"Where else can we go?!"

Seeing Mu Fan's boring performance, Ye Wushuang said angrily: "Stigmata Academy!"

"How did you know I was going to Stigma Academy?" Mu Fan looked confused.

He remembered that he never told Ye Wushuang that he was going to Stigma Academy.

"It's not just you, I'm going too!" Ye Wushuang looked at Mu Fan as if he were an idiot.

He curled his lips and replied: "You have been in a coma in the Discord Chamber of Commerce, and the enrollment of Stigma Academy is about to begin. It was Qian Ning who asked me to drag you into the living dead."

After hearing this, Mu Fan had a general understanding of the situation.

He got back into the carriage, looked at the Wind Shadow Sword in his hand and sighed.

Mo Xin left, but left behind the Feng Ying Sword.

Maybe his grip was too tight and he couldn't take it away...

With this thought in his mind, Mu Fan stopped thinking too much and put away the Wind Shadow Sword and looked inside to observe the situation inside his body.

Half a year of longevity...

It's worse than being beaten back to its original shape!

With one sword, more than five hundred years of life were gone.

Mo Xin ran away without even saying hello, but now that I think about it, she was completely drained!

However, he was also very curious, how did Mo Xin extend his life?

You know, after he struck out with a sword that night, he exhausted all his lifespan.

It seems that these... can only be known when one has a clear mind.

Mu Fan sighed and then turned his attention to the fantasy flower.

The nine-leaf petals bloomed and did not wither again.

But the strange thing is that the magic flower is no longer two distinct colors.

The red side has now crossed the middle stem.

It seems... to be eroding the purple side.

How did Huan Hua become like this?

Mu Fan was shocked and tried to use the magic flower.

It was still able to function as normal, and strong strength surged through the body, filled with a sense of security.

But at the same time, a violent energy surged into his heart in vain, quickly infecting his emotions.

Mu Fan was startled and quickly stopped running the magic flower, feeling chilled in his heart.

Inherit the magic flower, don’t be impatient!

At this moment, the words of the old man in the ruins suddenly popped into Mu Fan's mind.

He seemed to understand why the old man said such a sentence.

It's a warning!

At the same time, he suddenly figured out why the purple side of the flower prevented him from touching the red side.

Apparently he is afraid of being corroded by the red side.

This is broken!

Mu Fan broke out in cold sweat on his forehead.

In just a moment, he was affected by the emotions brought about by the phantom flowers, and almost lost control and lost his mind.

And this... also made him vaguely feel that Huan Hua seemed to be gradually turning from a big help to a big threat!

"Brother Mu, we're here." Ye Wushuang got into the carriage.

Looking at Mu Fan who was sweating profusely, he couldn't help but said anxiously: "Brother Mu, what's wrong with you? Please don't die in my car."

"How dare I put up with you all this time!" Mu Fan's eyes widened angrily, and he wanted to push Ye Wushuang down with a sullen face.

"It's just a joke, don't get excited!" Ye Wushuang knew that he was no match for Mu Fan during the day, so he quickly waved his hand and said, "We have arrived at the foot of Stigma Academy."

After that, he quickly got out of the carriage.

Mu Fan snorted coldly and followed him out immediately.

But immediately, he was shocked by the spectacular scene in front of him, and his mouth opened wide.

A majestic mountain peak occupied his entire field of view.

Looking up, there are huge buildings surrounding the mountain.

On the top of the mountain, there is a striking golden palace, accompanied by the lingering clouds and mist, which looks like a fairy palace.

"Oh my God..." Mu Fan couldn't help but murmured, and he and Ye Wushuang had a sympathizing emotion.

However, Ye Wushuang was obviously not lamenting the magnificence of the mountain peak.

He turned his head, looked at Mu Fan and said excitedly: "Brother Mu, look, there seem to be a lot of girls running for admission this time!"

Hearing this, Mu Fan looked around, but immediately cursed: "Damn! There are so many people?"

"Generally speaking, there are few this year." Ye Wushuang seemed to be used to such scenes, and replied with a curl of his lips.

Mu Fan suddenly lost his confidence.

The crowd at the moment, at first glance, seems to be no less than ten thousand people.

And more importantly, according to his observation, there are very few people in the crowd who can see their cultivation level.

This means...most of these people have cultivation levels above him.

Mu Fan swallowed his saliva and asked Ye Wushuang tentatively: "How many of these people can enter the Stigma Academy?"

"The tradition of St. Mark Academy is that there are only 10,000 students in the academy. Every year, the bottom thousand are eliminated and the new ones are admitted!" Ye Wushuang pursed his lips and said, "You can do the math yourself."

That is to say, less than one-tenth of these people can enter St. Mark Academy!

Mu Fan immediately took a breath of cold air and felt increasingly bleak.

It would be fine if the phantom flowers were normal.

But at this moment...he didn't dare to run the magic flower at will, because he didn't know what would happen.

He really wanted to go to Liu Qingyun and ask him to open a back door, even if it was just a crack.

But when I think of Liu Yiyi...

"Does the little loli know that I'm coming?" Mu Fan suddenly felt a chill in his back and asked Ye Wushuang quickly.

Ye Wushuang thought for a while and said in deep thought: "She has a good relationship with Qian Ning, so she should know about it."

After saying that, he seemed to see what Mu Fan was worried about, and then said: "Don't worry, even if you offend her, she will not plot against you behind your back."

"What about being honest?" Mu Fan squinted at Ye Wushuang.

Ye Wushuang shrugged: "That's not necessarily true."

Mu Fan suddenly lost his mood to speak and stepped towards the crowd.

Ye Wushuang followed soon after.

After the two of them squeezed into the crowd, they immediately attracted attention, and following that, there were also pointing fingers.

Mu Fan looked around and found that the target of these people's attacks did not seem to be on him.

So, he turned back to look at Ye Wushuang and asked with confusion: "Are you famous?"

Rarely, a cold look appeared on Ye Wushuang's face.

Hate said: "It's very famous!"

Mu Fan strangely forgot to glance at Ye Wushuang and didn't ask any more questions.

But at this moment, he felt an unkind look coming from his side.

Looking sideways, he found that a man was standing in the crowd staring at this side.

This person is none other than Shen Lang.

It was unclear whether he was staring at him or Ye Wushuang.

Seemingly noticing Mu Fan's gaze, Shen Lang quickly looked away.

But this scene also completely aroused Mu Fan's interest, and he asked Ye Wushuang: "What is the grudge between you and Shen Lang?"

Ye Wushuang's eyes flickered, as if he didn't want to say anything.

But after struggling for a while, he still looked directly at Mu Fan and said, "Brother Mu, if your kindness is not rewarded, what will you do?"

Hearing this, Mu Fan was startled.

I found that Ye Wushuang's eyes were deep and he looked completely different from his usual playful smile.

Therefore, he said seriously and seriously: "I really didn't expect that you idiot, you actually learned how to make people appetizing."

"Believe it or not, I will fight you to the death!" Ye Wushuang gritted his teeth angrily.
Chapter completed!