Fire-breathing flying dragon? It's still a female! Feng Qinglang's chewing speed also slowed down a little. Then, he felt the gaze on him. When he turned his head, he could see Nan Xinghun's burning gaze.

The two just looked at each other and then looked away.

There was a young master here who had been silent before, and finally couldn't help but said: "I tell you guys, don't listen to those rumors. I heard from a distant relative that the Poison Dragon Legion was destroyed that night by one person, single-handedly, using magic.

The pattern pattern blocked the poisonous dragon's exit, and then...slaughtered!" In order to enhance his persuasiveness, when he said "slaughter", he also gestured hard at his throat.

Seeing that everyone's attention was attracted, the young master smiled with satisfaction and continued: "Later, the guardian of the sharp wind, Luo Minhao, led more than twenty real martial arts experts to rescue him. Who knew that man was really amazing? He was unscathed.

He broke out of the siege and made Luo Minhao very embarrassed..."

Finally someone couldn't help but ask: "How do your distant relatives know so clearly?"

The young master said: "Because his ancestor was one of the powerful ones who came later."

"..." This immediately caused a small boo.

This statement was too unrealistic and not in line with everyone's aesthetics, so I returned to the fire-breathing flying dragon and continued to perfect the details of each component of the flying dragon.

The topic of Poison Dragon being wiped out continued for a while, and another person said: "Actually, some time ago, there was something very sensational. Have you all heard of the Innocence City in our Stigmata Maple Forest Region?"

"Of course, that's where all the scoundrels gather!"

"Well, it can be called a terrifying place where personality has no lower limit and force value has no upper limit."

"Very good, you've heard of it before! The latest news has been reported over there recently. The Innocence City was almost massacred!"

Everyone suddenly gasped, and even the surrounding area became very quiet. The Innocence City Alliance is a well-known force on the mainland, and Innocence City itself is composed of various wanted criminals, bounty hunters and other personnel.

, and he was almost massacred...

The man was very satisfied with the effect of the scene and continued: "Yes! This is definitely true, and it was definitely done by one person, because too many people witnessed it with their own eyes. He is known as the number one true martial artist in Fenglin District. Fenglin is not guilty.

The guardian of the city, Cheng Siwei, was chased and beaten by that man in the air during this massacre of the city, and he had no power to fight back!"

Everyone was in an uproar again. Even among them, Cheng Siwei was considered a somewhat famous figure.

"real or fake?"

"Of course it's true. Our family is engaged in intelligence, especially the news from the west. It's all first-hand. Soon you will also hear it..."

"What happened next?"

"Later, many organizations and institutions intervened in this incident to investigate, and they found out that that person was the most wanted criminal of multiple forces! Hey, the most wanted criminal can live happily for so long, what kind of strength does that have to him?"

"What force is as good as the Innocence City?"

The man looked disdainful and whispered: "Innocent City? In the long list of wanted forces, it would be nice to be in the middle! In that list, the Di Dynasty and the Dragon Clan ranked first or second

alliance!"

Everyone gasped again. Even if these two forces came from a very distant continent, describing the feeling of hearing their names as thunderous is not enough to express one ten thousandth of the shock. That is legendary.

legend.

"Where is that person?"

"Who knew? If I knew, I would be rich!"

"..."

Feng Qinglang couldn't help but smile and thought to herself, that person is eating with you and listening to your nonsense!

Mingguang Academy is located in the Luoyun Mountains in the southeast of Obsidian Principality. The rugged mountain roads of this mountain range seem to be the twists and turns of the lifeline of the academy...

Thousands of years ago, it was the first academy of the Guangming Dynasty. With the disintegration of the Guangming Dynasty, it also embarked on the path of decline.

From a dynasty-level college, downgraded to an empire-level college, then downgraded to a kingdom-level, and then to the principality-level in the past hundred years...

The Stigma Academy Alliance's rating for it also dropped from the heavenly level, to the earthly level, and then to the human level...

Only the dazzling five stars in the humanistic evaluation column can remind people that Mingguang Academy once produced countless world-famous people.

With the decline of Mingguang Academy, the most legendary one is the sculpture of Zuo Mo, the founder of Mingguang Academy. The hundred-meter-high marble statue was constantly relocated as Mingguang Academy continued to move its campus. Usually in order to save manpower and material resources, it was relocated.

It was the dean at that time who brought two or three powerful men to carry the sculpture over mountains and ridges, flying thousands of miles, which often became a joke. There were really very few porters above the true martial arts level.

Today, this huge sculpture is at the foot of the Luoyun Mountains, right in front of all the candidates.

Nan Xinghun sighed softly: "Qinglang, do you think today, many years from now, will become an anniversary?"

Feng Qinglang smiled. He understood Xinghun's train of thought, but was too lazy to follow. Instead, Nan Yong responded: "Why, Master?"

Nan Xinghun was very satisfied with Nan Yong's succession. He turned around and squinted his eyes and smiled: "Because today is the day to enter their Mingguang Academy! Perhaps, their history will be different from now on. If we say that the day when Zuo Mo founded Mingguang Academy,

For their school anniversary, then, it will be a bright day for Xinghun to enter their school, for their revitalization. Maybe in the future, today will be called the Revitalization Festival..."

Nan Xinghun became more and more intoxicated as he talked. Feng Qinglang had already run ahead to read the words on the base of the sculpture, while Nan Yong blinked hard and tried to follow the young master's thoughts.

At this time, Situ Weiyang strode over and said with a smile: "Everything has been arranged, our names are already in the interview queue!"

"..."

There were huge crowds of people all around, especially around the registration point. Being able to queue up showed that Situ Weiyang had really put in the effort. Nan Xinghun nodded and thanked him. Then he looked back to Feng Qinglang and found that he had squeezed deep into the crowd area at the base of the sculpture.

The text on the base is unremarkable. It is nothing more than describing the earth-shattering deeds of sage Zuo Mo in extremely gorgeous words. In this description, Zuo Mo has been a person who respects the old and loves the young since he was a child, and has a heart for the common people, and his force value has reached unlimited levels early.

In this state, I almost never make mistakes in my life. The model of a perfect person is basically like this.

Feng Qinglang quickly skimmed through it. He never believed that such a perfect person existed. Zuo Mo would not be such a perfect person, and neither would any great man.

His focus was on the line of small characters in the lower right corner. It was very inconspicuous, and the font was not colored. Moreover, the handwriting was completely different from the beautiful calligraphy of the main text. Such characters could even be said to be a bit ugly, but the font was unusually profound, with iron paintings and silver hooks.

He naturally exuded a strong and domineering aura.

Most of the candidates only focused on the main text, and some even put their feet up and tried to touch Zuo Moxian's toes, so not many people were interested in the small corner on the lower right corner of the base.

Feng Qinglang looked carefully and saw that the words were very simple:

If you raise your head, the law is above your head; if you lower your head, the law is under your feet.

Feng Qinglang's heart moved slightly. This meaning was very close to a rebellious idea in his heart. When you raise your head piously and pray for a certain law to come and resonate, the law will only dismiss you. But in fact, as long as you use a normal heart

Face it, the law is always around you, even under your feet. You can feel it at any time, without being humble, let alone looking up.

This line of text is different from the ending of the introduction of the text. The end of the text is signed by a certain literary master, but there is nothing at the end of this line of text. At first glance, it looks more like graffiti by the engineering team who made this sculpture to leave their name firmly.

.

But the more Feng Qinglang looks at it, the more interesting it becomes. This principle can even be extended to life. Many illusory pursuits, if you raise your head, they are out of reach, but when you lower your head and keep your feet on the ground, maybe one day, they will come naturally.

All around you, fame, wealth and power are crawling under your feet.

But soon, Feng Qinglang burst into laughter again. It is indeed possible that this line of writing was written by the sage Zuo Mo himself, but it may also be that the sculptor was dissatisfied with this huge project and specially found an inconspicuous place to carve it.

Come to vent your anger.

Hey, that’s not right!

Feng Qinglang squatted down and traced the font with his fingers. As the strokes were drawn down, he understood in his heart that the font of the main text was carved, but this line of characters was handwritten.

Being able to write on marble can be easily accomplished by all law masters at the Zhenwu level, but to be able to do so fluently depends on one's personal attainments.

Feng Qinglang couldn't help but pecked the stone with his fingers. There was no trace at all, which really shocked him.
Chapter completed!