Pick a School Flower as Your Wife

Chapter 620

At Bauhinia Middle School, the bell rang for another day.

Qian Yilan walked into the classroom almost stepping on a spot, walked straight to the last row and sat down, her eyes involuntarily glanced to the side, her eyes were wiped with a trace of sadness, this place beside her was already vacant. A long time.

Every time she entered the classroom, she had a hope in her heart. She hoped that when she stepped into the classroom, she could see the familiar pale smiling face in the last row, but every time, it was lost.

"You, it's okay." Qian Yilan whispered, "The eyeliners of all schools and schools in the martial arts world outside the school have been evacuated almost, but you have not returned yet."

Luo Feng’s battle in the Tiandi Daochang shocked the martial arts world, and all schools and factions also found out Luo Feng’s details and knew that Luo Feng was studying at Zijing Middle School. However, as time went on, all schools and schools almost affirmed a fact, genius Luo Feng, I am afraid he has completely fallen.

There are sighs, regrets, and secret joys.

The same rice raises all kinds of people.

The classroom was quiet for a while, and the students were all immersed in questions, preparing for the college entrance examination that was coming soon.

"Before the college entrance examination, you must rush back. This is the last chance..." Qian Yilan's eyes were firm, "The last time, in the college entrance examination hall, I must beat you."

call! Wow!

The waves from the Three Gorges hit the two shores, making loud noises.

"Move the mountain!"

call! call! call!

Like a squally rainstorm, the momentum is huge, and the palms are swift and fierce.

Tianjie martial arts, moving mountain style.

Boom...

A cliff was directly shot out of a huge hole.

The golden light is radiant and the purple gas is coming from the east.

Shine to the extreme.

Luo Feng's figure leaped back and adjusted his breath. After a while, he opened his eyes and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Mountain-moving style has finally reached its perfection."

These days, Luo Feng has also given up persistently forcing the knife to recognize the master, instead, he devoted himself to practicing the Purple Qi Donglai magical technique, and in one fell swoop, he completed the mountain-moving-style practice in [Moving Mountains and Reclaiming the Sea].

"From today, you can study the'reclamation style'. This trick seems to be more complicated and powerful than the'mountain-moving style'." Luo Feng's heart was full of expectation, and he lightly clenched his fist, feeling full of his body. Power.

While cultivating the "Mountain Removal Pose" to Consummation, Luo Feng's purple qi came to the first level from the east and reached Consummation.

At this moment, Luo Feng's internal power has reached the Great Perfection of Mingjin Ninth Stage, as long as he starts to practice the second level of the Purple Qi Donglai Divine Art, he can easily break through to Dark Jin.

"I don't know, where are the other beads?" Luo Feng had expectations in his heart, but also helpless. The first bead was obtained because of the spectacle of "Panlong Spit Beads", and the second one was a coincidence. Luo Feng doesn't know where the third bead will be. If there is no way to find it, he can only stay on the second layer of the Purple Qi Donglai Magical Art for the rest of his life.

"On the second level, how can it be possible to reach the top five strength of the holy list?" Luo Feng's expression revealed a bit of bitterness.

Sitting cross-legged, just about to start practicing the second layer of the Purple Qi Donglai magical technique, a rush of wind suddenly rang behind him. In an instant, Luo Feng's eyes suddenly opened, and his figure suddenly jumped up. Avoided the blow behind this.

"Old guy, it's so despicable to attack from behind again." Luo Feng yelled, and immediately blasted with all his strength, his fists were faintly glowing with golden light, and the Heaven-Rank Yishan Fist rolled away overwhelmingly.

Bang bang bang.

One old and one young, face-to-face.

boom.

Luo Feng's body was blasted off, hit the cliff, and directly smashed into a deep pit, thick smoke everywhere...

If you pay attention, there is far more than one similar pit on that cliff.

Different shades.

"Hey, yes, today's pit is much shallower." The old Jiu Chi sighed, and nodded with satisfaction, "You really deserve to be my Jiu Chi's apprentice. His talent is a monster."

After a while, Luo Feng leaped out with a gray head and a gray face. He glanced at Jiu Chi Lao Dao speechlessly. This old immortal guy rushed out to give him such a blow almost every day while he was practicing. While guarding, there was only one result, which was being blasted into the cliff by this old guy.

Luo Feng was extremely upset, more shocked.

No matter how much he improves, this old guy easily defeats himself every time.

When I was young, why didn't you think this old guy was so awesome? Luo Feng remembered that when he was a child, the old guy was obviously going around cheating and drinking... This is really unscientific!

"If you don't practice today, follow me to the top of the mountain to drink." The old guy waved his hand.

As soon as Luo Feng wanted to refuse, the Old Nine Momentous Dao said, "After drinking this time, I am leaving."

Hearing this, Luo Feng's pupils couldn't help but shook as he looked at Jiu Chi Old Way.

The figure of Jiu Chi Lao Dao jumped, body as light as a swallow, and climbed to the highest point of the cliff, Luo Feng followed closely behind.

On the top of the cliff, there is a stone platform, two of which are cut into stone benches with a knife.

This is the place where Jiu Chi Lao Dao drinks alcohol almost every day. Drinking here, overlooking the heavens and the earth, my heart is open, with the endless comfort of Dao.

"Old guy, where are you going?" Luo Feng took a sip of wine and pretended to speak indifferently.

In Luo Feng's mind, Jiu Chi Lao Dao is the only relative.

Deep down in his heart, he is absolutely unwilling to be separated from the old way of nine idiots, of course, he can't say anything.

"Do one thing." Jiu Chi Old Road drank happily, and soon threw the flask in his hand down, stood up and stared into the distance. After a while, he looked sideways at Luo Feng, "I thought I could wait. The Jiuli Sacred Sword only left after acknowledging the master, but it was too late."

"What are you going to do?" Luo Feng couldn't help blurting out.

"Do one thing. I have wanted to do something for decades, but I couldn't do it." Jiu Chi Old Road wiped out the complicated eyes, and looked at Luo Feng with a smile, "You grow up too. Adults, and they are so promising. If your parents see it, they will be very pleased."

"My parents?" Luo Feng's expression changed, and he stood up abruptly, his voice trembling, "My parents, where are they...?"

The expression of Jiu Chi Lao Dao changed for a while, and he sighed, "I can only tell you that your parents have great ties with the sect where Jiu Xuan Tian Nu is now. If you can move within three years In the top five of the holy list, perhaps, there will be a chance to meet them."

"My parents...my parents..." Luo Feng murmured, his eyes were a little red, and he stared at Jiu Chi, "You mean, I, I have a father and a mother."

"You have." Jiu Chi nodded his head.

Two lines of tears fell on Luo Feng's face, and he murmured repeatedly, "I have a father and a mother, I am not an orphan? I have a father? I have a mother? Is it true? Is it true?"