Feng Linyu thought to himself that the Nine Yang true energy in his body was still flowing continuously. When Feng Linyu came to his senses, the Nine Yang true energy in his body had already been running for thirty-six weeks and stopped automatically. After feeling that Feng Linyu's Nine Yang true energy has improved again, and the junior priest on his chest had no "adverse reaction" during this practice, but he faithfully accelerated Feng Linyu's cultivation level. The powerful pressure did not come out again.

"Well, the most urgent problem now is the inability to distinguish the meridian acupoints. It seems that we have to find a solution soon..." Thoughtful of this, Feng Linyu took out the "Human Meridian Picture" from Feng Linzhi Ring and read it again. Unfortunately, there is no new appearance. This picture is indeed an incomplete picture. Even if you look at it a few more times, it will not change at all.

"Ancient books, ancient books! But where to find ancient books..." Feng Linyu couldn't help but feel helpless when he thought of this. How could ancient books be so easy to obtain? Moreover, there were ancient books about the meridians of the human body...

After thinking for a while, Feng Linyu suddenly felt aroused in his heart, remembering the old man who once said that he had collected a lot of ancient classics in the City of Light! When Feng Linyu thought of this, he was immediately overjoyed and wished he could run to the City of Light and snatch those ancient classics.

Of course, Feng Linyu knew that this would not be achieved, but he made up his mind in his heart that he would go to the City of Light when he found an opportunity, one for those ancient classics. The other seemed that Bi Ling'er also lived in the City of Light...

Look at the sky, I spent a lot of time practicing the Nine Yang Divine Art. It was already late at night, and the whole inn was silent. After making up my mind, Feng Linyu calmed down and continued to sit cross-legged on the bed to meditate. Compared to the continuous progress of his Nine Yang Divine Art, for various reasons, Feng Linyu's magic cultivation has not improved much in such a long time, and now Feng Linyu has decided to make up for it well. Because in the small notebook given to him by Stephen, he clearly understood that the power of the light magic is not worse than fighting spirit and true energy, especially some forbidden spells! The premise is that his magic cultivation must be sufficient...

The night slowly floated away in Feng Linyu's meditation. The next day, Feng Linyu woke up from the meditation, and after breakfast was given by the waiter's "extremely enthusiastic" greeting, he left the inn.

Walking on the streets of Qinglong City, Feng Linyu looked at various breakfast stalls and shops on the street, breathing in the early morning air. Her heart was calm. She faintly felt that her current state of mind seemed to be related to her meditating all night last night.

Suddenly, Feng Linyu's whole body was shocked, and the feeling of being peeped over came to her heart clearly. She quickly turned her head and Feng Linyu went in the direction where the feeling came, and only saw a stall selling breakfast there. Several residents of Qinglong City were eating breakfast around a table, and there was a ragged beggar begging beside them. There was no one else after that. But Feng Linyu's divine thoughts swept over. But these people were just ordinary people who didn't have any fighting spirit, and there was nothing suspicious about it.

"Am I too worried?" Feng Linyu turned around and thought without any reason.

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With a familiarity with the road, Feng Linyu soon came to the big square in front of Qinglong Academy yesterday. The square was as crowded with people and cars, and it was noisy. But perhaps because of a different mood. The square seemed particularly open today.

While watching Feng Linyu, he kept rushing across the square again to the gate of Qinglong Academy. There were still dozens of people in front of the gatehouse with cultivation above the Zigang Fighter, and the purpose was still to be the "Teacher Mudao".

When he saw Feng Linyu coming, the teacher Mu Dao once again stretched out his hand to stop Feng Linyu. This time, Feng Linyu took out the red post from Feng Linzhi Ring and handed it to him. Teacher Mu Dao opened the post and looked at it, turned his body slightly, moved the way away, and signaled Feng Linyu to go in, but there was no smile on his face, and he was obviously still worried about what happened yesterday.

As soon as he passed through the huge gatehouse, Feng Linyu saw Lei Ting and the two young men behind him. At this time, Lei Ting also saw Feng Linyu. He immediately led the two young men behind him to Feng Linyu and said with a smile: "Hehe. Lin Feng, I didn't expect you to come like this!"

"Well. Have you been waiting for a long time?" Feng Linyu asked lightning lightly. He didn't expect Thunder to wait here so early.

Seeing Feng Linyudi's expression, Lei Ting immediately knew what he was thinking, smiled and said, "Hehe, we just arrived. Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Let's sign up. It's too late."

"Well.  " Feng Linyu responded lightly.   Thunder's performance not only did not increase Feng Linyu's favor for him, but instead made Feng Linyu secretly alert. This person "carespects" him and said that he had no intention of him or no one believed him. But what made Feng Linyu wonder was why he acted so obviously?

So Lei Ting and Feng Linyu walked side by side in front, while the two young men followed automatically.

Qinglong Academy is really big. Lei Ting took Feng Linyu and walked for a long time, walked through the small square, walked through a long avenue with woods on both sides, and saw a second floor made of bluestone.

House. From the outside, this house looks extremely ancient. The walls made of green stones seem to be a little uneven by the wind and rain of countless eras.

Looking at this house, Feng Linyu felt a strange feeling in her heart. The buildings of Qinglong Academy seemed to be very old, the gatehouse outside was like this, and the current house was also like this...

But Lei Ting didn't know Feng Linyu's idea, so he took Feng Linyu up the steps and entered the house. What surprised Feng Linyu was that the decoration in the house was very luxurious. The floor and walls were paved with smooth bluestone. There were four smooth bluestone tables in the house, and four teachers wearing various clothes sat in front of the tables. Now many young people are around them, and in Thunder's words, they are signing up.

But Thunder took Feng Linyu to the only unwelcome table in the house, where a middle-aged man wearing a white priest robe was sitting. The man saw Feng Linyu coming, his eyes lit up immediately and asked from a distance: "Are you here to sign up?"

Lei Ting immediately replied: "Yes, teacher."

"Okay, bring your ID certificate." When the teacher heard that Feng Linyu was really here to sign up, he was actually excited and immediately opened a book and said to Feng Linyu.

Feng Linyu immediately handed him the red notebook. The teacher took it and looked at it, and immediately said with a strange look on Feng Linyu, "Lin Feng? Are you from the Light Empire?"

"Yes, teacher, Lin Feng is from the Light Empire. He came to our academy mainly to check out the ancient magic books in our academy." Seeing the teacher's expression, Lei Ting immediately knew what he meant. A duke of the Light Empire was not in the Light Academy but came to the Light Magic Academy in Qinglong Academy. This behavior was really strange. So before Feng Linyu could speak, Lei Ting immediately answered for him again.

"Oh!" After hearing Lei Ting's words, the teacher immediately nodded with a clear face and then started writing in the book. But when Feng Linyu heard this, he felt moved: "The ancient magic is also the ancient books in Qinglong Academy?

After writing for a while, the teacher looked up and asked Feng Linyu: "What is your phantom beast?"

Thunder couldn't answer this question anymore. He turned to look at Feng Linyu, and Feng Linyu immediately replied: "Slime."

"Shi..." After hearing Feng Linyu's words, the teacher lowered his head again to start writing, but then he immediately paused, looked up at Feng Linyu and said, "Slime? Lin Feng, although I know that for the priest, the phantom beast cannot be easily known, but this is Qinglong Academy. We want to record your phantom beast just to adjust the appropriate class according to your strength. You should really tell your phantom beast. Slime? How could anyone be a phantom beast with such a garbage thing? Even a civilian, the empire will also assign him a second-level phantom beast..."

After hearing Feng Linyu say that his phantom beast was a slime, the teacher was immediately angry. It was common for students to refuse to report their phantom beasts, because for priests who have no combat power, phantom beasts can be said to be their only security guarantee, so naturally they would not easily tell others.

But he had never heard of anyone making up a slime that was his own fantasy beast. This excuse was so bad that he didn't take him seriously. So he immediately "exposed" Feng Linyu's lies, but when he was just halfway through, he suddenly felt a terrible coldness, and he couldn't help but fight a cold war and could no longer say it...

He looked up unnaturally, but Feng Linyu was staring at him with a terrible look...

Feng Linyu was angry. To him, Slime has always been his best friend, but now he has been scolded as a "trash thing"!!! Looking at the teacher, Feng Linyu's murderous aura could not stop leaking out and asked word by word: "You said... why can't Slime be a phantom beast?!!!"

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