In just two days, the name Wang Luo spread like a strong wind throughout the entire North District of Fallen Academy, and almost everyone knew about it.
In two days, Wang Luo used only the two magics of Earth Mist and Earth Thorn to defeat all the freshmen who came to challenge him. Wang Luo became a popular figure among the freshmen, and was even hailed as the King of Freshmen by some freshmen.
At this time, the newborn king was sitting cross-legged in the room with a frown on his face. This was the sixth night he had seen Qi'er, but Wang Luo still couldn't get rid of Qi'er's figure in his mind, and instead got deeper and deeper into it.
Whenever Wang Luo concentrates on practicing, Qi'er's figure will always flash in his mind, making various provocative movements, burning Wang Luo's body, distracting Wang Luo's attention, and making him unable to continue.
Concentrate on practicing.
If it weren't for his strong mental power, coupled with the fact that in his previous life, he was dragged by his boss to watch countless adult movies and go to barber shops many times, Wang Luo felt that he would definitely be seduced by the graceful figure in his mind and become possessed.
, exploded and died.
Even so, Wang Luo was still a little uncontrollable, especially when he saw Qi'er's figure in his mind for the first time. Wang Luo almost finished playing at that time. Fortunately, he finally gritted his teeth and got rid of the fantasy and woke up from practice. When he woke up
When he came, he realized that his body was covered in cold sweat.
"The book says that you need to be relaxed and relaxed in your cultivation. Could it be that I am too nervous in my daily cultivation, so I have hallucinations and depression? Books are just books, and not all problems can be solved. It would be great if there is a teacher I can ask!"
Wang Luo, who was speechless, muttered and lay down on the bed, thinking about how to solve this problem: He didn't want to go to Teacher Geda's place. There are other courses to be held when school starts tomorrow. He can ask other teachers, but this matter
It seems like I can't say it out loud, what if I'm just irritating myself...
"Wang Luo, Qier misses you. Have you missed Qier?"
Looking at the charming face in his arms, and the red lips that opened and closed, Wang Luo smiled slightly, kissed him fiercely, and kept rubbing his hands on his waist, slowly moving down...
"Well, you are good or bad..."
Suddenly she felt her buttocks being pinched by a hand. Qi'er's pretty face turned red and she let out a cry of spring. Her little hand weakly patted Wang Luo's chest and then slipped down. Unknowingly or not, the weak and boneless little hand just happened to fall.
On a certain tent.
"Qier, come, let me teach you..."
Wang Luo, who couldn't let go of his lust, grabbed Qi'er's hand and brought it to the side of the ferocious little snake. He held him and made piston movements up and down, letting out a lingering hum from his mouth.
"Yes, Qi'er, that's it, if you go faster..."
Wang Luo, who felt so comfortable all over, kept guiding Qi'er. Suddenly, Wang Luo suddenly jumped on Qi'er's body, one hand climbed up to the soft chest, and the other slowly slid down.
"ah--"
Suddenly, Wang Luo felt that he touched an Optimus Prime, let out a surprised cry, and woke up with a jolt.
The moon still hung quietly in the sky, casting wisps of silver light into the room, and at the same time onto the person who suddenly woke up in the room. The cold sweat on his forehead was bathed in the moonlight and sparkled.
"Damn it, why do I dream about Qi Er even when I sleep, and also dream about myself and him..."
Shaking his head, Wang Luo stopped thinking and looked at the disappearing bulge on his lower body. He blinked and saw that the piece of cloth was still dry. Wang Luo knew that he was right.
"Spring Dream Wuhen, this is the real Spring Dream Wuhen!"
Shaking his head and muttering something to himself, Wang Luo straightened his clothes a little, walked out of the room, stood in the yard, looking at the full moon in the sky, a bone sword appeared in Wang Luo's hand, and the bone sword he waved glowed under the cold moonlight.
A faint trace of blood.
Shadow Ghost, the killer's top swordsmanship. Although Wang Luo has only been practicing swordsmanship for a short time, he can still perform it decently. In the dark and quiet courtyard, Wang Luo was like a ghost, swallowing the long tongue in his mouth without making any sound.
The sound harvests the cold moonlight.
Swish, swish, swish...
The speed of waving the bone sword suddenly accelerated, making bursts of wind-breaking sounds. Shadow Ghost quietly switched to the golden sword technique, which was open and closed, both offensive and defensive, with extraordinary momentum. It was also a superb sword technique. Unfortunately, Wang Luo didn't like it, and rarely did he.
practise.
Swish——
The dancing bone sword suddenly broke away from Wang Luo's hand without warning and shot straight towards the door, making bursts of screams.
"The swordsmanship of the Jinge family will never be passed on to anyone else. Only the secret guards who are loyal to the Jinge family have the opportunity to practice the Shadow Ghost, but you know both swordsmanship!"
Under the moonlight, a man dressed in white walked out slowly, holding a bone sword between the index and middle fingers of his right hand. He looked meaningfully at the young man in the courtyard and continued to speak unhurriedly.
"The Jinge family was wiped out overnight ten years ago. It is said that only the newly born son of the head of the Jin family escaped by chance, and his whereabouts are still unknown. What if someone suddenly appeared with two of the top swordsmanship skills of the Jinge family?
The age happens to be about ten years old, what will happen?"
"Huh, dead people can't talk!"
Seeing the extraordinary handsomeness of the man in white, his free and uninhibited handsome face, and the opening and closing of his red lips, the scene in the dream unstoppably appeared in my mind again, and I felt an inexplicable irritability in my heart. After a cold snort,
, pounced directly on the man in white.
"You are still young, but your tone is not small. Then I will take a look at the fighting spirit of the current descendants of the Jinge family for free!"
Seeing the small figure attacking him, the man in white smiled unchanged and spoke unhurriedly while casually looking at the fist that was getting closer and closer to him.
Seeing that the man in white on the opposite side showed no signs of evading, Wang Luo's lips burst into a sneer, his speed suddenly increased, and he headed straight for Huanglong.
Bang...
After being stunned for a moment, the man in white reacted, but his reaction was still a little late. He was knocked back by a punch, and then he was approached by a ghost like ghost, and the two started fighting.
"How is it possible? You actually reached the peak of level six!"
Seeing the young man flashing around him and attacking various parts of his body with cunning punches, the man in white showed a look of surprise that he couldn't hide. He asked in shock, but the answer he got was a sky full of fists.
"There is no gold fighting spirit in your body. You are not from the Jinge family. Who are you?"
The man in white returned to calm, and suddenly found that the young man who attacked him, although he was stepping on the Shadow Ghost Step of the Jinge family, there was no fluctuation of fighting spirit in his body. He asked again in surprise, but the result was still full of anger.
fist.
"snort!"
Seeing that the young man was still attacking him mercilessly, the man in white let out a cold snort and stopped avoiding. A blue light emitted from his right hand and he met the young man's fist again...