There are few students in the art school, and the courses in a few years are only about twenty.

The top mentors arranged them all sent out Pili Beads to send emergency signals, and an older man was tirelessly talking about a series of situations that he needed to pay attention to after entering the earth.

Xing Lian stood at the end of the crowd, rolled his eyes, stretched his waist, looked at Sifeng Beiling, who was fighting with several female students in the special college, and turned to find the whereabouts of Sifeng Jingyue.

The woman was probably extremely excited about entering the dark land for the first time and kept asking questions from a senior in the college.

"Oh, you are not afraid of death. You can't even condense the mysterious spiritual power, so you dare to run into this team?" As you were spinning around, a faint female voice came from the side. When you looked back, it was Zhang Qin'er from her classmate's room.

"Hey, isn't this the number one in our vocational college? Why did you come here? How much did you spend this time with money?"

As soon as Zhang Qin'er finished speaking, Si Fengjingyue, who was fighting with other students, immediately came up, slammed her bones and spoke quietly.

Zhang Qin'er sneered, "Of course, she can't be as powerful as the princess. She can even bring in a waste. Don't be dragged down at that time."

The word "waste" is extremely pissing, but Si Feng Jingyue, who had been used to it, lost her anger at the time, and she smiled softly, "Miss Zhang is better off scattering her daughter. Please help these seniors, don't be able to come back then."

While the two were talking, Xing Lian noticed that Sifeng Beiling was looking at this side.

The two of them knew about Zhang Qiner and Qiao Ningxi's collusion. Only Si Fengjingyue was the only woman who was looking for trouble and was extremely sarcastic. If she knew that Zhang Qiner's purpose was to eliminate Xinglian, she was afraid that she would not have to speak at this moment, but instead took action.

Not far away, Qiao Ningxi kept watching all this coldly, with a faint smile on the corners of her lips, and a long blue and white gown floating in the wind. Among the twenty or so students in the Art Academy, she was like a goddess descending to earth, attracting attention.

She has always been a scenery in the eyes of others, so she will never forget to show off her best condition at any moment.

"Ning Xi, that's your sister, right?" A man next to him asked when he saw her keep looking at Xing Lian's direction.

Qiao Ningxi's eyes flashed, and she turned around. The smile on her lips was sweet. "It's my sister. She was born to be unable to condense the power of the mysterious spirit. Although she barely entered the school... But if she wanted to enter this dark earth..." After a pause, a hint of embarrassment flashed across her face. After a moment, she spoke with a little sincerity again, "If you meet it inside, please take care of it. Ning Xi is grateful."

Xing Lian stood at the end from afar, and listened to a word of this sentence. He couldn't help but sneer in his heart. Qiao Ningxi is much more connotative than Qiao Shiman's vase.

She actually looked forward to the future fight.

The boy next to Qiao Ningxi sighed, but a waste insisted on entering this famous academy in the world, and had to rely on his sister to take care of him in various ways. He knew that he was not qualified, but he had no self-knowledge at all. It was really shameless.
Chapter completed!