While Yunzheng was waiting, she took out a small bench from the storage space, then sat down gracefully, resting her chin on one hand, waiting for them to come up without interest.
After sitting for a while, no one came up.
Yunzheng felt a little thirsty, so she took out a red spiritual fruit from the Fengxing space. It looked plump and juicy.
She bit the spiritual fruit while looking at the people below.
Crisp and crunchy.
Old students: "..."
Is it really okay if you don't act nervous?
About a quarter of an hour later, Feng Xinglan climbed up with his clothes a little messy. When he saw Yunzheng, he was obviously in a hurry.
He quickly gathered his coat that exposed one side of his collarbone.
It seemed that he was afraid that Yunzheng would covet his beauty.
Yunzheng suddenly felt that the spiritual fruit in her hand was no longer sweet.
At this time, Feng Xinglan regained his composure and nodded slightly to her, "When did you successfully climb up?"
Yunzheng took a bite of the spirit fruit, smiled and said, "I just came here not long ago."
"I heard that you are a full cultivator?"
"Not entirely."
"Yun Zheng is from the same sect. If you have time, you can make an appointment in the arena."
When she heard "Yuzheng is from the same school", she felt awkward in her heart.
Make an appointment in the ring?!
Could it be that he wants to challenge himself? Is it really okay for him to bully others with his high level of cultivation?
Yunzheng thought about it for a while, lowered her eyebrows and said sadly: "I am a weak woman with no strength to tie a chicken, I am afraid that I will not be able to compete in the same arena as you for the time being."
Feng Xinglan's eyes twitched. He had heard that the most violent among the freshmen in this class was a girl named Yunzheng.
Moreover, he also saw her name soar to the top of the standings twice...
Her formation skills are also excellent, and she can also throw the seemingly extremely heavy rectangular iron plate with her bare hands on the Stone Bridge Road.
No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t look like you are helpless!
As for her appearance, she is indeed pretty.
Feng Xinglan fell silent.
He rarely interacts with people. Are all the geniuses nowadays so humble?
"I see you have been standing all the time. Aren't you tired? Come on, let me lend you a small bench."
Yunzheng said, taking out a small bench from the storage space. This small bench can be said to be 'petite and exquisite', with a height of only about 20 centimeters.
"then."
Yunzheng threw the small stool to Feng Xinglan, and he subconsciously took it.
Looking down at this "petite and exquisite" wooden bench, I fell into deep thought.
Is there such a small bench in Dongzhou?
Yunzheng looked at him and said, "Sit down, you're welcome, I won't charge you."
Feng Xinglan was a little hesitant. When she interrupted him, he subconsciously put down the small bench and sat down solemnly.
The small bench is too small and a bit heavy on the buttocks.
Feng Xinglan thought so in his heart.
Yunzheng looked at his expressionless face with a hint of confusion and uneasiness, and his long legs were spread out a little awkwardly.
Yunzheng: "..." It seems that he didn't take his height and body shape into consideration.
He is a head and a half taller than me...
When the old students saw such a magical scene, they felt like they were beeping.
You can imagine that a cold and handsome swordsman who is cold and distant is actually sitting on a small and low bench, with no place for his two long legs, which is inexplicably weird and joyful.
"I feel inexplicably happy..." An old student considered the words for a moment and said slowly.
A woman bit her lip and interrupted sadly: "You're so happy, my Prince Feng Xinglan, why do you want to listen to that Yunzheng? Don't sit down, it will damage your majestic and domineering image!"
"My Prince Feng, no matter what you are like, I like you."
"Prince Feng is mine!"
"..."
Feng Xinglan's admirers argued endlessly.
Here, before Feng Xinglan could fully adapt, another person climbed up.
The young man dressed in black clothes had regular features but a hint of evil. The light brown tear mole under the corner of his left eye added a touch of charm to him. When he raised his lips and smiled, the young man was full of high spirits, and with just one glance, he
It will make people fall into it.
"Hey, you two are so fast." Mo Jing said with a smile.
Feng Xinglan: "You're not bad either."
Yunzheng said with a smile: "I just came here too."
Feng Xinglan turned to look at her, with a hint of doubt in his eyes, as if she had said the same thing just now.
Only then did Mo Jing realize that they were both sitting on small benches.
And the small bench looks familiar.
He said: "I seem to have seen this kind of small bench."
Yunzheng's heart tightened.
Oops, I used this little bench before when I was with Mo Jing.
When Feng Xinglan heard Mo Jing's words, he immediately felt a little ignorant. He was originally wondering how there could be such a small and exquisite bench.
But I didn't expect that Mo Jing also knew him.
It seems that he still doesn't know enough.
"So you also know this kind of bench." Feng Xinglan said.
also?
Does Feng Xinglan also know this kind of small bench? It seems that this kind of small bench is quite popular, even Feng Xinglan, who has always been an idiot in life, knows about it.
Just now, when he saw the small bench, Mo Jing originally suspected that Yunzheng was the younger sister of 'Ayun'.
Now, it has been cancelled.
"Miss Yunzheng, can you lend me a small bench?" Mo Jing stretched out his hand toward Yunzheng.
Yunzheng was still trembling in fear that Mo Jing would discover her identity, but suddenly she realized that the matter seemed to have been resolved.
She didn't know that Mo Jing and Feng Xinglan relied on their brains to reconcile things for her.
She looked at Mo Jing's big hands in front of her, which were exactly the same as in her memory during the training.
Just reach out!
Yunzheng's eyes twitched and handed him a small bench.
Mo Jing immediately smiled and said, "Thank you, Miss Yunzheng."
Different from Feng Xinglan's cramped posture, Mo Jing's sitting posture is quite free and uninhibited, and his proficiency in sitting posture makes people can't help but suspect that there is something fishy in it.
Old students: "...Why is there another person sitting on the bench?"
Looking at it this way, three people are sitting in a row, eating fruit.
However, the old students found that every time a new student came up, the new student would politely borrow a small bench from Yunzheng, as if he was a stranger if he didn't sit on the small bench.
"What's going on? It's so weird. Did this violent maniac give them some incense?" someone murmured.
"It's strange, it's strange. Strange things happen every year, but this year there are especially many."
So, as time passed, everyone could only see rows of freshmen sitting on small benches at the top of the mountain, eating spiritual fruits, and occasionally turning to each other to chat.
Happy race to the gods.
It was completely different from their exhausted expressions at that time.
Such a comparison made all the old students blush.
"No, I can't stand them. I'll show them my fists later. If I don't beat them up, I won't be convinced."
"It's coming soon. We'll be on stage soon. Don't rush."
"They passed so smoothly. It's not easy to get into the Tianban class. It's time for these little kids to show their strength as senior brothers and sisters."
"Don't talk about suppressing the strength to the first level of the Lingzong. Even if you are the Linghuang, I am confident that I can beat these freshmen until they scream."
"It's best to beat them until they cry to the ground, hahaha..."
The old students, brothers and sisters looked at each other, and then showed a sinister smile of unity.