"Fight at the Academy?" Leng Xiaoran said a word that made him feel a little strange about it, "What is it?" Leng Xiaoran asked Bai Ling'er in front of him.
Bai Ling'er smiled sweetly, revealing a sunny angel-like smile. A white long robe wrapped his body tightly. A faint fragrance came from her petite body. "Well..." Bai Ling'er pursed her lips cutely, and then said: "It's a competition for colleges in various parts of the mainland, so ten people need to be selected to form a team to participate in the competition." I simply explained this matter clearly, and Leng Xiaoran nodded when he heard it, and said: "I know this matter, but for us, although it is a rare experience, once it is too grand, it may not be a good thing." Leng Xiaoran frowned.
"The West is not as good as the East, but after all, it is the West, so their power cannot penetrate much. Even if there is one, so what if it is, our strength is not weak now. If you want to kill us, they will pay a heavy price. Although they don't know the situation in the East, it is not a time for the Holy Clan to take into account both the beginning and the end, so they can't take too much." Bai Ling'er's calm judgment made Leng Xiaoran nod at it.
"Well, whatever, these are not the key points. What I really need is often what we often ignore. Personal strength - in the East, it often becomes the key to something, let alone ten of us." Leng Xiaoran sat cross-legged on the bed and smiled faintly, but there was no coldness in his expression, just a faint warmth. I don't know what this felt, but it made Leng Xiaoran a little strange.
Bai Ling'er didn't feel any changes in Leng Xiaoran today, but for Leng Xiaoran's more and more words, this was also something that made Bai Ling'er happy. When she smiled in the morning, the smile of the sun panel was revealed again. Her smiling and narrowed eyes were like a pair of crescent moons, and she wanted to touch her.[
"You make the decision on this matter. I will accompany Mengmei first, but don't let her be floated away by that guy. Mengmei is the treasure among our ten holy sons." Bai Ling'er said exaggeratedly, then left happily like a lively angel.
"You have been cheerful for a long time..." Leng Xiaoran smiled faintly, watching Bai Ling'er leave, but she was thinking about this college battle. The battle between the colleges is often the battle between the top geniuses in the mainland, so...
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The battle of the college has already been reported in the inner court, and it is estimated that the outer court has caused an uproar, but the candidates for the battle are decided, so there is no way to choose the team members. However, even so, many students came to the dean's office and shouted indignantly: "Principal, I want to participate, please give me a chance."
Although this happens every few years, the hospital comes up with a solution and the team members are still determined, but the students can challenge, either by a single person or by a team. As long as you can defeat the team that is determined fairly, you may participate in the battle of the academy. This is a thrilling thing, so students with confidence often go over to find the abuse and the pleasure of being abused.
Not long after, Leng Xiaoran took out a stack of documents from the drawer, flipped it, and checked it, with a calm expression, as if it was reading novels and biography. However, Leng Xiaoran was reading the students in the inner courtyard who were on the list. One of them was Leng Xiaoran, who might not be able to use it as a result, probably had met. Then this person was Liu Yunsect, the number one in the inner courtyard. According to records, this guy entered this academy from China. Moreover, Leng Xiaoran even explored some deeper rumors. He heard that the Liu Yunsect was the descendant of the ancient Shu swordsmanship in China. This really made Leng Xiaoran feel slightly moved. The ancient Shu swordsmanship has disappeared in China for a long time. I believe that the relationship between the Liu Yunsect and the Shu Dao Sect is very ambiguous, and it is possible that he is a disciple of the Shu Dao Sect. In this way, Leng Xiaoran was indeed a little afraid in his heart. He heard that the Liu Yunsect's cultivation has reached the 12th level.
Leng Xiaoran flipped the documents and then looked at the next person. The second-ranked person was still the Orientals. This is why the Westerners in the inner courtyard did not like Orientals very much. "Liang Dao, Taoist priest?" Leng Xiaoran looked at the first two people with a faint smile. They were all Taoist priests. I don't know where this Liang Dao Master went. In short, according to the records, Liang Dao came from Taoist sect...
Then Leng Xiaoran turned the next page and there were indeed no more Oriental students. Leng Xiaoran glanced casually. Although those students could barely be described as amazing and beautiful, Leng Xiaoran still looked down on them. People with no potential, even if they are extremely talented, they are still an ant king living in the ant pile. For humans, how powerful you are, it is only a matter of one step.
However, there was a brief report that made Leng Xiaoran pay attention for a long time. The fifth person called Reis, who was called the Ghost of Lightning, why did he pay attention to chaos for a long time?
According to this report, Reis has the power of lightning that others do not have, which is the power of lightning. Leng Xiaoran knows that Westerners can use lightning power to be used by almost a handful of people. However, this student can use it, Leng Xiaoran seems to have a strange guess in his heart, but Leng Xiaoran is not sure. Another thing is that there seems to be a birthmark on the forehead of Reis, like lightning, which makes those ill-fated girls reveal their crazy ill-fated ill-fated ill-fated ill-fated ill-fated ill-fated ill-fated ill-fated ill-fated ill-fated ill-fated scattered lying around like a wandering soul, and rarely returns to the academy.
Even if you are in the academy, there are few companions, so the students in the inner courtyard rarely know what this mysterious guy is doing. Leng Xiaoran thought silently and developed a strong interest in this lightning ghost. However, Leng Xiaoran was also sure that he could not find him directly and asked: "Are you a member of the Thunder Arc tribe among the last descendants of the gods?" Such a polite but vigilant word, Leng Xiaoran naturally would not do it, so Leng Xiaoran threw away the document, then stretched his waist, and the spine joints were crackling like fried soybeans. It felt very comfortable...
It was a long time since Chen time. The sunshine in the sky was passing through the clouds, leaving a blue sky and a piece of leisurely white clouds. Leng Xiaoran slowly walked among the bushes in the inner courtyard alone. The natural atmosphere around made Leng Xiaoran feel comfortable and had the idea of resting on the trunks.
Leng Xiaoran jumped up and lay on a tall tree trunk, narrowing his eyes slightly, as if he was listening to the teachings of nature. However, soon after, Leng Xiaoran heard a different sound.
"When I first saw you, I engraved your face deeply in my heart. I always forget you. Although you look at my existence, it seems that you are deliberately avoiding me, but I don't care." A male voice came from Leng Xiao not far away. Leng Xiaoran shook his head and said, "You can solve it yourself..." Then Leng Xiaoran closed his eyes and fell asleep deeply, but Leng Xiaoran's brows occasionally wrinkled, as if he dreamed of something that made him very unhappy.
At that point, two black shadows met silently, one of them was standing, looking at the woman in front of him affectionately, but the woman didn't say a word, and even looked at the man in front of him coldly, as if unmoved.
The man's expression was a little dim, "I know you don't like me. But as I say, I just want to say what I think in my heart. Even if it makes you feel disgusted, I will feel a little relieved. At least you are still listening to me." The man smiled bitterly at the girl in front of him who made him excited. However, for some reason, was the girl in front of him who belonged to or did this girl just dislike him, and when facing him, he looked so cold that he looked at the corpse, which made him feel disheartened.
At the same time, the man also felt a little embarrassed. It seemed that the man confessed to the girl he liked for the first time and said what he said in his heart. However, in the face of this situation, this was a possibility that he did not expect. Perhaps he would think that the girl might also accept him, and a complex but messy psychological thought flashed in the dark shadow's heart.
However, at this time, the girl turned her head slightly and frowned and glared at the direction she was looking at. However, the man in front of her didn't seem to see it. She kept thinking about how to talk. However, what made the man sad was that he had little experience seemed to be seen. When he met alone, he was looked at by the girl in front of him. "I want to know why you are so cold to me. Although you usually look very cold, I can see that you are ignorant of your partner, whether Bai Ling'er or Shaying, even if it is Leng Xiaoran, the cold eyes reveal a look that I am puzzled." The leaves slowly fluttered under the wind, and then the sunlight in the gaps shimmered, and then shone on the man's face. It was His Highness Dark Moon. Although he was called His Highness, there were only a few hundred people behind him. To be honest, the word Your Highness is up to date.
Meng Mei in front of her was silent and silent. She looked at Anyue's rough confession calmly and pleasantly, feeling a little helpless, but she could not help him in her heart. She would bother herself? Sometimes she thought: "If you don't show up next to me, then will I secretly like Leng Xiaoran like an ordinary holy girl..."
If the dark moon could hear Meng Mei's words at this time, then the dark moon would probably go crazy. At this moment, Meng Mei really didn't take the dark moon seriously.[
And in one place, in the dark, a pair of watery eyes stared at the team of men and women without flashing. The cute face was full of smiles, but there was still a trace of worry in the depths of the smile. Bai Ling'er was still that cute and innocent little girl. Her whereabouts had long been seen through Meng Mei, but she still looked at the scene in front of her with a smile...