Above the Thousand Tribes Elf Tower, in an invisible floating island, a woman who claims to be a wind spirit sat at home watching what had just happened.

When the Fengling Silkworm was born, there was a light curtain on the green tray sapling that was gnawing, and what had just happened in the training hall was playing.

In addition to Feng Ling, there are two other beautiful women in the room.

One is a royal lady with beautiful long red hair, and the other is an exquisite girl with short blue hair. The three of them sat on a chair and looked at the light curtain. Now they just happened to see Zhaohua using magic tools to block the dead.

"It can remain strong, it can not fly. It has never said that it wants to become stronger. This is just our wishful thinking. Since it does not want to become stronger, it just wants to stay in the cocoon forever, let it go. I will protect it!" Zhaohua's voice came from the light curtain.

Hearing Zhao Hua's voice, a strange light flashed in Feng Ling's eyes.

The girl with short-haired blue hair was the first to speak: "This human is very similar to you, and she can't make up her mind."

The reason why Feng Ling asked Zhaohua to force Feng Lingyan was because she couldn't do it herself. She would be soft-hearted every time she reached a critical moment. But she didn't expect that Zhaohua would be the same.

Feng Ling waved his hand and turned off the light curtain. The screen played by the light curtain was not something that just happened, it was recorded rather than live broadcast. Zhaohua is probably already eating crayfish.

"Do you want to terminate the contract?" the red-haired royal sister asked coldly.

Feng Ling shook her head after pondering for a moment, and said nothing. Although she understood that if she continued like this, the Feng Ling Silkworm would probably be like this for the rest of her life and would not be able to become a real elf, she finally decided to let the Feng Ling Silkworm stay by Zhaohua's side.

When Zhaohua's strength is improved to the intermediate level mage, the role of the Feng Ling Silkworm will be minimal, and it will not be too late to be eliminated.

"Let it go with the flow. If you can become an elves so easily, there wouldn't be so many creatures that are still wandering around and unable to break through."

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"Sha, Siha, my god, it's so spicy, it's so spicy, is this really slightly spicy? You said, why are you a demon so spicy?!" Zhao Hua's mouth was already red with spicy redness. Ice water and ice milk could not relieve his pain.

On the contrary, Ji Shaoji and Feng Ling Silkworm ate so happily. Ji Shaoji peeled off a crayfish and sucked it and ate it. There was still time for Feng Ling Silkworm to peel one too.

Zhaohua also didn't expect that Feng Yinling actually likes spicy food. Although it is indeed delicious, it is spicy. It is obvious that the evil spirits also have white cut chicken, honey sauce, barbecued pork, duck, braised pigeon cheese, baked lobster porridge, boiled fish, coconut chicken, iron plate, bullfrog, beef balls, salt baked chicken stuffed tofu, plum vegetable, buttoned pork, gourmet, crab roe, fried rice, shrimp dumplings, chicken feet, gold belly, so many delicious ones, although they are indeed delicious.

[Because it tastes delicious.] Ji Shaoji's words are all over the place because he is too lazy to write "天" and continues to open and eat on the table.

Although Zhaohua couldn't help but eat a little, the shrimp shell mountain in front of her was eaten by Ji Shaoji and Feng Ling Silkworm one by one. After Ji Shaoji and Feng Ling Silkworm were able to make her move, she leaned back to the sofa, and she rolled her eyes.

"You eat so much, be careful not to sleep at night. We will be the first to play tomorrow. Don't expect to count on me. I have no combat power." Zhaohua said to Ji Shao who was overeating.

[Don't worry, wrap it on me.] Ji Shaoji wrote in his painting book.

There were four players in the selection competition, and Lin Mo was missing one player, but they were not worried about this. If it weren't for the school's insistence on a group of four, they actually wanted to fight three to four, or to be precise, one to four.

Monday, a day that makes all student and working parties desperate.

"Well, let me introduce you to you. This is Xiangluo, the tenth-ranked student in the school." Lin Mo introduced Zhaohua and Ji Shaoji.

In the evening, Zhaohua and Ji Shaoyu received Lin Mo's WeChat message, saying that they would go to the breakfast shop in the morning and that they would introduce the last team member to everyone to know.

"Hello, Ji Shaoji, my name is Xiangluo."

Zhaohua shook his head helplessly. When he saw Xianglu, he understood why Lin Mo had not introduced who the last member was. Xianglu is a light-type mage, the strongest light-type mage in the second grade of high school, but just like the gentle words of the City Demon Hunting Team, the light-type magic at the first-level second-level level is useless at all, and no team wants her.

Moreover, Xiangluo is one of the four major school beauties of No. 1 Middle School. She looks sweet and charming, with a waterfall with black hair and waist, big eyes, and a smile that gives people a warm feeling. She is also Lin Mo's crush.

Lin Mo is also a veteran in love, and Zhaohua didn't expect that he would be hit one day, and he was really sincere.

[Hello, Xiangluo.] Ji Shaoji wrote.

Lin Mo pulled Zhaohua aside and whispered: "Well, it doesn't matter if I pull a light-based one."

Lin Mo was a little worried. He was already dragging his back. Now, he was a little disappointed to pull up another one for his own reasons.

Zhaohua spread his hands and said, as long as you like it.

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On the first day of the next semester, after the routine speech under the flag of the principal of the country was completed, the first group of selection battles immediately began.

There are 13 classes in No. 1 Middle School this year with 650 students, but not every student will participate in this selection, because the candidates for the Four Cities League are selected. Many people are still a little self-aware and naturally they will not participate, and this is not mandatory.

Some students participated in order to show off and try the feeling of magical battles, with all kinds of reasons.

The director of the teaching director stood on the school podium and said, "I would like to invite Ji Shaoji, who ranked first in the grades, Xiangluo, who ranked tenth, Lin Mo, who ranked second in the hundred and seventy-one, and Zhaohua, who ranked special candidate."

The first group is definitely ranked first, and the opponent is randomly drawn.

"Huh? Xiangluo! How could she join Ji Shaoyu which group?" Some students were surprised when they heard the director's reading.

"What's so strange about this? One is the first and the other is the tenth. According to me, this is the normal team formation. Well, I don't know what's behind it. One is more than two hundred, and the other is a waste summoner. It's really better to tie a dog than him." Some of them are sour. Many of them have wanted to join Ji Shaoyu's team. If they are selected, there will be too many benefits. If they have a great god, who doesn't want it?

If you see that it is not yourself, how can you not be sour?

"You don't know. I heard that Sang Luo was going to join Deng Le's team."

"Deng Le? You think too much, okay, will he let a light system join? Although the second-level light system is not useless, compared with other systems, it is really much worse in combat."

"Hey, no, why did I hear that Deng Le was pursuing Sanglao, so she would let Sanglao join, as if she was going to lead her to win."

"You only win with Deng Le and the others? You're afraid you haven't seen what the undead system is. When Ji Shao was in the first year of high school, he was at the school gate. When the undead came out, Deng Le had to wet his pants. In the end, he had to rely on his cousin to come forward to settle it. I heard that Deng Le set up a few tables and wine for Zhaohua, so people didn't care, otherwise they would have all the ashes."

During the lively discussion below, the formation was already established on the field, and Zhaohua and his opponents were all students ranked more than 100.

"The match is up until the time comes, don't hurt your life. You must stop calling for surrender...Okay... The match begins!"

In addition to the teaching director, two teachers stood aside and watched. They had not reached the intermediate level, and they were still at the primary level and had a third level of cultivation.

The sound of the game began fell, and the four people on the opposite side immediately lit up colorful magic lights, wind, water, soil, and wind.

On the other hand, except Ji Shaoyu and Xiangluo, Zhaohua and Lin Mo did not take action, but instead watched the show.
Chapter completed!