"Please wait a moment."

Cheng Zhiyuan stood firm and tried to break free from the other party's palm. However, after pulling it, the other party's arm did not move at all, which made Cheng Zhiyuan's gaze slightly condense.

The old man smiled and thought to himself that he would not show his skills to you, those of you who were unruly students. You thought I was just a crazy elderly person.

Cheng Zhiyuan's expression calmed down, his arms began to tense, and the aura in his body gathered on his arm.

The spirit and spirit have just recovered, so it should not be used so hard.

But Cheng Zhiyuan still has important things to do.

The old man felt the gathering spirit, and then he whistled and pulled back his palm, because the breath on the other party's arm became extremely sharp in an instant, as if a sword suddenly stabbed.

come out!

Click!

After moving his wrist gently, Cheng Zhiyuan bowed to the old man.

"Sorry, you may have recognized the wrong person. I am not a student, and I have no intention of further study in Imperial College."

Whether it is Jixia Academy, Yunmeng Palace, or Taixue, these are things that will only be considered next year. The important situation now is to return to Yuci and meet with your separated companions.

But Cheng Zhiyuan understood that this might be very difficult.

Luoyang is too far from Zhao State. Even in the history of the original world, Luoyang is close to Yangcheng (Zhengzhou). However, if you can go down along the Yellow River, the journey is not particularly far.

But at this time, the river water in the Sanjin area may have skyrocketed.

The Fen River broke the dam, causing the flood to rush into the Yellow River. Then the downstream part near Handan will inevitably have a flood. It is just that there will be no big problem with the saints. However, Yuci has turned into a terror country. If you want to get close, it is

Very difficult.

Where will Gan Tang be?

She might return to Handan, but Cheng Zhiyuan didn't know how long she had been in a coma. However, looking at the colors of these mulberry and hemp, it should be in the summer and has not entered the golden autumn atmosphere.

The Fen River was washed down very quickly. I chased Xu Wugui and killed him on the Yellow River. Is this because he was washed away by the flood? But at that time, his body was under the control of the Emperor's Sword. Zheng Zhu Jian only pursued and never bought it for himself.

Return ticket.

The place where I woke up was not far from the western suburbs, and the coffin was not floating very fast. As a result, I might have been in a coma for more than ten days.

Cheng Zhiyuan is about to go back: "I want to go back to Yuci, do you have any horses here to borrow them for me?"

The old man blinked and said, very unhappy: "What are you doing? You have already signed up here and why do you have to regret it again? Do you think this is something you can leave casually?"

"Do you know that you dropped out of school?"

Cheng Zhiyuan sighed, waved his hand, and missed him to walk towards the Imperial Academy.

The old man was very unhappy on his face, but when Cheng Zhiyuan left, his foot seemed to be equipped with a tracking missile, and he hurriedly followed quickly, leaving only the innocent girl Caisang.

"Shit!"

The yellow snake crawled out of the field with a hemp leaf. Seeing Cheng Zhiyuan walking towards the Taixue, he plunged into the field again, his body showed a graceful curve, which looked like the roaring Yellow River. Of course, it was a reduced version.

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Cheng Zhiyuan walked ahead, wanting to see if there were any other teachers here, while the old man kept going back and forth around him, and the sound raised octaves:

"I said, you are so rude. Oh, you want to lend my horse, but you don't want to enter my school? Then why should I lend you a horse?"

Cheng Zhiyuan: "I have money."

The old man screamed: "Is it so great to be rich? I am rich too. Being rich is not an excuse for you to borrow a horse!"

Cheng Zhiyuan: "...If you have money, don't want it, are you sick?"

The old man was arrogant and arrogant: "How can money and other pedantic things impress me with noble and noble people? If you want to borrow a horse, register it, and you will become a student of the Imperial Academy and you can do whatever horse you want."

Cheng Zhiyuan was a little cold: "Then aren't you forcing others to enroll? I'm very busy now, and millions of people are dead. I want to go back quickly."

The old man was stunned and immediately looked at Cheng Zhiyuan in surprise, then laughed: "What? Millions of people are dead? Farts. How could I not know if this happens? I will take it out as soon as I divine.

If you go down to the fifth level, even if there is a place where millions of people die, the level of war that will definitely not be stopped by you."

Cheng Zhiyuan took a deep breath and a blue vein stretched out on his forehead: "It's not a war, it's a monster, a demon god who is unprecedented, from the era of King Wu or to the present!"

"Demon God?"

The old man frowned, suddenly stopped, looked up and down at Cheng Zhiyuan: "Demon God, this is not something that can be done by any demon... Hey, are you a demon-slaying man?"

He saw the purple token that Cheng Zhiyuan tied his waist, with a white tiger painted on it.

"Drawing the white tiger...Yuci, purple card...Are you from the Star Condor of Zhao State? Is the twenty-eight star master? Or the Sanyuan?"

The old man said this, and then denied himself: "No, no, no, no, you can't be Sanyuan. If you were Sanyuan, how could you be only at the lower fifth level?"

Cheng Zhiyuan was silent for a moment, nodded in response, with a hidden sadness and anger in his voice:

"One of the twenty-eight constellations, the Western Sky constellation, is that my level is too low and my skills are not high. This time..."

The old man nodded, unable to hear the anger in Cheng's tone: "It's true that you are not capable enough. If you are taller, you won't run here. I said you won't be driven over by someone...

..Hey hey hey, don’t leave!"

He stared at Cheng Zhiyuan with big strides, panted and said angrily: "Why are you running? I tell you, victory or defeat is common in military affairs. Please do it again, anyway, I'm not dead, practice well

Will you win if you go back and fight back?"

Cheng Zhiyuan glanced at him, his tone was a little complicated. After opening his mouth, he said in a low voice: "I didn't lose, I killed that guy... and another one ran away."

The old man was stunned, but then he became even more angry.

"You are amazing, you didn't lose, you can show it to anyone who looks sad! Even if you win, you won, you won, then that guy goes down to the underworld, you are still basking in the sun, that's just said

What are you doing with so much nonsense!”

Cheng Zhiyuan was a little irritated, and at the same time, the anger suddenly surged!

If I hadn't had the Emperor's Sword, I would have lost, that gap would be irreparable. I defeated Xiang Zi but did not defeat Xu Wugui, and all the millions of lives in Yuci City were gone to the underworld, so in the end, Xu Wugui Wei

Death, returning to Longyuan again should be in a state of dying, but what about the people of Yuci?

Win one person, but lose for a while, and finally...

He took a deep breath, his voice getting deeper:

"Do you have any horses...Is this Luoyang Taixue so desolate that he wants to exchange students with horses...I said, Master, do you have any here..."

He didn't finish his words, but he was only halfway through his words, and suddenly a sudden sensation on his chest hurt!

Cheng Zhiyuan's eyes suddenly turned dizzy, his chest tensed, and his heartbeat stopped!
Chapter completed!