Commanding Wind and Cloud

Isabella stared at Mo Jin in astonishment for a few seconds, then nodded lightly: "I didn't expect that the reason for your leave is this, then okay."

"Principal, then I'll ask for leave too." Duanfengbuer looked at Isabella with a smile: "Anyway, my courses haven't been released yet..."

Isabella saw that Fentu Kuangge and Checkfleet were silent, but they also had the idea of ​​asking for leave and sighed in their eyes. This is really a strange group of young people who joined the Conquest of War Academy with great difficulty, but asked for leave because of their enthusiasm.

"headmaster……"

Isabella's squinted eyes suddenly widened, and her heart that had just calmed down suddenly looked nervously at Bi Luo who was speaking. Whether it is a Hydra blood warrior or a descendant of the Fentu family, if you are willing to ask for leave, then just ask. As for Bi Luo...

Isabella is really scared. Since the beginning, she has been looking forward to the appearance of this genius magician. This time, she finally appeared. If she leaves the academy, if she is poached by any other academy along the way, who can she ask for reason?

His Majesty the current Emperor of the Zhence Dynasty? Isabella smiled wryly. Although His Majesty the Emperor is also the Lord of England, even His Majesty the Emperor would not say anything about this kind of snatching of students. Everyone is cultivating talents for the dynasty.

"Bi Luo..." Isabella hurriedly got up and grabbed Bi Luo's hands, her face full of nervousness: "I'm really happy that you can come to Conquer Zhanzheng College, and I once promised that I will agree to any request you make. But, you came here with great difficulty... you asked for leave and left immediately... I really can't bear it."

Bi Luo lowered her head slightly, even the magic hat that covered her beautiful cheeks was lowered very low, and it could be seen from her silent attitude that she really wanted to ask for leave.

Isabella still wanted to speak to persuade Bi Luo, but suddenly found that the eyes of Duan Fengbuer and the others were all focused on Qian Jin.

Could it be? Questions crossed Isabella's mind, could it be this warrior named Mo Jin who could persuade Bi Luo not to ask for leave? real or fake? In the history of the Zhence Dynasty, the most talented great magician would actually follow the advice of Qian Jin? never mind! Take a gamble!

"Enthusiasm..." Isabella was a little embarrassed, her eyes were full of pleading for help. At this moment, she didn't seem to have the strong aura she had when she first appeared. Instead, she looked like a delicate and sexy kitten asking for help: "Help me persuade Bi Luo..."

The same face can show two completely different temperaments, and even looking at it with enthusiasm has to admire, this female headmistress is even more witch than the witch of the demon clan! Ordinary men, under the gaze of this kind of eyes, even if he committed suicide, I am afraid that some men would be willing to do so.

Motivated to look at Bi Luo beside him, there is indeed no one in his group who can guide Bi Luo in terms of magic, and the resources in everyone's hands are definitely far inferior to those of the Conquest War College. Leaving the college will not benefit Bi Luo's future development and growth.

"Bi Luo, why don't you just stay in the academy and have a look." Jin Jin tried to whisper, "If you think it's really not helpful to you, then you can ask Uncle Mu Gui for help, and ask him to ask Hong Liu Shizhan to lead you to chase us."

Bi Luo lowered her head and stayed motionless for a few seconds. The big black magic hat slowly moved twice. Isabella felt that the big stone in her heart was finally removed, and her eyes glanced intentionally or unintentionally.

"Principal, if there is nothing else to do..." Mo Jin looked back at the direction outside the principal's office door: "Then let's go out first."

Isabella nodded, resting her chin with her hands and staring at the back of Ke Jin, recalling every detail of the fight between him and Musokunsa.

"No! His explosive fighting spirit is definitely not World War II, otherwise it would be impossible to knock me back at that moment!" Isabella tapped the table with her fingers repeatedly, making a thumping sound: "Also, his fighting technique seemed to cut the earth apart. My Butterfly Pink Palm is a high-level fighting technique. Even if it is really discovered, it is really an alternation with illusion, and it shouldn't be completely broken so easily... Could it be that his fighting technique..."

Isabella's eyes narrowed a little bit, and she looked at the direction of Mo Jin that had already disappeared outside the door: "More advanced fighting skills? And! He can also influence Bi Luo's decision. Although this young man was very high-profile just now, he still hides a lot of secrets. Interesting, it seems that I have to study it carefully."

Research? Walking vigorously on the streets of the college, thinking silently about the curriculum research Isabella said, it was the first time I really came into contact with the Higher War College, and I don't know what kind of courses the college will arrange?

He looked sideways at the only one who was still following him, Chekfleet, who was also the most silent in the team, and smiled. This demon half-blood might not be able to answer his doubts, but Duan Fengbuer might be able to answer his doubts. However, this blood warrior has already been free to watch the courses of other blood warriors. It seems that he also wants to find a course that suits him.

Maybe Burning the Road Kuangge can answer it too? He vigorously shook his head and showed a wry smile, this is really true! The two warrior companions who had a chance to answer the question needed to find the most suitable class and teacher for them, so they wandered around for a while. I am afraid that they would gather at the Hongliu Battle Fort in the evening and set off for Qianzhou together.

Ganzhou! Gan Jin looked up at the sky. The Zhence Dynasty was really bold. The place name of one of the few states in the world was actually named after the Qian family. He didn't worry about any signs of rebellion in the Gan family. The king's spirit is indeed the king's spirit!

"Bring back my father! Take my father back!" Keenly clenched his fists vigorously. All these years of studying for the purpose of taking his father back, this day is finally coming! The father no longer needs to be in the family, living a life of being a relative, but almost a slave.

And Hai Qing'er... Laughed softly, late at night, under the moon, on the long street, that moving figure reappeared in front of her eyes, like a living person, which made people feel warm in their hearts.

"You." Checkfleet stared at the energetic eyes: "Thinking about women."

What? Jin Jin was taken aback. This demon warrior of the blood of the fallen angel, who was silent on weekdays, either did not speak, or spoke sharp words when he opened his mouth.

"Sure enough." Chekfleet smiled confidently on his face that was so cold that it was almost like a dead fish.

"Look! It's so handsome!"

"Yes, yes! Really handsome!"

"If you don't smile, you will be fascinated, but this smile will really fascinate you."

The few young and beautiful female magicians who came to us on the street did not lower their voices to discuss Chekfleet, and all of them stared at Chekfleet with indescribable excitement in their eyes, as if they had no motivation at all.

Why! Jin Jin sighed in his heart, and wanted this fallen angelic bloodline demon warrior to keep a low profile in the academy. With his handsome face that could make a man commit suicide, and a woman's inferiority complex, it would be difficult to keep a low profile wherever he goes, right?

"handsome guy."

A tall female mage wearing a fiery red magic robe stood facing Chekfleet on the road ahead: "How about making friends? My name is Vivistin, a second-year student of the Ministry of Magic."

Mo Jin rubbed his forehead lightly. Although he has a fiancée, he walked side by side with a man on the street, but was treated as non-existent by other women, and only chatted up with his companion. This is really a self-defeating thing.

Even though I know that Chekfleet is really too handsome, but when I encounter this kind of situation... there is an indescribable sense of powerlessness in motivation. It is said in the book that safflower needs green leaves to set off, and it is also said that beautiful women sometimes find an ordinary-looking girlfriend as a companion to set off their beauty. Today, I seem to be worse than a green leaf.

Mo Jin felt helpless and powerless, and at the same time stared at Chekfleet beside him all the time. This demon half-breed was not a kind person. He had resisted the pursuit of Anbu when he was in the demon territory. When he arrived at the territory of the Zhence Dynasty, he knew that he was a bit shameful, but he still dared to get the general who defended the city in Oakland into a carriage and killed him directly.

Perhaps, and only God knows, how would Checkfleet react to women who took the initiative to strike up a conversation? In case one is in a bad mood, he raises his hand and strangles the magician to death...

"Cheekfleet."

The cold yet elegant voice, combined with Chekfleet's gentlemanly movements, completely stunned the female magician Vivistin who came to strike up a conversation. Even the two female magicians beside her looked at Chekfleet dumbly, as if they had been hit by a stiffness spell.

He squeezed his eyelids vigorously, and shook his head again. Chekfleet's every move matched his handsome appearance, let alone a woman would be dazed, even a man would easily stare straight at the sight.

Did not expect, really did not expect! According to Chekfleet's cold personality, he has considered all kinds of possibilities. In violent situations, he even directly kills people or pushes them aside.

Respond, and be courteous! The air of a calm gentleman exudes in his gestures, almost like the demeanor of the children of the royal family in the bard's story.

"I just entered school today." Checkfleet looked around with his eyes, his cold temperament combined with his gentleman's down-to-earth taste and handsome face. He obviously didn't show any smile, but he gave people an indescribable bright eye.