Thinking of this, Qing Kuang couldn't help but reach out and gently hold the beaded and jade necklace that was worn close to her chest.
"Mother! I hope you can protect Qing Kuang, become stronger as soon as possible, and find mother's whereabouts as soon as possible!"
Entering the backyard of Slanta Imperial Academy means that the identity and title are fundamentally different from those of the ordinary disciples before.
After moving into the backyard of the academy, each of these eight senior disciples had their own independent courtyard, and from then on they could come into contact with the academy's most profound spiritual knowledge.
Therefore, in order to achieve success in their studies, those disciples who were unable to enter the backyard began to form groups and seek refuge with these eight powerful and lucky ones.[
For many outer disciples, choosing a suitable backer and boss means choosing the country they will rely on in the future.
Some people from the royal families of Fengyun, Beiming, and Nanzhao entered the backyard, and these people naturally became the targets of countless ordinary disciples vying to seek refuge.
Among them, Aojunxie, the god of war in the wind and clouds, has a large number of followers, because after trying their hands in the competition, all the disciples have been impressed by Aojunxie's powerful spiritual cultivation.
, and was impressed by his domineering and outspoken character, so many people who came here almost crowded the door.
In contrast, those ordinary disciples from famous families other than the members of the three major royal families, such as Junjie, are much more deserted.
Among them, Qing Kuang's disciples are the worst.
Although Feng Qingkuang narrowly defeated Prince Fengyun in the selection test and became the biggest news in the Imperial College, and was widely circulated, but no matter what, the ancient martial arts of Qinyin, which had long been outdated, could not inspire those ambitious disciples.
their interests.
What's more, Qing Kuang's cold and arrogant face also made the disciples a little frightened, and no one dared to get close to her.
"Miss, it's already the tenth day, and there is still no outer disciple who has come to join Miss Feng's Qing Kuang sect. Alas! It seems that we are going to be alone in the Imperial Academy!"
On this day, Qing Kuang had just finished meditating and adjusting his breath. Qiu Wu ran over to report to Qing Kuang in some frustration.
"If there is no one, there will be no one! I don't believe that I can't open up a new world in the Imperial College with the string ink in my hand!" Qing Kuang said calmly and disapprovingly.
The two were silent for a while. Just when Qiu Wu was about to get up and leave, suddenly a strange man's voice came from outside the door:
"Excuse me, is Miss Feng Qingkuang here?"
Qiu Wu's face was startled, and he was about to get up to open the courtyard door, but Qing Kuang had already stood up, stretched out his hand to stop her, and walked towards the courtyard door himself.
With a creak, the courtyard door opened.
The scene that appeared in front of him almost made Qiu Wu's jaw drop.
Looking around, I saw a densely packed group of cultivators outside the courtyard gate, standing respectfully by the roadside, bowing and saluting Qingkuang, who stood proudly with his fists open as he opened the door.
Qing Kuang and Qiu Wu looked closely and quickly recognized that they were all talented people from all over the world who had entered the academy together that day, and all of them were young and promising people.
They all brought their brothers, servants, guards, etc., waiting neatly aside.
"We admire Miss Feng's prestige and have come here specifically to serve. We hope that Miss Feng will not despise our low power and accept her!" [
Everyone shouted in unison. The sound filled the sky and the sound was extremely powerful.