A young man in white clothes is wandering back and forth. He has a majestic appearance, sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. He has an extraordinary temperament. He is holding a sword, and his whole body is as sharp as a sharp blade out of the body.
Even if his level is not high, who wouldn't praise him as a handsome swordsman?
In Wuxiang Hall, Fang Mingtang saw the young man in white outside the hall through the window, and his teeth itched with anger.
Who else could this person be?
Of course it was Li Youlian who had just condensed his Dharma image.
In the past few days, Li Youlian came to hang out outside Wuxiang Hall whenever she had free time, but she never went in. She just wandered around. Once she saw Fang Mingtang, she immediately panicked and shouted for help.
This frightened Fang Mingtang and immediately hid back in Wuxiang Hall.
How could he not guess what Li Youlian was thinking.
This was obviously to take revenge on him.
The punishment imposed on him by the academy has not yet come down, but there is a high probability that he will be fine. Even if Li Youlian shows extraordinary performance now, he is still a teacher after all.
And he didn't do anything that really hurt Li Youlian, so as long as he behaves peacefully, the dean shouldn't punish him.
But if there is another incident, it will be uncertain.
If he dares to do anything suspicious to Li Youlian again.
Forget about the academy's punishment.
Vice President Cao Rongwei might really come to destroy him.
Fang Mingtang is very self-aware. Although his goal is to become the vice president of Tianqing College, his current strength is indeed not qualified to be Cao Rongwei's opponent.
"Out of sight, out of sight, huh." Fang Mingtang snorted coldly, minding his own practice.
But how can we not care about it?
He has no intention of practicing at all.
When I think of myself being in the Dharma Realm, gathering a fortune teller.
His strength can move mountains and rivers, his magical power can destroy small towns, but he was forced by such a young boy to dare not move around or show up at will.
Fang Mingtang looked very aggrieved.
"Li Youlian, the son of the Sword King." Fang Mingtang's eyes showed a bit of anger. He thought for a long time and suddenly thought of some laughing stock rumors circulating in the academy recently, and suddenly he had a plan in his mind.
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Li Youlian was wandering around leisurely outside Wuxiang Hall.
This has become a daily entertainment item.
However, except for seeing Fang Mingtang in the first two days, he did not show up again in the next few days. Of course, this did not affect Li Youlian's performance here.
"Quite vigilant." Li Youlian said secretly.
Now he is considered a minor celebrity.
It seems that all the students coming and going have heard about his deeds. When they look at his eyes, they are a little curious, a little shocked, and a little confused.
This really satisfied his vanity.
Suddenly, a slightly chilly breeze came from the distance.
Li Youlian's heart suddenly tightened.
Familiar feeling.
as expected.
A familiar figure appeared not far away, with a cold look on his face, as if he had just stepped out of the snowstorm. It was Yan Guanming.
"Why is it you again?" Li Youlian sighed in her heart as she recalled the more than a month that she was being hunted.
Yan Guanming was practicing hard.
Suddenly, news about Li Youlian came from a friend.
After learning that Li Youlian had condensed the Dharma and gained the attention of the college, Yan Guanming was furious and went straight out to find trouble for Li Youlian.
"I heard that you have condensed the Dharma? Then don't run away today. If you have the ability, stay and fight with me." Yan Guanming said coldly.
Behind him, the [Snow Peak] Dharma Appearance emerged, beginning to take shape and taking a somewhat majestic shape. The biting cold wind blew in.
It can be seen that he is not far away from opening the door to Dzogchen.
This scene immediately attracted many students to stop and watch the fun.
Most of the students in the inner courtyard know about the grievances between Li Youlian and Yan Guanming, because they are so famous that it is difficult not to know.
Yan Guanming became incontinent in public, and the stench spread throughout Tianqing Pavilion.
Looking at the entire history of Tianqing Academy, this incident is extremely explosive.
Li Youlian looked helpless: "I have something serious to do. Can we resolve our grudges later?"
"No." Yan Guanming's eyes flashed coldly.
He couldn't let go of this shame.
Originally, the other party was still unable to condense the Dharma.
He has a bit more of a cat-and-mouse joking mentality and wants to make Li Youlian the laughing stock of the whole hospital.
But now Li Youlian has condensed the Dharma and looks like a genius who wants to become famous all over the world.
How could Yan Guanming be able to endure it?
Li Youlian shouted: "I have just condensed the Dharma, and the realm is not equal at all."
Yan Guanming seemed to be looking at an idiot: "Do you think I care?"
Obviously, he doesn't care.
As long as this kind of grudge doesn't get too big, no one in the college is even willing to take care of it.
Li Youlian sighed and said: "I apologize to you. It is indeed my fault. You and I are both going to be top physiognomist masters in the future. How about just laughing away the grudges over this trivial matter and letting it go with the wind?"
He decided to take the matter down anyway.
"That's easy to say. I will never forget the shame of that day!" Yan Guanming finally couldn't help but roared angrily, coming like a strong wind.
Facing the menacing Yan Guanming, Li Youlian was shocked.
The opponent's speed is too fast.
The momentum is too fierce.
He immediately showed his Dharma appearance, brilliant stars burst out, and a divine sword hung in the endless sea of stars.
"Is this the Star-Severing Sword? I want to see how powerful it is." Yan Guanming clapped his hand.
Li Youlian unceremoniously pulled out the sword from his waist, and a cold light flashed past. The sword danced like an elf in his hand, and the sound of cutting through the air was sharp and ear-piercing.
The spell of the sword can give the master of the sword the ultimate ability to control the sword.
Every swordsman is a born swordsman.
The ordinary three-foot sword looked extremely agile in Li Youlian's hands. With a quick swing, a sword net was instantly formed, forcing Yan Guanming back.
Even if Yan Guanming opens the nine realms.
His strength almost overwhelmed Li Youlian.
But after all, it is a body made of flesh and blood, and it cannot be invulnerable. If a sword cuts it hard, it may break the flesh and bones.
"Hmph, ice soul armor!" Yan Guanming displayed his most proud physiognomy. In an instant, the cold air lingering all over his body condensed into armor, clinging to his body, like a general standing on the battlefield in the snow.
Yan Guanming was seen moving forward again.
Li Youlian's sword fell.
I could only hear the clanging sound of the sword, but no traces were seen on the ice armor.
"Fancy sword skills are of no use, your sword is too weak." Yan Guanming gathered fine shards of ice in his palms, and smacked them towards Li Youlian with a bone-chilling chill.
This slap was so effective that Li Youlian had to stay in bed for at least a month due to cold illness.
Li Youlian secretly thought something was wrong.
Sure enough, the difference is too big.
He didn't have time to practice physiognomy, and his sword was not a famous sword, so it posed no threat to Yan Guanming at all.
"Forget it, let's run away." Li Youlian sheathed her sword and used the escape technique again. She seemed to be quite skilled, and she escaped immediately.
Yan Guanming slapped his palm into the air, and a light white mist condensed in the air.
"I can't let you go this time." Yan Guanming sneered, and a heavy cold wind suddenly burst out from his fingertips, turning into dense boulders and whizzing away with the cold wind.
It's exactly the physiognomy [Boulder Wind].
Li Youlian had already run out for dozens of meters, but felt a chill on his back. Countless boulders were smashing at him, making him scream in agony. Even if he had started practicing, he could not withstand such an attack.
The most important thing is that he felt that his movements were getting slower and slower, his body seemed to be frozen, and his steps became heavier.
"Okay, it's so cold."
Li Youlian was trembling, her face covered with a layer of white frost.