"Your Majesty is too frightened. I have already given him an injection. If you take this dose of decoction, I believe you will wake up soon."
Can Xue's face flashed with joy and she said, "Thank you so much, Mr. Liu!"
After Xuanyuan Zhiji took the decoction, his expression gradually returned to clarity, and his eyes that had lost focus also regained their luster.
"Ba Snake...no..."
Can Xue frowned and asked in confusion: "Ba Snake? What Ba Snake?"
At this moment, Xuanyuan Zhiji suddenly sat up from the bed and exclaimed: "This king is not a snake! This king is a real dragon! The star luan picture of the real dragon!"
"My lord, what's wrong with you?"
Can Xue and Ben Lei both looked extremely worried.
Xuanyuan Zhiji turned his head, his slightly upward eyes shot out sharply, and he roared hoarsely: "I don't accept my fate! Even if my Xingluan picture is a snake, I will still catch a real one."
Dragon, be my totem guardian spirit!"
"Your Majesty?"
"Can Xue, Ben Lei, the two of you will also participate in the Holy Cultivation Academy assessment in three days!" Xuanyuan Zhiji took a deep breath.
"Why?" Can Xue was very puzzled.
Ben Lei frowned and said, "But my subordinate is already nearly thirty years old, wouldn't it be inappropriate?"
"What's inappropriate!" Xuanyuan Zhiji sternly rebuked and said, "The real dragon has been found, which is the black cat next to Ling Luo. You sneak into the Holy Academy exams, keep an eye on Ling Luo, and try to make her
If you lose the election, bring that black cat to me."
Real dragon?
Isn’t there just one in front of me?
He, Xuanyuan Zhiji, must get Ling Luo's real dragon to serve as his totem guardian spirit!
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Three days later.
Jialan Empire, Royal Capital, Holy Cultivation Mountain.
Within the royal capital, there is a towering Qishan Mountain, which has become the Holy Cultivation Mountain. It coexists with the aura of heaven and earth and is connected to the Demonic Cloud Forest.
The Holy Academy is built on the hillside of the Holy Mountain, and there are countless hermits hiding in the Holy Mountain.
Ling Luo followed Xuanyuan Yu into Shengxiu Mountain.
Half an hour later, Ling Luo was already standing at the door of Shengxiu Academy.
The Holy Academy covers an extremely vast area, and its magnificent and luxurious architectural style is comparable to the palace of the Jialan Empire.
There was an endless stream of people coming and going. In addition to the masters gathered from all over the Tianyuan Continent, there were also very strange-looking students from the Sea Tribe, Elf Tribe, and Orc Tribe, mixed in among them.
"According to the usual practice, the entrance examination for freshmen is held in the Holy First Hall. Luo'er, you come with me."
Xuanyuan Yu stretched out a hand and took Ling Luo's little hand to ensure that the two of them would not be separated in the crowded crowd.
Shengyi Hall is located on the west side of Shengxiu Academy. It is more than ten meters high and is made of golden glazed tiles. It is dazzling to look at it at first glance.
After entering the Holy One Hall, Ling Luo looked around.
In the main hall, which is a thousand meters in circumference, there is a dense crowd and black heads, no less than tens of thousands of people.
Ling Luo could clearly feel that the pressure coming from these tens of thousands of people was not weak at all.
"There are so many powerful people?" She couldn't help but exclaimed, "I really underestimate Tianyuan Continent."
Xuanyuan Yu lowered his head, his beautiful peach blossom eyes filled with a smile that was three-quarters of a doting look, and said: "A place where strong people are like a forest is interesting. Only when there is competition, can you feel alive."