The Sword Master God's Journey to Face Slapping

"It would be nice if the president was still here." After learning about the fifth campus supernatural legend, Hao Mingjun couldn't help but scratch his head and sighed regretfully, "Probably only the president can understand the thoughts of this top student. "

Except for Lou Shaojun, everyone else is a bunch of academic scumbags. The realm of academic masters is beyond their reach, and the thoughts of academic masters are beyond their understanding. This, this, how are they going to solve this problem of jumping from the library? Where is the ghost that jumped down?

What to do if Yali Mountain is big?

"The library is also locked..." Feng Yamei stepped on his feet and glanced, then turned to look at Xuan Yuan silently. Although he could not help them deal with these ghosts and gain their approval, he should be able to open the door for them. Bar?

Su Mengmeng raised her head and looked at the five-story library. After looking around, she landed on a window on the left side in the middle of the fifth floor. She pointed at the window and whispered: " Well, I jumped from that 24-hour study room.”

She lowered her voice and sounded a bit gloomy: "He fell in front of the library and jumped down at one or two in the morning. He was not discovered until the next morning. He fell to pieces and was bleeding."

Feng Yamei trembled all over and couldn't help but rolled her eyes: "Vice president, I beg you, please don't speak in such a tone just to create an atmosphere at this time, okay? This is not a courage test. We really encountered a ghost!"

Su Mengmeng coughed lightly, a blush appeared on her chubby face, and said sheepishly: "I'm sorry, I'm used to it." This was not the first time she participated in the courage test competition. She was the initiator and conductor every time. , so I am used to using this tone to exaggerate the atmosphere.

Walking to the door of the library, Xuan Yuan lightly swiped his index finger, and a sword energy surged out, directly splitting the library door in half, revealing the dark and empty room inside, because some things had already been said. So Xuan Yuan didn't bother to hide anything and just opened the door.

"Awesome..." Although Yan Xingping was frightened by the deep chasm drawn by Xuan Yuan before, he was also the one who yearned for this kind of power the most. At this time, he couldn't help but praise in a low voice, full of desire. He glanced enviously at the door that was simply split into two halves by Xuan Yuan.

The cultivator is so powerful, it would be great if he could be so powerful. Not only for their long lifespan, but also for their incomparable strength, which is also the envy of everyone.

"Climbing stairs again, climbing stairs again... I'm going to lose a few pounds." Feng Yamei panted and climbed to the fifth floor with difficulty, holding on to the handrail of the stairs. "Why doesn't the school install an elevator? Don't you know how hard it is for others to climb stairs? ?”

Su Mengmeng, who was slightly chubby, was struggling even more than the petite Feng Yamei. She was sweating profusely and climbed to the fifth floor in one breath before saying, "This school building is an old one. What's wrong with the elevator?" possible?"

"That's right, even the new school building where we go to school now doesn't have an elevator." Feng Yamei exhaled and said in a helpless tone, "Why doesn't the school have elevators? The school also has five or six floors!"

Yan Xingping glanced at Feng Yamei. Although he was still impatient to listen to her complaints, after everyone experienced such an unfortunate thing, he really didn't feel like losing his temper and was not so irritable anymore, so after just one glance, he Withdrew his gaze.

Although Yan Xingping withdrew his gaze without saying anything, Feng Yamei still closed her mouth very consciously, shrank behind Hao Mingjun and stopped talking. In the entire club, except for the top student president Lou Shaojun, she was most afraid of the grumpy Yan Xingping .

"Go in?" Hao Mingjun was already standing at the door of the 24-hour study room that Su Mengmeng mentioned. His height of 1.8 meters allowed him to see the situation in the classroom directly through the glass above the classroom door. , he peeked at the situation in the classroom and asked in a low voice.

"You must go in, otherwise how can you get his approval?" Meng Yangbo's expression was still gloomy and silent, but at this time he took the initiative to talk. This was basically impossible before, except for Chi Zhi and Yan Xingping, his two good friends. I had responded to Lou Shaojun’s words before.

Hao Mingjun felt a little flattered and scratched his head, opened the door and walked in first: "Hey... there is no electricity, I can't see anything clearly!" This old school building has been abandoned for a long time, and the electricity has stopped long ago. After entering the study room, I really couldn't see anything.

"Don't you know you can't talk in the study room?" A stern voice suddenly sounded, with a hint of displeasure, "Only high school seniors can enter the 24-hour study room. Are you seniors?"

Hao Mingjun shrank under the intimidation of this sweet academic master, and his tall figure showed a bit of flinching. He shook his head and said quietly: "Yes, I'm sorry, I, this is my first time here. This kind of study room.”

As a bad student, he hasn't even been to the library a few times, okay?

"Huh! What are you doing here? Get out!" The stern voice softened slightly, but still said it, as if he was very dissatisfied with Hao Mingjun breaking into the study room.

Hao Mingjun touched his head and withdrew shyly. As soon as he exited the study room, Hao Mingjun was met with disdainful looks from Feng Yamei and others, as if they were saying, "Why are you so cowardly that you came out like this?" It’s too easy to get rid of!

Scratching his head, Hao Mingjun muttered helplessly: "I didn't want to either, but for some reason I felt embarrassed to stay in, so I came out... You can do it, or you can go."

Feng Yamei and Su Mengmeng, who were both poor students, looked up at the ceiling and thought that the moonlight today was really beautiful, silvery cold and chilly, and pretended not to hear what Hao Mingjun said.

After a period of awkward silence, several people could not help but silently look at Xuanyuan, with a little resentment in their eyes. Su Mengmeng said faintly: "It would be great if the president was still here, he is the top student in the whole grade."

Su Mengmeng and Lou Shaojun are both sophomores in Yushan No. 1 Middle School, but one is the top student in science and the other is a poor student in Class 7 of the liberal arts. The gap is not ordinary.

"Go in." Xuanyuan's eyes were clear and he swept over everyone calmly. He said calmly, without waiting for everyone to respond, he had already walked into this 24-hour study room first.

Several people looked at each other for a while, and hurriedly followed. Suddenly, a group of eight people entered this spacious but empty study room. Because there was no electricity, the classroom was still dark, not even as bright as outside. After all, there was moonlight in the corridor outside.

After adapting for a while, Su Mengmeng and others could barely see the arrangement of desks in the study room. This study room was similar to the general reading room, but the gaps between the positions were larger. The desks were covered with dust. I don’t know how long no one has been here.

In a corner of the study room, there was a pearly white figure sitting. He was leaning over a desk, which was piled with old books. I don’t know what he was writing or drawing. He looked very busy.

He paused and looked over with a bit of displeasure and confusion: "What do you have to do? If you want to study, sit down quietly and don’t disturb others." After that, he lowered his head and continued to be busy.

Xuanyuan didn't care about his cold attitude, and just asked calmly: "You are already dead, what's the point of studying hard here? You can't take the college entrance examination again, and it is even more impossible to surpass the first in the grade with you."

"Is it so direct?" Hao Mingjun was a little dumbfounded, because he was a little scared of this nerd who committed suicide in the library, so he stood behind everyone, and at this time he couldn't help but whisper to Feng Yamei, with a tone of doubt.

Feng Yamei was also dizzy, but she was also a poor student. She was asked to comfort the nerd and let him agree to let them leave... Emmmm, should we use the example of these poor students to comfort this nerd and tell him that he is actually very good, better than many people?

It seems that the nerd doesn't seem to be very interested in finding a sense of accomplishment from the poor students.

Because of Xuanyuan's direct question, the pearly white figure froze in place, and the pen in his hand fell down. He sat in his seat blankly, his face full of confusion. He murmured in a low voice, and couldn't help talking to himself: "Yes, what's the point of me doing this?"

He sat there blankly, looking confused. He scratched his head, his face full of depression: "Yes, what's the point of studying hard now? The people I want to surpass have graduated long ago."

"I will never have the chance to take the college entrance examination to perform well." He covered his head and clenched his teeth, "Why do I still have to learn these things? Even if I learn the knowledge in these textbooks thoroughly, what's the use, what's the use?"

As he asked himself, a wave of wind and waves suddenly rose in front of him, and the tables and chairs in the study room were blown away, making the study room, which was originally very neat but covered with dust, a mess.

"I, why do I feel like he, he seems to be crazy." Lu Xiaoqi hid behind Xuanyuan nimbly, and asked in a trembling voice, "You seem to have stimulated him to go crazy, what should I do, he won't go crazy, right?"

Not only Lu Xiaoqi was terrified, but several other people also stepped back in doubt and wanted to retreat to the outside of the study room.

Xuanyuan regarded the gust of wind as nothing, and any gust of wind that rolled in front of him would dissipate without a trace, as if it had never appeared at all. He stared at the ghost with bloodshot eyes with a cold and indifferent look, and asked calmly: "Do you want to reincarnate again?"

Huh...

The long wind that was originally sweeping in the study room suddenly stopped, and the school bully with slightly red eyes looked over: "What did you say?"