Lord of Eternal Darkness

"Then I wish you a good dream tonight." Li Xiaoming said the dream master's highest blessing.

Ron said: "Thank you, you are the same. To be honest, I really envy you for having a girlfriend who really likes you."

Li Xiaoming said with a smile: "Then take care of yourself and don't be a scumbag, messing around with women."

"You have never experienced the despair of being a licking dog, so I thought about it, hehe."

He let out a chilling laugh, and then walked away quickly without looking back.

"What a strange guy." Li Xiaoming was not sure whether he could become friends with these mysterious guys.

Just then, the phone rang, and Li Xiaoming picked up the phone. "Hey, hello, what's the matter?"

"A Ming, go upstairs to the No. 2 cafeteria and sit at table No. 42. I hope to see you before 6 o'clock, be good."

Hearing the oriole-like voice, Li Xiaoming stiffened and said with a trembling voice: "Okay... okay." Then he quickly turned off the phone.

"Oh, what does this mean?" Li Xiaoming looked up and sighed.

The seven branches share four cafeterias, which are divided into upper and lower floors. Students of the four grades all like to go to their own place. Generally speaking, the second floor is more expensive and is suitable for those nobles or the bourgeoisie.

Li Xiaoming was walking on the road, looking at the students coming and going, and suddenly thought about a question.

The school enrolled about 4,000 freshmen this year, and there are four grades in total. Calculated, there are 16,000 freshmen, and they are all extraordinary. Including the teachers and staff in the school, there are also 1,500 people.

This does not include members below high school students. After all, it is impossible for the seven branches of the University of Warwick to recruit college students. There must be other schools responsible for teaching young extraordinary people. It is simply a one-stop service.

The actual number of people in the university may be around 20,000. If an army is formed, it will sweep across the entire Far Eastern Continent.

Regardless of whether it is Taifang, the City of Innocence, the City of Restraint, or the Northern City (Northern Territory), they will all be defeated in an instant.

But no one should dare to rebel. After all, the entire planet is one country, and these students are more pursuing high-level flow than war.

Thinking about the problem, he came to Canteen No. 2. After passing through the dense flow of people, he was about to walk up to the second floor when he vaguely felt a sharp gaze locked on him.

Looking back, I saw a man with long hair. Judging from the clothes on the other side, it was Yan Beitang.

I didn't expect that even a big shot like him would come to eat on the first floor of the cafeteria, but the aura caused almost no one to stay within a three-meter radius.

"Hey, kid, come here." Yan Beitang called in the direction of Li Xiaoming.

Li Xiaoming was a little puzzled and pointed at himself uncertainly. It seemed that he didn't have a close relationship with him. After thinking about it for a while, he decided to go.

The other students looked at Li Xiaoming with curiosity in their eyes. It was really strange that this person could talk to the second idol on campus. They were afraid of getting into trouble if they thought about it, so they turned their attention elsewhere and took a detour. Farther away.

"Teacher, what do you want from me?" Li Xiaoming said softly.

"Don't be afraid. I don't eat people. I just want to chat with you. It won't take up much time, right?"

Li Xiaoming looked at the time on his phone. There was still more than half an hour left, and shook his head.

"That's good. I've always been worried about accidentally hitting you on the head. After all, you are a student and I am a teacher. It's not good to hit someone when you are drunk. I have seriously reflected on it."

"Teacher, didn't you apologize?"

"A verbal apology is of no use. This is a thousand points that I will transfer to you." Then a golden light emitted from his fingers, and he pointed upward, and the school badge in Li Xiaoming's pocket flew directly to his hand.

Yan Beitang took out his school badge again, put it on it and emitted a blue light, and then threw Li Xiaoming's school badge back. "It's done."

Li Xiaoming was helpless, he didn't even have the right to refuse, but the teacher was quite honest.

The man looked around, then approached Li Xiaoming and continued: "However, classmate, the teacher still advises you to be more careful and keep a little distance from strangers. After all, you are the key concern of the school. If you encounter an assassination, then The losses will be huge.”

Then he pushed the plate of pickles in front of him and put two steamed buns over, indicating to the other party to taste them.

Li Xiaoming was too embarrassed to refuse, so he gave him some face and picked up the steamed buns with pickles.

Li Xiaoming gnawed on the steamed bun and said casually: "Thank you for your concern, let's forget it. By the way, teacher, you are a cultivator, why do you stay in school?"

His thick lips trembled slightly, and his shrewd eyes shot out a light, then dimmed again. "Children just care about eating, don't ask so many questions."

Speaking of Yan Beitang, Xiao Ming admired him very much. He was able to challenge the entire alien army alone and retreat unscathed, which was enough to prove his strength.

Not long ago, he killed an unexplainable large eyeball, faced an evil god-like existence, and successfully killed it, so he was at least a third-level person.

Li Xiaoming asked curiously: "Teacher, who is stronger between you and Principal Zhuang?"

He thought for a while and said: "There are different professions, so there is no way to compare. If it's a close combat, I can kill him in about three moves. The premise is that he uses the power of a saint from time to time. Otherwise, it will resonate with the power of heaven and earth. Even I can't carry it." live."

"Teacher, you are so powerful. Apart from saints, are you the strongest in the world?" Li Xiaoming said with compliments.

He showed a wry smile and said: "There are mountains beyond the mountains, and there is a sky beyond the sky. I believe that one day you will be able to break out of this restrictive circle and see a broader world. Do you want to hear a story? I can tell it slowly."

"Oh, but please elaborate, I'm all ears." Li Xiaoming ate the last bite of the steamed bun.

He began to talk eloquently, "Although I have reached the third level, basically no one on this continent can defeat me, unless the dead kings can be resurrected.

"The reason why I came to school is to recuperate from my injuries. I was beaten by that person and was left with only one hand and one foot. It took three years of training to recover. Even the swordsmanship that I originally inherited was shameless and I switched to using a spear."

Li Xiaoming said: "Teacher, you are so strong, who can defeat you? Could it be that the late king is really resurrected?"

Unexpectedly, he just stared at him, a little stunned, and then finished a bowl of porridge.

He wiped his mouth and said: "I have been begging for swords, worshiping swords, and burying swords all my life, and my swordsmanship is even more superb. Back then, when I was young and didn't understand the rules, I relied on my cultivation to make my way in the world. How could I have such reckless energy? I really made a breakthrough and won a lot of honors. Even the famous emperor once met me in person."

Li Xiaoming's eyes flashed and he asked, "Then what?"

"Alas, at that time, I overestimated my ability and challenged the man who was called the Sword Demon. I wanted to be ranked outside the mainland's Five Swordsmen. I was almost beaten to death. I couldn't hold on for ten moves... and I lost. Anyone who dared to challenge him People are either dead or disabled.”

The strength of the five swords he mentioned were all around the third level, and all of them were the pillars of the empire.

He has the titles: Sword Madman, Sword Demon, Sword Immortal, Sword Saint, and a swordsman who doesn’t want to get the title. I don’t want it on me.

At a young age, he challenged famous swordsman masters. Yan Beitang relied on Cai Fangkuang, but ended up losing himself. He challenged the most cruel sword demon among them, but he was lucky enough to survive, which is enough to show his strength.

In that battle, the duel between two people on the city wall in the western area of ​​Beihuang City immediately caused an uproar.

Many masters gathered around to watch a young man who had just joined the stream and an old sword demon who had been famous for a long time.

In the end, he fought all the way to the top of Yunya and still lost. Although the result was already clear, I still couldn't help but admire his courage. Anyone who can fight 200 moves against a sword demon deserves praise. Not really, the ten moves he mentioned were so modest.

A thunderclap in one hand, lost in an instant. The scene of the dancing silver snakes and the shadows of swords and swords is so exciting. If it were left to a storyteller under the bridge, it could last three days and three nights.

The red sword soul was accompanied by powerful murderous intent, and the smell of blood spread in a radius of ten miles, and all the spiritual energy around it was exhausted.

If the secluded saints hadn't come forward, half of this small town would have been destroyed by them.

During this battle, I heard the nameless boy fall down the cliff, not knowing whether he was alive or dead. But no one disrespected him. He only heard him say, "The loser doesn't deserve to be named. I'm just here to get the sixth title."

Only one sword was left, named Jing Lei.

The treasure that ranks seventh on the sword-making list, and the treasure that ranks 79th on the artifact list.

No one thought that the unknown boy was actually the now famous Yan Beitang. He had been hiding his past deeds and was unwilling to face failure.

After Li Xiaoming heard his story, he was filled with admiration. He didn't expect that he had such a sad past.

Li Xiaoming asked again: "By the way, how much better is the old sword demon than you?"

Beitang was silent for a while and said: "It's almost the same, only a fingertip away."

"Tch, it's not like we lost."

After hearing this, he blushed. "I didn't expect this old man to be so powerful. After all, he is 150 years older than me. Otherwise, it's not certain who will win. I still can't master kung fu..."

"Why are you telling me this?" Li Xiaoming still didn't understand this.

Yan Beitang went around the boss circle and finally got to the point. "You should know that Jiang Zhong is my apprentice."

Li Xiaoming said: "That man seems to have a sense of justice, but unfortunately he is bald and a bit naive. As an outsider, I think he is very talented."

"Only you dare to complain about him in front of me like this. Jiang Zhong is my favorite apprentice. Except for not giving him my best swordsmanship, I taught him the rest without reservation. After this battle , I figured it out, I can’t live in the shadows all my life, and I will never be able to break through to Level 2 like this, so I want to challenge the Sword Demon again!”

"Are you afraid that your apprentice will know? My relationship with your apprentice is not as good as you imagined."

"But after all, you are his classmate, and he treats you as a friend. If you can take the initiative to lend him points, that's enough."

"No way, did he tell you?"

Beitang said with a smile: "My stupid apprentice saw that my weapon was broken, and then secretly planned to buy me a new spear. His little tricks could be guessed casually."

Li Xiaoming probably understood what it meant, "Do you need my help to convey some words?"

"Smart, I plan to challenge the sword demon and escape death, but I have to get it back anyway. I can't let Master's face be ruined. Otherwise, I will be sorry for Fenghuo Kendo. If I die, let him collect my body for me. I told him Never take revenge for me."

Li Xiaoming said in the tone of an elder: "You know you can't win, so why bother? Jiang Zhong doesn't seem to have a big heart, but in fact he has very deep calculations, and his feelings are very delicate. If you want to die, he will have to be depressed for several years." Well, maybe I will avenge you on the spot."

He said helplessly: "That's why I need you to help me dissuade him. I believe in your ability. That guy Xu Songke wants my apprentice to die for revenge for me."

Li Xiaoming said: "Okay, I promise you, but I would rather you die on the battlefield against aliens than in a boring internal fight."

"You don't understand, this is life." Yan Beitang seemed indifferent when he spoke.

Li Xiaoming was sighing. After finishing the last steamed bun, he looked at the time and hurriedly grabbed a glass of water and drank it in a hurry.

"I'm full, please enjoy it slowly." After saying that, he pushed away the chair and turned around to leave.