I heard that in the spiritual sewing class, students challenge the teacher. This kind of excitement is rare, and many male students also gathered here. There are many girls in the spiritual sewing class, which is good for the eyes.
However, what they saw was a tragic scene.
Who is Huang Lingling?
The great-niece of Dean Huang Gongchuan is said to have a strong military background. If it weren't for the Huang family's strict upbringing, Huang Lingling must be kept down-to-earth and one step at a time. Otherwise, given the former's background, she would have been snatched up by the nine major sects.
Of course, Huang Lingling is as beautiful as a flower, and her traditional gentle aura is also regarded as a goddess by countless passionate young people.
Even the first place in Xiangfeng Martial Arts Academy, Tianjiao Feng Haoyan, confessed his love in public, but was rejected three times by Huang Lingling.
Standing next to her, the third-placed Cao Chuyan looked like a rouge fan. You know, everyone knows that Cao Chuyan loves Feng Haoyan, but the former doesn't even look at her.
However, the scene in front of me is unreal.
It's really unreal.
Ze Yanhua felt illusory.
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"To the left, you are careless and not virtuous at all...I am worried to death. How will you marry in the future? Who dares to marry you...I am worried..."
Zhao Chu was enjoying wiping sweat with his jade hands. He had a handsome face, but why did he deserve a beating so much?
Huang Lingling on the other side is even weirder.
She was obviously a goddess like the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady, but she didn't dare to talk back when she was accused by a loser. The goddess wiped her sweat with her aggrieved pretty face, which made people want to go forward and kill Zhao Chu.
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"Brother Zhang, what do you think?"
Outside the window, two handsome young men with frosty faces were talking in low voices.
"What do I think?"
"How can I see that?"
"The women are very attractive, and the men... are very durable!"
Another young man gritted his teeth and hated himself for not changing his body and replacing Zhao Chu.
"Sigh, this Zhao Chu loser is a bit of a loser, but he has a handsome face. Feng Haoyan has a rival, but he doesn't know how many days he can survive in Xiangfeng City after being expelled. He will anger the city lord's palace. Alas, if he wants to live, he has to
By faith and prayer…”
The young man shook his head.
They are all among the top ten strong men in Xiangfeng City. It is precisely because they are so close to the top three that they understand the terror of the three of them.
A goddess like Huang Lingling can only be seen from a distance.
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far away.
On the roof of a room, a young man in black robe had a stern face, his long hair was dancing wildly, and he said nothing.
As the murderous thoughts flashed in his eyes, his black robes all exuded a faint mist of seven colors, and he was in high spirits without any wind.
Colorful neon red.
The spiritual robe this young man was wearing was a priceless colorful neon red spiritual robe.
"Zhao Chu, right?"
Feng Haoyan closed his eyes slightly:
"No matter what despicable means you use to threaten Huang Lingling, you are challenging my... majesty, Feng Haoyan."
Who is Huang Lingling? How could she be a scumbag?
Zhao Chu must have used despicable means to coerce Huang Lingling.
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"Zhao Chu, you have never shown your talent for spiritual sewing. It is impossible to sew a nine-color silk robe. A real spiritual robe needs to be worn on your body to verify its authenticity. I want you to verify..."
As long as Huang Lingling appears, Cao Chuyan will be ignored like air.
At this moment, this feeling of abandonment came over again.
She looked at Zhao Chu and gritted her teeth even more.
"Chu Yan is right. The spiritual robe will only flash with nine-colored rays of light when it is successfully sewn. After that, it will return to normal. The next time it blooms, the wearer needs to use his own spiritual power to activate it to have an effect.
"
"However, let alone the nine-color silk robe, even the colorful spiritual robe will be sealed by blood. If it is worn once, it cannot be sold for life."
"The authenticity and quality of Zhao Chu's robe is difficult to guarantee, and no one bid for it at the scene. After all, it is a top-notch spiritual robe. Even in the awakening stage, it is worth at least 500,000 gold coins."
Ze Yanhua frowned and raised the key point.
The robe has a spirit and can only recognize one owner. If someone else wears it, it will have no effect.
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"500,000 gold coins, the Spirit Sewing Master is indeed rich!"
"500,000 gold coins is the market price, and spiritual seamer masters also increase with their strength. The level of spiritual seamer masters in the awakening stage is average, and the colorful ones are all top-notch. Cao Chuyan is already an incredible genius. As for Nine Color Lingluo, then
Ask a Qi-level spiritual seamer to sew it. Of course, those who can sew nine-color silk ribbons are among the top masters among the Qi-level spiritual seamers, and they don’t bother to do it. Therefore, 500,000 gold coins are valuable but not marketable.
, you can’t buy it at all.”
"Yes, how could a Qi-refining-level spiritual seamer put down his stature and value the mere 500,000 that an awakened monk can sew to sew a Qi-refining-level nine-color silk ribbon for ten times the price?"
The price is staggering. But what is even more surprising is the rarity of the Nine Color Lingluo.
Basically, there is a price but no market.
Even the colorful neon red on Feng Haoyan's body was barely made by the Feng family by asking a Qi-level spiritual sewing master to sew it.
The spiritual robes sewn by Ze Yanhua are specially ordered by the military, and civilians are not eligible to purchase them.
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"Huh? Verification? It's simple. The model is right here...go and put it on."
Zhao Chu casually picked up the robe and threw it to Huang Lingling.
"ah?"
Huang Lingling was at a loss as she held the robe... She could feel the terrifying energy contained in the robe. Besides, she was born into a famous family, so how could she not know the special value of the robe.
"Too much nonsense, go change clothes quickly."
Zhao Chu rubbed his brows. The spiritual robe he had just made looked cool and handsome, but the drain on his mental power was not that terrible. He felt that he had not slept for ten days and ten nights, and his brain was cramping due to sleepiness. This was still the end.
Mirror image of the training in the Soul Washing Pool, otherwise you will faint in the middle of the seam.
The Spirit Sewing Master makes a lot of money, but the price is also high.
Ze Yanhua is a Qi-refining cultivator.
Cao Chuyan took banned drugs, and he was the only one who did something like playing with fire by leapfrogging his rank.
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5 minutes later!
A dazzling ray of light flashed out from the fitting room. It was like a blazing sun, with nine colors of light, making people dizzy.
Everyone's eyes widened and they swallowed hard.
Fairy?
Beauty?
goddess?
Amidst waves of overwhelming exclamations, Huang Lingling endured the shock in her heart and walked step by step to the center of the podium.
Huang Lingling is covered with ten miles of rays of light, like the reincarnation of a colorful phoenix, which makes girls feel ashamed and makes boys worship her.
What is a goddess?
This is the goddess!
"Hmm... Not bad, people depend on their clothes. I can barely give you 8 points now..."
Although the latter was used to being stared at on weekdays, this was the first time he had experienced such countless pious looks, and Huang Lingling blushed with embarrassment.
At the same time, she secretly shocked Jiucai Lingluo's terrifying defense power.
Hundreds of defensive formations are stacked, and what she wants most now is to challenge a Nine-Pulse Awakener.
"This gift is too precious. It's more than 500,000 gold coins. Who can I ask for money? Grandpa wants me to go my own way and won't give me money. What should I do? What should I do..."
Then, she became nervous again. The price of this robe was immeasurable.
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"No, something's wrong."
Suddenly, Zhao Chu frowned and picked up a pair of scissors.
"Zhao Chu, stop, what are you going to do?"
Ze Yanhua was shocked. Zhao Chu, the mallet, was actually holding sharp scissors... and was cutting towards the fabric behind Huang Lingling's back.
"The bag is like a rice dumpling, but it lacks the finishing touch... Yes, five centimeters of the vest is exposed, it is sexy and elegant at the same time. I am really a genius..."
Click!
Ze Yanhua finally took a step slower.
She watched helplessly as the intact fabric was pierced by a pair of scissors, and the piece of nine-colored silk was scrapped. She could only snatch the scissors angrily, but it was too late.
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brush!
At this moment, the tenth ray of light rose into the sky and turned out to be the shadow of a golden luan, constantly rotating around Huang Lingling, casting dots of starlight along the way, making it beautiful.
Rumble!
Muffled sounds echoed on Huang Lingling's robe, as if this gap broke the crowding of those formations. They rearranged and combined, and gradually found their proper positions.
Perfect true color light!
Ze Yanhua's whole body stiffened, and the scissors in her hand quietly fell to the ground, but she didn't even notice.
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"I gave you this piece of clothing. Let me tell the old man that I'm too tired to practice today. I'll be there on time tomorrow."
After rubbing Huang Lingling's head, Zhao Chu turned around and left the classroom. The wind was light and the clouds were light, not taking away a single cloud.
It's not that he doesn't want to stay and show off.
He was really too sleepy, 3 minutes. If he didn't enter deep sleep after 3 minutes, he was afraid that he would faint.
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As for the money for the robe, he has skills and is not flustered. He owes Huang Gongchuan a favor and must repay it.