The First Dragon of All Ages

"Is anyone in this position?"

A female disciple walked to the right side of Long Qingchen and asked timidly.

"no one."

Long Qingchen glanced at her strangely, slightly impressed with this female disciple, whose name was Zhao Xiaolu.

On the one hand, because Zhao Xiaolu is beautiful and has a face value of 9.3 points, among the many beautiful disciples in the third lecture hall, he is second only to Jiang Xin'er with a perfect score, Hua Yuyan with a score of 9.8, and Mu Qingxue with a score of 9.5. A face value control, so I paid attention to this Zhao Xiaolu...

On the other hand, it’s because Zhao Xiaolu is a bit "different." Other beautiful disciples wear precious accessories, such as bracelets, necklaces, earrings, etc. But Zhao Xiaolu never finds a piece of jewelry, maybe Because of my poor family background, I feel a little inferior and have few friends. I often sit alone in the corner.

What surprised him was why Zhao Xiaolu suddenly sat next to him?

"Thank you."

Zhao Xiaolu whispered, leaned down and sat down, and took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the cloth bag. It seemed a little flustered that the ink spilled out.

Mu Qingxue stabbed Long Qingchen with her elbow, rolled her eyes and said, "Looking straight at them like this, do you like them?"

Zhao Xiaolu's face flushed, she lowered her head slightly, stretched out her little white hand, and began to rub the ink.

"What is a straight hook?"

Long Qingchen corrected, "I just looked at it twelve times."

He just wanted to ease the atmosphere, but he didn't expect that Zhao Xiaolu's face became even redder when he said this, to the neck.

"Fortunately, you can say it."

Mu Qingxue didn't have a good temper, "I ask myself, I don't look bad, why have I never seen you take another look?"

Long Qingchen turned to look at her, quietly not speaking.

Maybe he felt a hairy heart, Mu Qingxue reached out and wiped the goose bumps on his arm, "Why are you looking at me like this?"

Long Qingchen still stared at her, "I see your face as a Koff face, so I am not interested in you."

"Looking for death!" Mu Qingxue was annoyed, stretched out her fist, and hammered him on the shoulder.

Just as the two were flirting and scolding, Lao Shangshu came, walked to the podium tremblingly, sat down cross-legged, not much nonsense, just started speaking, and when it comes to mysterious places, he shakes his head, like a man. Old Master.

Long Qingchen sat in a precarious manner, listened carefully, and took notes when he encountered something he didn't understand.

"Brother Qingchen, your notes are wrong. Compressing your spiritual power can increase your power. You have written it as Yasuo..."

Zhao Xiaolu glanced at Long Qingchen's notes intentionally or unintentionally, and whispered out the error.

Long Qingchen didn't care, "It's okay, as long as you can understand it by yourself."

"Oh." Zhao Xiaolu is not good to say more.

Since going to the outside world, Long Qingchen has made a lot of notes at Lingwu Academy and Daqian Royal Academy, and stored them in the space ring. He intends to pass it on to his son or disciple as a "heirloom".

"I have Xuanbing Martial Arteries, why sometimes I feel cold all over, or even my whole body is frozen?"

"This happens because your meridians are damaged, and Xuanbing's spiritual power seeps into your flesh and blood from the meridians. This is a very dangerous phenomenon. You should pay attention to it. It is best to stop practicing in the near future, and, Take a pill to repair the meridians and make up for the broken meridians.

"I understand, thank you mentor!"

"Although the martial arts I cultivate are very powerful, they often fail to hit the enemy. How can I increase the hit?"

"Improving hits, there is no shortcut, only more practice, I give you a few suggestions."

"The first point, don't always practice martial arts in the martial arts field. The target in the martial arts field moves in a straight line, and the enemy will turn. Therefore, you have to engage in actual combat, learn from people, and fight fierce beasts. It is all good. s Choice."

"The second point, you have to learn to predict, that is, the direction and location of the enemy's upcoming movement."

"The third point, you can first practice martial arts that are easy to hit, and don't pursue power too much. No matter how powerful it is, you can't hit the enemy. What's the use."

"The fourth point is that you can increase your sensitivity and lock the enemy's breath with your sensitivity, so that martial arts can track the enemy, no matter how the enemy dodges, you can hit. This is the best way, and of course, it is also the most difficult way. ."

"I understand, thank you mentor!"...

When it came to the questioning session, the disciples enthusiastically asked questions. Lao Shangshu's cultivation knowledge was very profound, and he almost answered all questions.

A male disciple asked a strange question, why would he keep farting when he was practicing, causing the disciples to burst into laughter and pushing the atmosphere to the climax.

Lao Shangshu didn't smile, and answered very seriously. This was because spiritual power penetrated into the valley, causing the airflow in the valley to expand.

After the "get out of class", Long Qingchen was about to pack his pen, ink, paper and inkstone and leave, but Zhao Xiaolu said that there were some things he didn't understand and wanted to ask him for advice.

"Sister Xiaolu, if you have something, just tell me if you have something."

Long Qingchen looked at her strangely. Just now, during the questioning session, Zhao Xiaolu did not ask questions, but now came to ask him, obviously, a bit abnormal.

Zhao Xiaolu hesitated.

"If you don't tell me, I'll leave."

Long Qingchen was a little helpless and wanted to leave.

Zhao Xiaolu was anxious, and Huo Ran knelt on the ground.

Long Qingchen was taken aback, and quickly helped her up, "Get up, what are you doing?"

Zhao Xiaoluli’s eyes turned red, and tears floated up, “The fourth son of the prime minister’s mansion, he fell in love with me and wanted to marry me as a concubine. There is really no way, so I wanted to ask Senior Brother Qing Chen for help. The entire emperor knew that only Senior Brother Qing Chen was not afraid of the nobles."

Upon hearing this, Long Qingchen was furious and furious, "Outrageous, he did what I wanted to do!"

Zhao Xiaolu was dumbfounded and looked at him blankly. What did he want to do? ......

Long Qingchen patted her slender shoulder, "Don't be afraid, where is he~www.wuxiaspot.com~ take me to find him."

Zhao Xiaolu's eyes were strange, her face flushed, "He is also a disciple of the Royal Academy of Dakan, and he lectures on the martial arts hall on the fourth."

"It turns out to be in the same martial arts hall as Wan'er."

Long Qingchen's eyes were cold, "Let's go, go to eat first, after eating, we will go directly to the fourth lecture hall to find him, I want to interrupt his fifth leg."

Zhao Xiaolu looked dazed, like a puppet, and followed him to the cafeteria.

After eating, he took Zhao Xiaolu directly to the fourth lecture hall.

"That is the fourth son of the Prime Minister's Mansion."

Zhao Xiaolu looked at a young disciple, and her body trembled, seeming a little afraid.

Long Qingchen looked in the direction she was looking, and saw that a young disciple and a few beautiful female disciples were talking, laughing, flirting, and screaming, which made him even more angry, "Unreasonable, disturb other disciples' lunch break! "Everlasting Dragon