"A book?" Ling Luo put down the chopsticks in his hand.
Jie nodded and said: "Sister, I still remember the dozens of books I picked up from the book burning pit of the library tower half a month ago, one of which is a book on cultivation."
The first thing that came to Ling Luo's mind was the black cover and the densely packed twisted writing like tadpoles.
She was suspicious and worried, thinking that even she couldn't recognize such strange ancient characters, so it must be some kind of magic.
"Xiaojie, can you give me one of the dozens of books you brought from the book burning pit?" Ling Luo made a request, thinking that he must study it.
"Well, okay." A smile appeared on Zie's face and he said, "I have two copies with me right now."
With that said, he took out a book with a thin black leather cover and gilt edges from the ring given to him by Ling Luo, and handed it over.
Ling Luo took the book, flipped through two pages at random, and put it away without looking at it.
After breakfast, Ling Luo followed Xuanyuan Yu to the academic room.
I don't know whether it's because she hasn't been to class for a long time, or because of some other reason, but Ling Luo always feels that the atmosphere in the classroom is strange.
No one was chatting, and no one was immersed in studying. After everyone entered the classroom, they all sat down nervously and looked sad.
What's even more strange is that by the time it's time for class, there are only about one-third of the students in the entire classroom.
Several common shadows, such as Mu Ranran, Ling Yue, and Ling Ziying, were all missing at this moment.
When Mu Qian walked into the class room, her expression was quite solemn. She stood on the podium, uncharacteristically, did not open the book, but looked at all the students intently.
"The ones who are left now are all students who are above the first-level martial arts masters, but I still want to say that you are too weak."
Such a simple and sharp opening statement made most of the students' faces suddenly turn pale.
"I know that all of you want to participate in this competition, and then go into the depths of the Moyun Mountains to find the place where the Vulcan Dragon was born, hoping to get a chance."
When the word "opportunity" was mentioned, everyone's eyes became hot.
When the Fire God Dragon is born, there will definitely be many treasures and important treasures that will be pulled out of the earth together.
The usual gentle smile on Mu Qian's face suddenly faded, and her voice was extremely stern: "However, opportunities are always reserved for those who are well prepared! As a teacher, I still want to advise you not to waste your life.
Students whose strength is below the second-level martial arts master are not allowed to participate!"
As soon as these words came out, there were bursts of boos and wails in the classroom. With such a restriction, only four or five students in the class were eligible to participate.
It was rare for Ling Luo to see Aunt Mu Qian look so serious. She couldn't help but hold her breath and concentrate, not daring to be careless in the slightest.
"Don't accept protests! Don't accept refutations! Some of your seniors and senior sisters in the second and third grades are stronger than you imagine. If you can't control one's strength, I will beat you to death in the Sky Arena.
Incurable serious injuries, your lifelong cultivation path will be ruined!"
This is not a threat.
But it successfully suppressed all the eager freshmen in the classroom.