Chapter Twelve Together
In the room, the Dean's face was gloomy and angrily scolded, "The assassination plan failed. Although there was no bait left, the elder was alarmed. The next operation must be more cautious!"
The dean's body suddenly appeared like a beach collapse, and a few shadows were formed.
"Shadow is dead, just use you as a tool of calling!" The dean said quietly, "From today on, you will be called shadow!"
"Yes, dear master!" The humanoid replied without emotion.
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At the same time, in a huge imperial palace room, a young girl in yellow is respectfully standing in front of a middle-aged man wearing a dragon robe and a gold crown on his head. The girl in yellow was the first person Xinghe to wake up to when she woke up.
The middle-aged man stands with his hands in his hands, looks solitary, and is not angry and mighty. His whole body sends out a domineering image of the world, as if everything in the world is his chess pieces and ants under his feet. This person is the emperor of the royal family.
"Oblique to the emperor, his subordinates obey the will, and successfully send the sword and the magic law book to the Xinghe." The girl in yellow clothes kneeled on one knee, respectfully.
"Very well, let's step back," said the emperor indifferently.
"Observe." The girl in the yellow suit stepped back.
In the inner room, there was only one emperor. He whispered to himself, "After many years, the magic trace has reappeared, and it is time for the royal responsibilities to be fulfilled. Let me control this galaxy, which has some relations with the high school, Dean, this 'pseudo-devil', come to draw the final master! "
The emperor rose suddenly, touched a certain institution, a wall opened, and the inner wall was revealed. On the wall, a picture was hung quietly. On the portrait was a man holding a sword and his head overhanging gold. The pearl, Qi Yuxuan Ang, is faintly similar to the emperor.
The emperor stared at the portrait, his eyes lowered, and his voice murmured, "Father Emperor, I will continue your duty of removing magic!"
The exterior wall slowly closed, the emperor turned and left, and a whisper echoed in the back room, "How could a real treasure be so simple for outsiders to get!"
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In the room, Xinghe has already counted all the gifts. He took out the swords of the Emperor Dragon and the book of mighty emperor heaven spirits, put them in front of him, and meditated quietly. Although his spirit element is now damaged, he cannot practice any exercises for the time being. However, he intends to get involved in the book of spiritual law first, to gain some insight into the mighty hegemony of the heavenly spirit, and to prepare for future cultivation.
However, when Xinghe closed his eyes and realized, a faint black gas emerged from the Dragon King Sword, followed Xinghe's nose and nose, and penetrated into his body. Xinghe's hair was flashing white and black, but he was completely ignorant. The whole scene seemed strange, as if some unknown ghost was dancing in the room and attached to Xinghe.
At this moment, the knocking of the door suddenly sounded. This sound seemed to have the effect of refreshing the soul and awakening the soul, and he awakened Xinghe from that weird state.
A galaxy from Xinghe quickly shoved the Emperor Dragon Sword and Sword Book under the bed, then opened the door in a hurry. A niche-looking boy stood quietly at the door, just like the boy who watched Elder Wei.
"Who are you? Is there anything wrong?" Xinghe asked.
"In Xiafeng, the college will host a freshman competition. The elders asked me to inform Xinghe classmates!" Feng smiled gently, "I hope you can sign up tomorrow!"
"Okay, I know!" Considering his agreement with the host, Xinghe wants to reach Samsung within one month. Although he is assisted by Lingjidan, it is still difficult with his qualifications and physical condition. He You must also use the way of fighting people to promote breakthroughs, "I will go! Thank you for reminding!"
"I am honored!" Feng smiled. "I heard that Xinghe was attacked by the assassin in the library and was seriously injured. I wonder if Xinghe has any clue about the assassin?"
"The assassin is so weird, I have no clue!"
"Very weird !? I wonder if Xinghe students can elaborate on that weirdness? Since childhood, he has loved all kinds of bizarre quirks, maybe he can puzzle one or two for Xinghe students!"
"Then please trouble you!" Xinghe said respectfully, and he also wanted to find out the true face of the assassin earlier. "The assassin has no sound, like a shadow, but can be transformed into a human form. Its attack method is also very strange, It's as continuous as black filaments, and can be combined into a black spear. If it were not for the help of the elders, I would be dead! "
"Is that so ?!" Feng whispered incomprehensibly, but he still smiled easily and said to Xinghe, "Unfortunately, I only know so little about such strange things, which is unheard of in the next. Stay next time to check it. If Find the answer, and then come to classmate Foxinghe. "
After speaking, Feng turned around and left in a hurry, Xinghe didn't see it. At this time, there was no easy smile on Feng's face, instead it was-the solemn look on his face!
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That night, in the secret room, the owner of Qizhenju meditated quietly. Previously, Feng stood side by side respectfully.
"Exclaim Master. Everything is normal for the disciples to monitor Xinghe! And now the disciples have detected the assassin's situation from Xinghe's mouth-it is indeed the man who did it!" Feng said calmly.
"Very good! Those guys who defy Yang Fengyin will regret it. But he can't tear his face with him now, and he doesn't dare to act lightly. Everything waits for the repair of Xinghe to reach Samsung!" The palm of your hand! "
"Yes!" Feng answered, "I have another thing to tell you, the disciples have persuaded Xinghe to participate in the college freshman contest. Let Xinghe reach Samsung as soon as possible!"
"I remember that the champion of the freshman contest can accept the personal guidance of the dean. He will certainly try to help Xinghe to win the championship and use the opportunity to approach Xinghe to kill Xinghe unknowingly!" The owner said flatly, But his meaning beyond words is self-evident!
"Master, rest assured, the first son will also participate in this freshman competition!" The teenager replied respectfully.
"That's it!" The host smiled knowingly, no one knew better than him, how strong his disciple was-as long as he was willing, no one could get to the championship except him!
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One day is fleeting! The registration time for the freshman competition is officially here.
Xinghe adjusted his attitude slightly and walked to the registration office of the freshman competition. His room was not very far from the registration office.
There is a long queue at the registration office, and students are waiting in line to wait for the official registration.
The waiting time is always difficult. Some people in the queue have started chatting to pass the time.
"This year's freshman contest will be worth watching. I just saw that all geniuses-Xuanhuan also signed up."
"Eun ~~~ It is said that the flying little boy 粿 粿 will also participate!"
"Isn't he taken away by the trial elder !? Why would he participate?"
"It should be to train him!"
"Well, they're all strong, and the champion should be among them! I'm just here for soy sauce!"
"Don't forget that there are Xu Yan, Yu Wenfeng, more than them, they are also very strong!"
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Hearing other people's discussions, Xinghe's heart was full of expectations for the freshman competition, and he also wanted to see the strength of those geniuses. Moreover, after a day's rest yesterday, his spirit element has unconsciously recovered a lot and can already be used slightly. Based on his one-star cultivation and hard training in the jungle, he looks forward to playing against other people.
As Xinghe listened to other students' discussions, suddenly his eyes brightened.
"It's him!" Xinghe looked at Feng from the registration office with a little surprise. "Will he also participate? I don't know how strong he is!"
As for Feng passing by the queuing crowd, the queuing crowd seemed to be unaware, as if only a passerby walked past it.
"It's not good to want to come!" Xinghe whispered to himself as he saw the response from the queue.
After a long wait, it is finally time to come to Xinghe. Xinghe, who has already had one sign-up experience, is familiar with this.
After all the registrations were completed, in the room, the dean took the registration book of the freshman contest, quickly searched, and finally stopped at a person's name-Xinghe, "Come to my side!" Dean's voice Cold and evil, "This is the last chance! Shadow, do as I say!"
"Yes, master!" In the dark corner, a puddle of voice came out of no emotion.
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In the huge palace, the emperor stands high.
"This is an opportunity," the Emperor waved his sleeves, and shouted to the woman in yellow clothes kneeling down, "to assist Xinghe to the championship!"
"Observe!" The woman in yellow responded respectfully, got up and stepped back.
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