I Really Want To Go Against The Sky

Entering the city, Qi Bing took away Yuan Ye and Cheng Lin in a hurry.

Just after the war, the martial arts association certainly lost a lot of money. As the vice president of the martial arts association, Qi Bing certainly had to go back and find out the situation for the first time, otherwise the heart was really uneasy.

"Yang Fan elders, when you take the time to take the time to get the martial arts association headquarters to report a way, then just take out the old elder token to leave you, wait for you!"

Before leaving, Qi Bing did not forget to cast a deep affection for Yang Fan and specifically confessed one sentence.

Although Yang Fan has been pulled to the headquarters of the martial arts association, even the special elder tokens have been sent out. However, there has not been a chance to officially enter the registration, and it is still half a black household.

Only when he himself went to the association to register and left his own breath or spirit to formally filed, was he really regarded as a member of their martial arts association.

Originally, Qi Bing wanted to take Yang Fan to the Association to complete the procedures for entering the city. However, I did not want to encounter the martial law in the city just after I came back. The war was just over, and the internal situation of the martial arts association was unknown. I dragged it first.

Fortunately, Yang Fan has now arrived in Beijing, and today, some time is looking for him to talk about it, not in a hurry.

Watching Qi Bing leave, Ye Hansuan looked at everyone around him and whispered: "Okay, let's go back to school!"

As said, the spiritual power shrouded all of the surrounding people, and the idea was moved. In the next second, they appeared directly in front of a quaint two-storey apartment building.

Waving the door of the apartment open, Ye Hanshao whispered: "This is my residence in the school. You can take a break in it for a while, then I will come back to arrange the accommodation for you later!"

"Of course, you can also stroll around the school. The ancient army and Pang Yu can be your guide."

"However, it is now during the martial law period throughout the city, and should not arbitrarily step out of the school gate, so as not to cause unnecessary misunderstandings."

After that, Ye Hanshuang licked the neck of Tian Tianyou and flew away.

Just after the war, the entire martial arts city, not only the martial arts association is somewhat chaotic, Jinghua Wuda is actually the same, as the vice president of Jinghua Wuda, Ye Hanshuang is also necessary to understand the current situation in the school.

Of course, Tian Tianyou and his striated communication are also urgent, and must be reported to the principal as soon as possible, so that this kind of global communication equipment can be popularized as soon as possible throughout the federal people.

This is a major event that affects the survival of the entire Terran Federation. It is also sloppy.

Relatively speaking, Yang Fan’s reports on these new students are not so important.

"what?"

Standing in front of the apartment, Yang Fan's look was fretting. He found that his own spiritual fluctuations seemed to be inexplicably restricted, and he could no longer directly scan all the surrounding conditions as before.

This made Yang Fan, who was used to mentally observing the surrounding situation, became very uncomfortable.

"Yang Fan Xuedi, within the Beijing University of China, is not allowed to use the spirit or the power of blood to spy on the surrounding environment."

Pang Yu seems to have noticed the spiritual fluctuations released by Yang Fan. He can't help but say: "There is no wild battlefield here. Everyone needs to keep a trace of their own secrets."

“Especially in some living areas, there are bathhouses in the dorms. If anyone can easily use the prying eyes, then all the students on the campus will have no secrets.”

"So, since the 80-year-old Beijing-Wuhua University re-established its school on the ground, there has been such a rule, and teachers who have mastered the array and the power of the pattern have set up a corresponding masking method. ""

Yang Fan stunned and could not help but nod.

The university is worthy of being a university. The consideration of the issues is so meticulous and thoughtful, even the students' privacy rights are so concerned.

Before in high school, no one ever cared about what is hidden and not secret. As long as you have the ability and are not afraid of being shackled, even if you go to peek at the female teacher to change clothes, no one will go to your trouble.

Of course.

High school students have limited ability. Most of them are in the realm of low-ranking martial arts. The distance between sneak peeks is extremely limited. Unless they are impatient, they will not dare to peek at female teachers.

But the university campus is different.

But whoever is able to enter the Beijing University of Wuhan, which one is not the pride of the various regions?

There are not only martial artists, but also masters. Even spiritual masters and even spiritual spirits can be seen everywhere. So many young and eager young geniuses get together. If it is not strictly managed, it will cause trouble. .

“In all areas of the school, everyone is used to observing the environment with their own eyes and ears. This is also a deliberate exercise of the eyesight, ear strength and perception of each student.”

The ancient army interjected: "Because in the wild, especially in the places where many demon people are entrenched, there are often natural arrays that can shield mental and blood."

"If you usually rely too much on your mental strength and blood to perceive the surrounding environment, you will definitely suffer big losses when you encounter such a natural array!"

"Oh, yes, there is one more thing. I think it is necessary to remind the schoolmates." The ancient army seems to have just thought of something, whispered: "Every year, the school will hold a welcome trial, all entering the school. Freshmen must participate."

"The results of the trials determine your mix of cultivation resources throughout the new school year, as well as some special rewards."

"Of course, what is the cultivation of resources, it is natural for the younger brother, but the top three of the new trials will have an opportunity to enter the school's Yingling Temple to accept the martial arts heritage."

"If you are lucky, you can even get the approval of some avenue rules in advance, and lay a solid foundation for successful entry into the kingdom!"

Yang Fan’s brow was picked up and asked softly: “Schoolmaster, I don’t know if this Hall of Heroes is...”

The name of the Hall of the Spirit, it sounds a bit strange, there are woods, and it feels similar to those of the Heroes Monument and the Martyrs Cemetery.

"The Temple of the Spirit," the ancient army organized a little words, and the look was solemn: "As the name implies, since the establishment of the school by Jinghua Wuda, in order to protect the safety of Jinghua City and Jinghua Wu masters, after all sacrifices or deaths, those The rest of the spirits of the predecessors."

"Most of them are teachers above the king level, and there are some college students who are amazing."

"Because of its strength, the power of the spirit is extremely incomparable. Even after death, it can keep a good spirit, and naturally condense one place, and continue to bless our Beijing-Wuhua University."

"So, in order to allow these spirits to have a place to live after their death, the school raised funds to build such a place dedicated to the spirits and accept the later sages of the students."

Hearing the explanation of the ancient army for the Yingling Temple, Yang Fan thought of the ancestral ancestral land that Qing Dian City had promised to let Cui Hao enter before, to accept what ancestors gave.

Looking at Cui Hao's excitement and excitement at the time, it seems that entering the ancestral land, accepting the so-called ancestors' legacy is a rare opportunity.

It seems that the so-called Hall of the Spirits should be the place where the ancestral homes of the family are like.

Only those family ancestral lands are only open to the **** generations of their own people, and the Yingling Temple of Jinghua Wuda is open to all talented martial arts students.

"What is this principle?"

"After people die, even the soul will quickly dissipate in a certain period of time. All the breath, strength and spiritual will will disappear, how can there be other things left?"

Yang Fan wondered.

He is a refining sorcerer himself. He could have seen many soul volatility that ordinary people can't perceive. During this time, he even captured the myriad of souls and souls. There are not only kings, but even emperors. Quite a lot, I have never encountered any spirits.

"So interesting, I really want to see it!"

Yang Fan sighed softly.

Pang Yu and the ancient army looked at each other and whispered: "The Yingling Temple is the inheritance of Jinghua Wuda. It is not open to the public. If you want to enter it, you must have a principal or you must have enough credits. The vice president’s approval is final."

"So, if Yang Fan’s younger brother wants to enter the Hall of the Spirit, the best chance is to win the top three of the new students’ new trials.”

"Entering the Hall of the Spirit, for every student of Jinghua University, it is a glory and opportunity. After you stay in school for a while, you will know ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ How rare it is."

"So, if possible, the younger brother must not miss it."

Yang Fan saw that these two disciples seemed to hope that they would compete for the top three in the freshmen's trials, and they were persuading themselves and could not help but nod.

"Reassured, as long as I think, this year's Beijing Huawu's first freshman trial, I am none other than!"

Blowing a sentence, Yang Fan turned his head and glanced at the pastoral Qian Qian and An Sheng, said: "Well, thousands of second place, An Fat, third place, we are three men and women, this is the first three It’s all right for the name!”

"Hey! It’s really yawning, great tone!"

At this time, a young man wearing a kettle, wearing slippers and wearing a blue shackle passed by the front door of the apartment and heard Yang Fan’s words. He couldn’t help but pull the slippers and walked over. He looked up and down Yang Fan. At a glance, disdain.

"A class of Wuzong, an eight-level district, dare to say that you want to encircle the top three in the freshman trials. Who is giving you the courage?"

"Little brother, bragging is also divided into occasions, you do not look at where you are now?"

"Here is Beijing Huawu, the whole of Jinghua and even the most powerful martial art university in the whole federation. It is not the hill ditch that you can walk across the northwest of the eight-level Wu Zong!"

"I still want to win the top three of the grade. Have you ever asked my brother the first day of this new life?"

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