Hearing Naru's words, the anger in the eyes of other young men and girls was almost condensed into flames and sprayed out.
But no one dared to come forward to argue.
Because it's true.
I'm afraid of being killed.
Even those young men who have been promoted to the golden realm and have long been named a genius have made a default on these words.
Li Wuyuan was extremely surprised.
Young and frivolous, especially those young geniuses, are even more energetic. It is normal to face provocation and confrontation. This kind of thing is very common every year.
But this year, something seems to be wrong.
"What's going on?" Li Wuyuan turned around and asked the Qianlong envoy who was responsible for the Qianlong competition for the Qianlong.
Qianlongzhe smiled bitterly and whispered: "This kid is really a monster. Although his realm is not high, his sword intent is so strong. And he is ruthless enough. More than half of the eliminated students died directly at his hands.
, Death is miserable..."
Hearing this, Li Wuyuan couldn't help but look at Naru.
Unexpectedly, another cold-blooded monster appeared.
How could such a terrifying sword intent come from so young?
"His sword doesn't seem to be right." Qianlongzeng said.
Li Wuyuan looked at the sword in Naru's hand.
This is a big sword. The body of the sword is very wide and the cast is a bit rough. There are even many potholes on it, and the sword edge is not even opened.
Nothing special looks like it is.
But Li Wuyuan frowned, and he felt it.
This sword is not right.
It seems to contain a lot of precious spiritual ores, and many of them are wasteful. A whole sword is made of rare spiritual ores. The value of spiritual ores alone is so high.
The casting method seems rough, but it is actually very exquisite. It tempers all the energy contained in the material together, vaguely revealing some ancient flavor.
A word flashed through Li Wuyuan's mind: the prototype of a magic weapon.
Apart from the fact that this sword did not have a sword spirit, the other ones are no longer very different from the real divine weapon, and can be regarded as the prototype of a real divine weapon.
"Where did you come from this sword?" Li Wuyuan asked.
Naru simply said directly: "It was created by uncles and uncles who used the power of the whole clan to me."
Li Wuyuan was surprised.
He thought this sword was a magic weapon passed down from ancient times, but he had just wiped out his spiritual wisdom over the long years.
But he never expected that the sword was actually cast recently.
Now there is a family with such forging technology?
"Where are you from?" Li Wuyuan asked.
Naru shook his head: "This cannot be said."
Li Wuyuan didn't care, but was just evaluating the boy in front of him.
The sword intent far beyond one's own realm, plus the magic sword that is the prototype of a magic weapon, is indeed difficult to find an opponent among the peers, but the genius boy who is so cold-blooded and overly arrogant seems a bit difficult to train.
"You don't seem to be a spiritual practitioner?" Li Wuyuan narrowed his eyes.
Naru nodded: "I only practice swords."
It is precisely because of only practicing sword intent that you can reach this state at the age of nine. The tender meridians cannot withstand excessive spiritual power.
But his realm is more manifested in sword intent than spiritual power.
"I didn't expect that after so many years, another Ling Zheng was released." Li Wuyuan was quite moved.
Everyone was shocked.
Everyone knows who Ling Zheng is.
The world's number one swordsman.
Even if it was destroyed, he was still the number one swordsman in the hearts of swordsmen in the world.
Unexpectedly, the vice president actually gave such a high evaluation of the grimaceful boy.
But if you think about it carefully, it seems that the same is true. Ling Zheng also only cultivated sword intent at the beginning. Although his body was weak, the three-foot sword surround had never been broken.
"Let's go ahead." Li Wuyuan waved his sleeves.
The Qianlong Academy's freshman meeting continues.
After giving a passionate speech, the freshman conference ended.
The students, led by the instructors, chose the mansion they wanted, but the grimaceful boy Naru wandered around Qianlongyuan aimlessly.
At this time, Li Wuyuan appeared beside him again.
Naru looked unsurprising.
"What do you seem to be looking for?" Li Wuyuan asked.
"Of course, look for a mansion."
"You have high requirements. There are so many cave cliffs in Lingfeng Mansions, you don't even look down on any of them?"
"I'm looking for a special residence."
"What mansion?"
"Rosen's mansion."
Li Wuyuan was stunned for a moment, and a hint of chilledness was seen in his eyes when he looked at Naru: "What are you going to do with Luo Sen's mansion?"
Naru blinked: "I heard that Rosen is a very amazing genius, so I think his former residence must be in a good environment."
Li Wuyuan looked at Naru suspiciously, his eyes under the ghost mask revealed spirituality and sincerity, without any false elements.
"This is not possible. Luo Sen has never withdrawn from Qianlong Courtyard, so his mansion will be kept forever. Outsiders are not allowed to enter, let alone possess it." Li Wuyuan refused.
Naru was a little happy when he heard this: "Yes, then okay, can you tell me where this mansion is? I will not go in."
Li Wuyuan felt that this didn't matter, so he made his way.
Naru walked forward easily.
Li Wuyuan followed: "You seem to kill people often?"
"Yes." Naru nodded.
"You don't have any psychological pressure?"
"Why do you need it?" Naru asked in confusion.
His Qingming eyes revealed doubts, as if killing someone was a natural thing.
Li Wuyuan sighed in his heart.
Even those evildoers who are full of evil and kill countless people will find it difficult to absolutely ignore the lives of others, and they are more or less psychologically stressed.
But this young man was not at all. While killing people, he still retained the innocence that belonged to the young man in his heart. It was really weird.
When such a person grows up, he really doesn’t know whether it is a blessing or a disaster.
He is only nine years old.
"When did you start killing?" Li Wuyuan asked.
"About three years ago." Naru thought for a while: "A very strange uncle caught me, as if he was about to sell me."
Li Wuyuan frowned.
Human trafficker?
"The patriarch said that he must protect himself, so I killed him. It was a sneak attack. He was too powerful and I couldn't beat him." Naru said.
Li Wuyuan sighed.
Three years ago? You are only six years old.
"It's not your fault." Li Wuyuan patted Naru on the shoulder.
Naru is not tall and thin, and now he looks a little cute with a puzzled expression.
I didn't blame myself either.
"Why are you wearing such a scary mask?" Li Wuyuan asked.
Naru touched his face: "I don't know, everyone in the entire tribe is like this. I'm used to it, and I can't take it down."
Li Wuyuan vaguely remembers that the tribes somewhere seemed to have such a tradition.
Where is it?
I'm so old that I can't remember this little thing.
"I'll take it off for you." Li Wuyuan said: "It's safe in Qianlongyuan, and you don't need to wear a mask to protect yourself."
After saying that, Li Wuyuan used his spiritual power to wipe Naru's face.
The subtle spiritual power clung to Naru's body, then began to gather towards his face, and the mask and face began to separate and fall off.
After all, it is just a few small means to change the appearance, so how can I stop the Linghuang powerhouse from taking action to resolve it?
The grimace mask was taken off, revealing a clean, beautiful, and very tender little face.