Hearing the man's voice, Zi Tong smiled and turned to look at the door.
When everyone looked away, Luo Jia also looked away curiously, only to see that the light in front of the door dimmed, and someone had already lifted the curtain and walked in.
Wearing a neat light gray sword robe, he has a slightly thin figure, and his exquisite facial features reveal an elegant and elegant character like bamboo.
"Floating life."
Zi Tong smiled and called out the person's name.
The person who came was just a dream comer.
These days, Zi Qiong is ill in bed, and Meng Fusheng and Murong Dongli are also running back and forth between the college and the palace. On the one hand, they have to take care of the college, and on the other hand, they have to help Zi Qiong manage Beizhou's political affairs.
Murong Dongli happened to be in the palace last night, and Meng Fusheng returned to Beizhou College to take care of him. He rushed to the palace early in the morning, and when he heard that Zi Tong had returned, he ran straight through the door without caring about etiquette.
"Zi Tong." Meng Fusheng looked Zi Tong up and down, his eyes full of admiration, "I haven't seen you for half a year, and you seem to have become a lot stronger."
"Isn't it the same for you?"
Zi Tong is also observing Meng Fusheng.
After not seeing each other for half a year, the changes in the young man in front of me are also very obvious. Not only has he grown taller, but his figure has also become much stronger. Compared to him who looked a little thin before, Meng Fusheng's energy and energy have greatly improved at this moment.
change.
In the past six months, due to practicing day and night, and taking students to various trials, Meng Fusheng's skin has also been slightly tanned. If his face was a little pale before, it is now an extremely healthy wheat color.
With a little more heroism.
Zi Tong could even feel the extremely obvious fluctuations of force on his body. His movements when he rushed through the door just now were clearly vigorous. Looking at him, Zi Tong suddenly stepped forward and struck with a quick punch.
Meng Fusheng's face was slightly startled, but his body instinctively retreated.
Of course, in terms of force and speed, he was still far behind Zi Tong. Zi Tong didn't really attack him, she just hit his fist with his shirt and stopped her attack, then raised her hand to pat his shoulder.
"Yes, Fu Sheng, I knew you could do it!"
Meng Fusheng was able to avoid her fist for two steps under such circumstances, which is already a very good strength.
"This guy is also very talented in martial arts." Murong Dongli had already said with a smile, "Now, his martial arts level has reached the eighth level of the earth. In terms of archery, he is not inferior to me.
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His body has become much stronger and his strength has been greatly improved, but Meng Fusheng is still Meng Fusheng.
Being praised by Murong Dongli like this, his face just turned red.
"Zitong, don't listen to his nonsense. Those of me are not worth mentioning. Dongli is making rapid progress. He has broken through the holy level a few days ago."
Murong Dongli wanted to say something more, but Zi Tong already smiled and said, "Okay, you two vice-deans, please stop bragging to each other here, okay? Otherwise, this friend I brought here will really make a joke.
We guys in Beizhou are all braggarts."
With that said, she introduced a few people, "This is Luo Jia, a good friend that Zitu and I met in the academy. Don't underestimate her. She is a three-star Saint-level astromancer, very powerful!"
In more than half a year, it is not just Zitong and Beichen who have made breakthroughs. Luojia and Purple Disciples have also made great progress. Naturally, Murong Dongli and Meng Fusheng have not stood still in the past six months. Each of these young people has made great progress.
It is extremely hard work, especially Meng Fusheng.