Commanding Wind and Cloud

"For ordinary fighters, there will always be an insurmountable gap." Tianlian Lingguan raised his chin confidently: "If you can't cross this gap, no matter how talented you are, you are still a small role in front of bloodline fighters."

Ling Feng Lingguan nodded heavily: "That's right! Becoming a saint! Ordinary soldiers are facing the real natural moat before becoming a saint! We are all bloodline warriors with the background of becoming a saint in the future, which is beyond the reach of ordinary people."

"If you can know the real reason why he won the first battle against demons..." Hong Zheling's half-opened eyes drifted to Tianlian Lingguan next to him: "Brother Tianlian, you may have a better chance to realize your dream. Even if you can't reach the ultimate awakening of the three ultimate bloodline fighters, you still have a great chance to beat them by leapfrogging."

Tianlian Lingguan's steps paused slightly, his pupils flashed with contemplative tastes, and the initial confident smile soon appeared on the corners of his lips: "Many times, you take the initiative to find these ordinary fighters, but they really think that they are great. For such people, they only need to show their strength, and they will automatically bow down at your feet."

Lingfeng Lingguan nodded approvingly. The Zhence Dynasty has been established for so many years, and no ordinary person has ever been able to escape this rule. Bloodline warriors and bloodline magicians will always be the highest and apex existences in this world.

"That's hard to say. The Emperor Fulong Zhence back then was an ordinary person." Hong Zhe Lingguan yawned and looked at the bright starry sky: "In this world, everyone has an arrogance in their bodies. It's just to see if they can find it. I feel that the arrogance in that young man named Mo Jin seems to have begun to wake up."

"Arrogance? That's something that exists without despair." Tianlian Lingguan smiled confidently: "When he finds that he has tried his best, but he can't even force out my blood and body, he will know how to choose. That young man named Mo Jin, besides being full of innocent thoughts, seems to be a relatively smart person."

Hong Zhe Lingguan shrugged his shoulders and yawned again: "I heard that the Gan family will send people to the Conquest Academy this time. Presumably there should be more than one person with this surname? I wonder if Gan Wushuang will come? I heard that it is the new generation who is recommended by the Gan family to be the most likely to awaken the power of the ultimate elf king's bloodline."

"Gan Wushuang?" Tianlian Lingguan shook his head slightly, with an intriguing sneer on his lips: "It's still a little tender. However, it is indeed a bit surprising that the Gan family appeared in the Conquest Academy."

Accident! What a surprise!

On the dance floor, the whispering students, after watching the departure of Tianlian Lingguan, most of their attention did not return to Qian Jin again, but focused more on Qian Wuqing.

Compared with the shock of defeating the heavy wounded Wei Buchang with one punch, the golden signboard of Ganjia, which has been forged with the blood of the powerful Elf King for countless years, is not inferior to the shock effect created by vigorous shots.

A few warrior students approached Gan Wuqing intentionally or unintentionally, as if they wanted to show off themselves. The dance was originally a platform provided by the academy for students to sell and show themselves. Being able to become the servant of a warrior with the blood of the Gan Family Elf King was not only an honor, but also represented a good living income.

Be it fighters, magicians, or businessmen, most people don't want to be able to reach the top in the field, but more just want to improve their lives.

Although fighters and magicians have the danger of being on the battlefield of demons, if you get a little better, you can get a good return. More importantly, these two roads are also a way to get rich quickly for the poor without money. It hardly requires any investment. As long as you work hard, a certain amount of talent and luck are enough.

"Dark..."

Mo Jin took Bi Luo by the hand and walked in front of Dak. This fellow from Oakland, who hadn't seen him for many days, had many traces of life experience on his face.

Dake looked at Gan Jin with a somewhat cramped expression, rubbed his hands back and forth lightly, forced a little stiff smile from the corners of his lips: "Go... Gan Jin, long time no see."

"Yeah." Motivatedly, she nodded lightly to the quiet Christine. This female warrior who had been chasing her for a duel all day long in the academy a few years ago had become much quieter than before, with a much more natural smile than Darke.

"Motivation! I won't let you go!"

With the support of two followers, Wei Buhuan passed by Gan Jin, his eyes full of resentment fixed on him, his blood-stained cheeks looked particularly ferocious, like the bloodthirsty undead that bards call.

"How are you doing these days?" Motivation completely ignored Wei Buchang's words and existence, and just stared at Dak again and again with his eyes, recalling what Mr. Rodriguez once told him to take care of Dak by himself: "I heard from the teacher that you were also admitted to this college.

The hardness on Dak's face gradually disappeared, replaced by a calm face, but there was a trace of rejection in the pupils of his eyes: "Let's get together some time, I'm quite tired today."

Seeing Dak's back turning and walking out the door, Mo Jin was slightly taken aback, what's the matter? Just said the wrong thing?

"Kindness." Christine lightly pressed on the shoulders of Kinky, stopping him from catching up with Dak and shook her head repeatedly: "Forget it, don't chase after him."

Motivation was taken aback again, and he looked at Christine puzzled.

"Dark used to be the number one fighter student in Oakland Academy, and was placed with high hopes by the teachers. He himself had great ambitions before he came to Conquer Academy."

Christine sighed softly, with a hint of sadness in her eyes: "But when we came to the conquest, we realized that there are many geniuses and elites gathered here, and Dak can't even reach the ordinary level..."

How motivated can understand Dak's mood. He used to be the top ranked person in one place, but after changing another place, he suddenly became the worst group of people. This kind of loss sometimes becomes a major blow, rather than a motivation for people to work hard.

"He has always wanted to find an excellent strong man to be his follower." Christine glanced around and started to dance again, or the students who were chatting said quietly: "However, almost no one came to invite him to become a follower. He also took the initiative to find excellent students to introduce himself, but..."

Christine's expression added a touch of sadness, and she knew that she didn't need to ask any more questions when she looked motivated. With Duck's ability to actively recommend himself, it was impossible to get any good answers. Instead of having the time to recommend yourself to others, it is better to bury your head and do nothing, and improve yourself as much as possible in the academy.

If you don't work hard to improve your personal combat power and military knowledge, just because you are hit, you just want to become someone else's follower. This is completely on the wrong path.

"As a classmate for many years, I really couldn't watch him suffer, so I agreed to accompany him to a dance. I hope someone can come and invite him..."

Looking vigorously at Christine, she nodded suddenly, indeed! In this kind of ball, even though Christine is only wearing the female warrior uniform issued by the academy, she is still very glamorous and easily attracts people's attention, so Duck standing next to Christine is also easy to attract people's attention.

"This beautiful female classmate, may I have the honor to ask you to dance?"

A magician student with a mark of a ninth-level magician on his chest, with a polite and gentlemanly look on his face, but a bit of aloofness in his eyes, looked at Christine with his chest slightly raised.

"Sorry..." Christine squeezed out a polite smile, "I'm very tired today."

"Really?" The magician student smiled confidently: "My dance steps can make you forget your fatigue..."

"Sorry, I'm really tired." Christine continued to maintain a polite smile and shook her head lightly. This kind of occasion is really not suitable for her. If she has time, she might as well squat in the dormitory and read more books on war.

The confident smile on the magician student's face froze, and he turned around and walked towards the other direction of the dance floor muttering in a low voice: "A low-level warrior, isn't he here just to sell? Pretending to be a saint? Sooner or later I will press you on the bed, take off your clothes, and the fucker will kneel in front of me and beg me to fuck you."

"Forget about your motivation." Christine pressed her hands on the shoulders of her motivation to turn around and catch up: "It's like this in the conquest academy. Only combat ability and military command ability are recognized here..."

"Christine, there are some things..." Motivatedly pushed away Kristin's hands that were so soft and tender that they didn't look like soldiers on her shoulders: "The more you tolerate, the more bad habits you will develop."

"Hey, this classmate." Motivated to catch up with him in two steps and patted the other person on the shoulder: "You dropped something."

The ninth-level magician looked back at Mo Jin in surprise: "What did you lose?"

"It's nothing, I got it wrong." Mo Jin patted the opponent's shoulder lightly, and a faint grudge from Qianlei Fighting Skill penetrated into his body along his shoulder.

Christine looked suspiciously at the drive to come back. Why did he just pat her on the shoulder when he chased him so angrily just now? That's fine, why bother to offend that magician, seeing that he is not a child of an ordinary family either.

"Tomorrow..." Mo Jin looked back at the departing magician student and whispered to Christine, "He probably won't be able to stand up anymore."