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39. Chapter 39 Flying Needle Magic Weapon

Holding the silver needle in his hand, Leng Xuan recalled in his mind what Uncle Zhang once said in a profound tone: "Boy, don't think that you will be great just because you met me and learned the art of cultivation. You must always remember this sentence

: There is heaven outside the sky, and there are people outside people. Since you and I exist in this world, there is no guarantee that there will not be other cultivators. Although the earth's spiritual energy is thin, there are some heavenly and earthly treasures that can provide people with spiritual energy, so that they can

So they can stay on Earth."

After so many years, Leng Xuan has never met a cultivator other than himself and Uncle Zhang, but today, he seems to have met him, because the silver needle in his hand actually contains a trace of spiritual energy that ordinary people cannot detect.

Inside.

This means that this silver needle is most likely a magic weapon cultivated by others. Although it is only an ordinary magic weapon of the lowest level, it is not difficult to use the needle to hurt an enemy a hundred steps away.

Thinking of this, Leng Xuan couldn't help but take a breath. You must know that there is such a rival in the school, so his responsibility to protect Ling Xuejiu's life has become a hundred times heavier in an instant, because he knows very well that Ling

Snow Eagle is not herself, and it is impossible for her to sense the existence of Xiuzhen. In other words, if Leng Xuan does not stay by her side at all times, her life will be in danger at any time.

"Alas!" Leng Xuan sighed secretly, and said to himself, "I thought that a job with a high salary of 20,000 yuan would be easy. Hou, I didn't expect that it has become so troublesome now!"

If he had known that Ling Tian's opponents were such people, then even if he was given one million a month, let alone 20,000 yuan, he would never have agreed to it. This is not to say that he was afraid, but

Uncle Zhang's words are still lingering in my ears: "Child, you have to remember that before your cultivation has reached the heaven-defying realm, unless it is a matter of life and death, you must not reveal your secrets, otherwise you are very likely to

If you get into big trouble, and I won't be with you then, it wouldn't be too bad if someone kills you. The most terrifying thing is that he will kill your soul as well, and you will be wiped out.

You're completely destroyed, I can't even save you even if I want to!'

Just as Leng Xuan was immersed in memories, suddenly, a thin boy in the front row pushed him and whispered: "Brother Xuan, the teacher is talking to you, stand up quickly..."

Leng Xuan suddenly woke up, raised his head, glanced at the thin boy, and then found a bald fat man on the podium staring at him, as if he was very angry. He smiled awkwardly, stood up slowly, and said nothing.

On the podium, biology teacher Wang Fajiu looked at Leng Xuan and said, "Why, this classmate looks strange? Is he a student in our class?"

"Teacher Wang, he just transferred here today!" said the thin boy in front of Leng Xuan.

Wang Fajiu was startled for a moment. As for Leng Xuan being the bodyguard of Ling Xuejiu, no one else knew about it except School Director Wang, Principal Zhang, and Dean of Academic Affairs. After all, the more secretive this kind of thing is, the better, so Wang Fajiu did not

Leng Xuan didn't look good and said calmly: "Did you transfer here? What's your name?"

"Teacher, his name is Leng Xuan!" It was the thin boy saying again.

Wang Fajiu frowned and said, "Zhao Xiaotian, did I ask you?"

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