Chapter 123

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in the afternoon.

After class, Fengyu is ready to return to zizhufeng. She has not yet chosen a career, so she only attends classes in the literature hall in the ninth Hall of luoxingfeng.

All the way slowly, eyes stay on the edge of the road scenery, seems to appreciate the beauty, but her thoughts do not know where the drift.

Not far behind her, she stealthily followed a group of people and looked at her with great interest, occasionally whispering.

"Which hall do you think Miss Yun San is a new disciple?"

"I don't know. Ah, I didn't expect that Miss Yun San was so powerful that she easily defeated the 11th prince. I don't think that even if they really became relatives, the 11th Prince may not be able to live up to miss Yun San."

"Cut," another disciple said low, "the third young lady's head is really smart, but don't forget that our Haoyuan Empire respects martial arts. The third young lady is born with waste materials and can't practice. Even if she has a hundred mouths, can she resist the sword move of the eleventh Prince?"

"Oh, who can say it's not?" another disciple said, "it's useless. She's a scholar. Even though she's very talented, she has no ability to bind a chicken. If she really annoys the eleventh prince, the eleventh prince can send her back to heaven with one move. Unfortunately, uncle Yun's talent is amazing and gorgeous. How come the third lady hasn't inherited uncle Yun's martial arts talent at all?"

Feng Yu, who was walking in front of her, moved her ears and put all their whispers into her ears. Her lips started to smile and she was helpless. Although outsiders didn't know that she could practice, did she really look so weak?

Can Beiming Hao send her to heaven with one move?

Just when she felt funny, a sword suddenly fell on her face. The sword was sharp and shimmering. She subconsciously stepped back and looked up. She saw Du Jiang Xinyu standing in front of her with a sword.

First she looked at her in disbelief, then she got angry, bit her teeth and said, "ugly, you dare to tease Miss Ben, I don't want to kill you."

Finish saying words, then waved the spirit sword in the hand to stab past.

One of the disciples was puzzled and said, "it's strange that miss three can't practice without spiritual power? So how did she avoid the attack of younger martial sister Jiang just now? Don't you see anyone? "

The rest of the disciples shook their heads one after another. No one could see how Fengyu escaped, so it made them more curious. One of the disciples was not only curious, but also worried for Fengyu.

"Brothers, the third miss has no spiritual power. She must not be the opponent of younger martial sister Jiang. According to her insolent character, she was ridiculed by the third miss in class today. She will kill the third miss. Shall we help the third miss?"

"Here? Younger martial sister Jiang is a valuable member of the Secretary of the Ministry of war. We can't provoke her... "

The other disciples took Jiang Xinyu's identity into consideration, and no one dared to go out impulsively. Naturally, the proposed disciple did not have the courage, so they all waited and watched.

Feng Yu's lips sparked a sneer. As soon as she lifted her hand, a black fragment less than two inches appeared in the palm. When the sword in Jiang Xin's jade hand stabbed at her, her hand gently met her. A strange force was instantly sent out. In the blink of an eye, the spirit sword in Jiang Xin's jade hand cracked countless cracks.

Without any sign or any sound, her spirit sword broke; Jiang Xinyu's eyes widened and looked at the spirit sword in her hands in horror.

The next breath, countless pieces of debris will fall to the ground, just fell to the general, then turned into a pile of powder, the breeze micro motion, then completely disappeared, like smoke, no trace.

But Jiang Xinyu had only one hilt left in her hands. She couldn't believe it. She looked at the hilt in her hand and couldn't recover for a long time.

"My God, what happened? What about sister Jiang's broken cigarette sword? Why is there only one hilt left? "

"This younger martial sister Xiajiang is going to be crazy. The broken cigarette sword in her hand is a low-quality weapon. She bought it in the mission hall with 100000 mission values. She didn't do so many tasks herself. Many of them were bought with gold and silver from other disciples. She lost hundreds of thousands of silver coins. Unexpectedly, it took her a long time to come to nothing, and she had to imagine I've vomited blood. "

Another disciple said with regret and schadenfreude.

"Eh, am I the only one to wonder why sister Jiang's broken smoke sword suddenly disappeared?"

One of the disciples was puzzled, and the other snorted, "where is it gone? Isn't the hilt still in her hands? It's just that the blade is gone, but I'm curious about what happened to her broken cigarette sword. "

Not far away, the onlookers looked at the scene and immediately began to whisper.

Fengyu took back the black fragments without any trace, looked at jiangxinyu with a pair of eyes, and said, "Miss Jiang, your sword seems to be gone, do you want to block the way?"

At this time, Jiang Xinyu reacted. She screamed, and then looked at Fengyu with red eyes, "what did you do to my broken cigarette, bitch? Why did my cigarette become like this? "She shook the hilt of her sword in front of Fengyu a few times, looking like it was about to collapse. Fengyu sneered and said, "Miss Jiang, did you see what I did? What does it matter to me that your sword becomes like that? Do I have the ability to destroy your spirit sword? "

A few rhetorical questions blocked Jiang Xinyu into silence. Yes, she's a waste. Where can she get the ability to destroy her broken cigarette sword? But what will happen to her broken cigarette sword when she meets her?

She stayed straight in the same place and couldn't react for a long time.

Feng Yu sneered at her, turned around and walked slowly. Maybe Jiang Xinyu had not recovered from the painful blow of losing the broken smoke sword, so he didn't stop her.

After walking for a long time, I finally came to the entrance of Zizhu peak. Suddenly, a bright voice came from the top of my head.

"Ugly girl..."

Feng Yu frowned and looked up to see a young man in hospital clothes sitting lazily in the tree. He was about fifteen or sixteen years old. He had sword eyebrows, star eyes, red lips and white teeth. He was very handsome.

There is a crescent moon embroidered on the collar of his clothes. Feng Yu blinks. He is actually an intermediate disciple. That is to say, like him, he is the cultivation of tongxuan realm.

In order to recruit students, Haoyuan college has to break through the spiritual realm at the age of 12 to be qualified as an inner disciple. At the age of 14, it has to break through the metaphysical realm to be qualified as an intermediate disciple. In the later stage, it depends on the task value.

Unexpectedly, this young man also has good talent.

"What are you looking at? My young master just called you."

Seeing Fengyu look up, the boy is very proud of a whisper, Fengyu blinked, turned away, she seems not to know the boy, what does he call her?

Seeing that she turned around and left without saying a word, the young man in the tree was discontented. Then he jumped down and stood in front of her, and said with a smile, "ah, ugly girl, I'm Nan Shu Yuan. Let's make a friend."

Feng Yu was forced to stop and looked up at him lazily. His eyes crossed with interest. It turns out that this is Nan Shu Yuan. Ding Nan Hou Shizi is said to be the enemy of Bei Ming Hao.