A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

in the school,

It was empty and quiet.

From time to time, yellow and fallen leaves are blown onto the road, blown away again, and spread out in pieces.

Occasionally, teachers and classmates would pass by, and they would all be in a hurry, as if they had something to deal with.

Several classmates were playing basketball on the basketball court, and several couples were cuddling with each other on the football field, and laughter could be heard from time to time.

Jiang Ding subconsciously launched a small breath-containing technique, passed by them, and walked out of the campus.

"What the hell!"

I was immediately startled by the huge crowd.

There were crowds of people outside the school gate, surrounding them in circles. It was with great difficulty that a few security guards separated several paths with human walls for the crowd to enter and exit.

Many people held banners and signboards, which was no different from a star chasing scene.

"The number one scholar in two subjects of the Immortal Sect!"

"Dainichi Swordsman!"

"The future Nascent Soul Lord!"

They wrote about everything, and many people were still shouting enthusiastically. It was even more exaggerated than a top star's concert, and it lasted for at least three days.

Lin Wanqiu, uncle Lin Yong, and others from Jiangyuan were pushed to the front, with helpless expressions on their faces.

It's like Jiang Ding has never seen a living Immortal Sect Golden Pill monk.

Many local residents of Rongcheng are also very curious about the future Nascent Soul Lord. When they are not busy, they want to stop by and take a look. It is best to take a photo and brag in the circle of friends.

Jiang Ding turned on the optical invisibility function of his camouflage uniform and passed through the crowd.

It's just regular camouflage.

The top-notch special magic weapon reconnaissance camouflage ordered before is still being transported, costing tens of thousands of spiritual coins, and is expected to be delivered in a few days. By then, the concealment ability will be better than in the actual combat simulation.

As long as there are no golden elixir monks or extremely special foundation-building monks, no one should be able to discover him deliberately hiding.

After walking far away, at a bus stop, Jiang Ding took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to his mother and sister.

After a while, the crowd gathered at the school gate dispersed in disappointment.

"Where's brother? Where's Xiaoshu?"

Jiang Yuan walked here curiously, but saw nothing, nor did he feel the legendary feeling of being glanced at.

"Uncle, mom, why have you waited so long? Mom, aren't you going to work?"

Jiang Ding asked casually, and his voice clearly reached the ears of the three of them.

"Ah, where are you Dingding..."

Lin Wanqiu was startled.

"here."

Jiang Ding's figure blurred for a moment and quickly disappeared.

"Ah! Brother!"

Jiang Yuan's eyes lit up, he swooped over, grabbed the transparent figure, and touched it up and down until he was photographed aside.

"The factory director gave me a day off, and I don't have much to do..."

Lin Wanqiu smiled bitterly.

When the bus came, the three of them got on the bus together, swiped their cards four times, and took the bus back home.

Only then did Jiang Ding lose his invisibility.

A young man in green clothes has a handsome appearance and wears a long sword with a black sheath on his waist. His eyes are as calm as a lake. There is a faint trace of evil aura left on the battlefield on his body, which makes people dare not look directly at him.

"This is our family's Da Ri Jianzi! The young Nascent Soul Master, looks like he really has that style!"

Uncle Lin Yong looked at it carefully up and down for a long time before sighing.

"Zhenjun Nascent Soul..."

Lin Wanqiu's eyes were in a trance, almost thinking that this was a fantasy dream.

"elder brother!"

Jiang Yuan pounced on him and entangled him like an octopus.

"Tree, show me the tree!"

call out!

A blue flying sword flew out of his sleeve and sat in the hall. Threads of metal filaments spread, the sword tip turned into roots, and the sword tail turned into tree trunks and branches.

A small blue metal tree appeared in front of everyone's eyes, suspended in the air, only half a meter high and not fully unfolded.

"so beautiful!"

There were little stars in Jiang Yuan's eyes. He pulled a leaf hard and felt as warm as jade.

"Yuanyuan, be careful!"

Lin Wanqiu couldn't help but said.

She saw with her own eyes that this little thing killed more than one foundation-building monk, and even a little bit of power could pierce the entire building!

"It's okay. It's safe. Jiang Yuan can't get hurt even if he wants to."

Jiang Ding comforted.

As his precious magic weapon, Feijian naturally has a good impression of Jiang Yuan and will not trigger any warning counterattack.

"but."

Jiang Ding grabbed Jiang Yuan who was trying to bend a branch, put her in front of him and said seriously.

"Remember, you cannot touch other people's magic weapons. If you touch them even slightly, they will turn into blood mist and break into countless pieces. Do you understand?"

"This, I know..."

Jiang Yuan struggled to touch the little tree again.

"look."

Without saying much, Jiang Ding used his innate innocence to turn into silk threads and rolled up a chair with a stainless steel frame and placed it on the small blue and gold tree.

Buzz!

With a slight stir of the sword energy, the solid chair immediately turned into powder and fell into pieces.

"I see!!"

Jiang Yuan's eyes immediately widened and his hands were shaking. He couldn't believe that he had just touched such a terrible thing.

Lin Wanqiu and Lin Yong took a deep breath.

"Where did your flying sword come from? Is it a legendary adventure?!"

Lin Yong clicked his tongue in surprise.

"Banyan Special Scholarship."

Jiang Ding explained.

"Well, there are so many benefits to having a high ideological and moral score. Unfortunately, you can't teach him this. Otherwise, it would be good to tutor Yuan Wang."

he sighed.

"We have an idea here that we would like to discuss with you."

Lin Yong said seriously, not because his nephew was young.

"Grandpa heard the news that you became the number one scholar in the Immortal Sect. He was so happy that he couldn't sleep for several days. He wanted to hold a big banquet to celebrate and invite relatives and friends to celebrate."

"You know, this old man is so proud that he would like to stop everyone who passes by to show off to them, for fear that others will not know that he has a grandson who is the number one scholar in the Immortal Sect."

"I've been thinking over and over again about all the details of the banquet these past few days, for fear that I can't do it well."

"If you think it's inappropriate, I'll go home and persuade him to dispel his idea before he sends the invitation."

Lin Wanqiu looked at Jiang Ding with a guilty conscience.

Sword repair.

According to the legend, he is as cold as ice, does not approach strangers, and kills countless people. He is either fighting or walking on the road of fighting in his life, so he is nicknamed the Sword Madman.

It's really not the same thing as holding a banquet to celebrate.

"OK!"

Jiang Ding showed a happy and longing expression.

"I also want to see my relatives and friends."

Jiang Yuan curled his lips.

Pretending to be anything but.

"Just a little bit."

Jiang Ding's smile faded.

"You can't accept any gift money or gifts. If you accept any gifts, I will personally come to your door to return them one by one."

He didn't want to owe others any favors just because of a few spiritual coins, and he didn't want to be able to show off his face when they came to him in the future.

"Don't worry!"

Lin Yong was overjoyed.

"Have you underestimated your uncle and grandpa? Why don't we know about this little thing? It's just a simple celebration and everyone is happy."

"That's good."

Jiang Ding nodded and asked another question: "Mom, do you think Qingfeng University or Beidou University is better?"