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Chapter 315 Strange Girl

The moment he saw the green-haired girl, Wei Cheng suddenly felt a strange feeling.

The feeling was very subtle. The girl in front of him seemed to be an ordinary person, with no energy or blood fluctuations. However, Wei Cheng instinctively felt that the girl was unfathomable, like an ocean that could not be fathomed.

The moment Wei Cheng cast his gaze over, the girl just turned back, as if she had noticed Wei Cheng's actions, and nodded in kind.

boom!

However, when Wei Cheng met the girl's eyes, he suddenly felt that there seemed to be a faint surge of power in his body, and the Sorrowful Soul Lock automatically appeared, blocking the gaze between him and the girl.

"this……"

Wei Cheng was taken aback, and his eyes suddenly turned serious when he looked at the girl.

Just now, almost at the same time that Soul Soul Lock appeared, an extremely secret scanning wave passed through him. If Soul Soul Lock hadn't blocked that wave in time, I'm afraid all the secrets in his body would have been directly revealed by the other party.

This is no ordinary girl!

Who is she? What is her purpose for sneaking into Yan He and the others?

Various thoughts came to mind, but before Wei Cheng could take action, the green-haired girl waved her hand towards him, showing with a smile on her face that she meant no harm.

Seeing the other party's kindness, Wei Cheng suddenly felt relieved.

Think about it, this is the warrior headquarters, but there is an area guarded by a powerful person. Even if the green-haired girl is an enemy, you have to think carefully if you want to take action here.

Moreover, from the previous confrontation, Wei Cheng was basically sure that the green-haired girl either had some secret treasures on her or was hiding her profound strength, otherwise she would not have the ability to activate the Soul Lock's automatic protective reaction.

"I hope she really doesn't have any ill intentions..."

After taking a deep look at the other side, Wei Cheng warned the other party with his eyes and stopped caring.

There is also Lin Feng and a bunch of mentors at the Grand Master level above him! If the other party takes action here, I'm afraid they won't get any benefits.



Above.

Kuang Dang!

Suddenly, the tea cup in Lin Feng's hand fell and fell on the platform. Hot tea gushes out and immediately wets his clothes.

However, at this moment, Lin Feng could not care about this matter at all. He shook his body and his clothes were directly evaporated by the blood. He widened his eyes and said tremblingly:

"She...how did she appear there?"

The other instructors have not noticed the abnormality yet, but Lin Feng is a grand master after all, and his perception and ability to sense strong people are far incomparable to others. In addition, he just suddenly felt a familiar aura, and then he regenerated his spiritual consciousness.

The group explored it.

Unexpectedly, this detection turned out to be a super explosive bomb!

The dark green hair, paired with the orange super goggles on her head, and the fact that the girl smashed her spiritual consciousness after discovering it, it seems that this is what Dean Gu had when he was a student.

It’s standard equipment!

For a strong man of this level, it is actually not difficult to change his appearance. Take Hayama as an example, he changed into Hatsune Miku's appearance at the drop of a hat, without any prior preparation.

To put it bluntly, as long as a strong person reaches a certain level and has a detailed grasp of every aspect of his body, changing his face is really an instant matter. At best, it is just a matter of changing the cell arrangement of the lower face.

But the dean... why did she sneak into a group of freshmen when she had nothing to do? Could it be that she wanted to tease the next batch of students nearby?

"Old Lin, what's wrong? Seeing how your hands are trembling, you must be getting old, right?"

In the air, a slightly older voice came, with a hint of schadenfreude.

Facing this voice, Lin Feng just snorted coldly,

"none of your business!"

"Hey, don't say that. I just came back from the front line. I was fighting in and out, and I almost didn't recognize the people I knew. I finally came to say hello to you. Is this how you treat your comrades?"

"..."

The old voice was not tired of the music, and began to chatter in his ears. At the end of Lin Feng's hearing, veins popped up on Lin Feng's forehead, and his tyrannical mental power came out, converging into a thick white thunder dragon and blasting away at the source of the sound.

"Old guy, are you going to get out or not?"

"Haha, my temper is still so bad, it hasn't changed at all."

The thunder dragon was silent. Although it shattered the source of the sound, it seemed to be wiped out by an invisible hand in the end, and no movement was heard.

And after receiving the thunder blow, the old voice did not continue to harass this place, and wandered off to who knows where.

At this time, many instructors were alert, and some even noticed the fluctuations in the air just now, and immediately signaled to Lin Feng.

In the face of these concerns, Lin Feng just silently glued the newly broken tea cup back to its original shape with his mental power, took a sip calmly, and said:

"He's the First Minister. A nasty old ghost. Although he looks much younger than me, he always likes to be a grandfather. It's really annoying!"

Obviously, the two of them were already familiar with each other, and the confrontation just now was considered a common occurrence. The attack that was enough to kill the grandmaster was just a mutual greeting to them.

"Minister Kong is back, doesn't that mean that over at the First Base..."

The teacher who asked the question was a little happy. The fact that the two ministers had been fighting on the front lines and now returned showed that the situation there should have improved.

Hearing the joy in the words, Lin Feng sighed slightly but did not respond.

The old ghost's return actually means a lot of things.

No matter how successful a war is, there will always be losses. I wonder which friends have died this time?

"Old Ghost Liu, if you're alive, just give me a shout!" After thinking for a while, Lin Feng used his mental power to send a message, and sure enough, there was an immediate response.

"Boy Lin, don't go too far!"

"Haha, I must have said it right, right? You old lady~"

"you…"

"What are you doing? As long as she's still alive, she's in the crowd, wasn't she at your instigation?"

"I'm just a boss. I just came back. It's your responsibility if anything goes wrong..."

"..."

Several ministers quarreled, and although the instructors next to them vaguely sensed something unusual, they all wisely continued to chat about everyday matters, moved the topic away, and pretended that nothing had happened.

Even Yang Yuming, who was originally extremely arrogant, looked at Xiao Tian at this moment and kept silent in a tacit understanding, not daring to continue the argument.

What an international joke!

There is a girl below who is suspected to be the dean, and there is a big boss greeting Zaun above. If you dare to interrupt at this time, you will almost be silenced. It is not impossible.

"Yinwu's ethos...is really not good!"

Yang Yuming cursed softly, feeling helpless.

Without strength, he doesn't even have the corresponding right to speak. Now he can only watch the gods fight.

The dean, who is more powerful than the three major ministers...but doesn't care much about this aspect. His attitude towards the three major departments is to let competition go. In addition, his temper is not very good, so it is impossible to expect her to mediate.

possible!

As he thought about it, Yang Yuming couldn't help but look at Wei Cheng with fiery eyes.

Boy, it’s up to you!

I have no hope of going any further, but there are some monsters among these guys who have hope!

It's true that the dean doesn't care about things, but when Wei Cheng gets stronger, I can go up and deal with these old immortals.

Every day, relying on their strength, they greet each other's ancestors through the door. Do you really think that no one can hear it?


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