by side with him. Mr. Fu was already drunk.

At this time, he stared at the two people who came over with misty eyes, "Hiccup~ Xiao Ke, hiccup~ why are you here..."

Yan Qiao saw the specialness in him at a glance, "Twins Induction Technique?"

Mr. Fu, who was still drunk and didn't know what the world was about, suddenly sobered up. He suddenly stood up and stared at Yan Qiao in front of him, "You, how do you know!"

"Mr. Fu, Mr. Fu, please calm down. This is the genius monk I talked about yesterday, Yan Qiao." President Ke made a sound in his heart, fearing that Yan Qiao would be uncomfortable.

Yan Qiao was not angry. She could see that the little old man in front of her had no ill intentions. "I can solve this technique for you."

Mr. Fu sat down and said, "Yan Qiao, why haven't I heard of it before?"

"Of course you haven't heard of it. I used to escape from the world with my master, and I just came out of the mountain recently." Yan Qiao made nonsense.

Mr. Fu frowned and muttered in a low voice, "With such a high level of cultivation, why didn't you think of going to the supernatural society?"

"Because the purpose of coming down the mountain this time is all because of the words left by Master when he ascended. Metaphysics is in decline and Xuanyuan is in danger. I do have a purpose. My purpose is to carry forward metaphysics and strengthen the inheritance." Her tone revealed a sense of confidence and pride.

, "I believe that the disciples of Xuanyang Sect will never lose here."

"My little friend was born in the Xuanyang Sect?" Mr. Fu put down the wine bottle, "It is a novel sect. Your master's ascension should have been before the great disaster."

Yan Qiao acquiesced that he couldn't say that he was from another sect.

Mr. Fu smiled and said, "That's all. I can see that you have a pure heart and focus on inheritance. I won't be such a bad person. From now on, you can enter and exit the collection room at will. If you can really restore the inheritance, you

He is the benefactor of me, Mr. Fu, and even the whole Xuanyuan."

Yan Qiao shook his head when he heard this, "Mr. Fu is wrong. As a monk, this is my duty."

"Hahahaha," Mr. Fu looked up to the sky and laughed, "Sure enough, my old man is lagging behind, good boy, good boy." He narrowed his eyes with a smile, and his cheeks turned a little rosy.

Yan Qiao walked into the collection room, and President Ke sat outside chatting with Mr. Fu.

"Where did you find this little genius? He is highly cultivated but not arrogant, and he has good intentions but is not lacking in arrogance," Mr. Fu said very highly.

"Maybe God can't bear to see it, and it has given us a hope." President Ke said with a smile.

Mr. Fu laughed and said, "I have already finished my life, but you are right. Maybe there is hope this time."

"In the morning, people from the supernatural society attacked her. She destroyed the magic weapon, broke her wrist, and then sent her away." President Ke said suddenly.

When Mr. Fu heard this, he thought deeply, "It seems that some people with supernatural abilities don't want me to get up."

"This is a monk," President Ke sighed, "Looking at the attack techniques, they should have been taught by those ancestors."

Mr. Fu chuckled, "The superpower club is very ambitious."

Yan Qiao stepped into the collection room and pulled out a book. After reading it for a few times, she realized something was wrong. The spells in it were similar to most of the ones in circulation in the original world, but these formulas had no effect when recited.

Just like pearls that have been wiped dry but are still dull, Yan Qiao kept doing this after turning over several pages. She switched to her own spells and found that there were no restrictions, but Xuanyuan's spells just couldn't do the same spells.

She stared at these words and slowly realized something was wrong...
Chapter completed!