The wind lasted for 386 years.
The capital of Feng Kingdom is Shangjing, the Imperial Spiritual Martial Academy.
"Xiu, it's not right for us to be together."
A beautiful young girl of seventeen or eighteen years old whispered to a young man of similar age standing opposite her.
The young man looked at her blankly.
"I hope that my future husband will be someone who has the same goals as me and practices spiritual martial arts together, but you..."
At this point, she couldn't help but raise her head, took a deep look at him, and then slowly lowered her head. , said in an extremely low voice: "But you are not that kind of person, and you will not become that kind of person, Xiu, I'm sorry."
Yes, Shangguan Xiu knew very well that he could not be the person Meng Jun said he was.
He started practicing Lingwu when he was three years old, and after practicing hard for nearly fifteen years, he only reached the second level of Lingwu from the first level of Lingwu realm.
Judging from the common sense of Lingwu, he is simply not suitable for practicing Lingwu.
Martial people.
It's just that Pan Mengjun didn't know him for a day or two, a year or two.
They were childhood sweethearts from childhood to adulthood.
No one knew his situation better than her.
But today, he suddenly said such words.
"You have never said this to me before."
A trace of bitterness flashed across Shangguan Xiu's face.
Pan Mengjun was silent for a long time, and Fang murmured: "Before, my world was very small, with only a few people, but after I came to Shangjing and the Imperial Lingwu Academy, my world became bigger and I saw many things that I had never seen before.
Unimaginable.
Show, I’m sorry.”
Shangguan Xiu didn't know what to say.
He thought he should turn around and leave now.
But his feet stood still and didn't move.
He couldn't let go of his relationship for more than ten years.
"Xiu, I already have someone I like."
Pan Mengjun's words completely shattered the remaining hope in Shangguan Xiu's heart.
His originally bright eyes dimmed, but he forced a smile on his face, nodded, and said, "I understand."
A woman who has changed her heart is like a kite with a broken string.
She will only fly higher and farther.
Shangguan Xiu couldn't say such false words as wishing you happiness.
He doesn't have such a broad mind now.
He could only swear secretly in his heart that as long as you give me a chance, I will prove to you the decision you made today. is wrong At this time, a carriage drove over and stopped in front of the main entrance of Lingwu Academy.
The curtain of the carport was raised, and a young man in his late twenties stepped out of the car.
The young man has a slender figure and a handsome appearance.
He is wearing a black and well-fitting uniform of the Imperial Spiritual Martial Academy, with a beautiful sword hanging under his ribs. celebrity badge.
Seeing Shangguan Xiu and Pan Mengjun standing together from a distance, he was stunned for a moment, then strode forward and stood beside Pan Mengjun naturally, placing his hand casually on her waist, looking at her with a smile.
While Shangguan was showing off, he asked slowly: "Mengjun, who is he?"
With the appearance of this young man, the slight apology on Pan Mengjun's face disappeared instantly.
She smiled and said with a relaxed face: "Bai Yuan, he is the neighbor in the same village that I often mention, and he is also my childhood sweetheart, Shangguan. show."
As she spoke, she seemed to be afraid that the young man would misunderstand her, and she whispered seriously to Shangguan Xiu: "Xiao Xiu, go back, and don't come to see me again in the future."
Hearing her words, the young man narrowed his eyes and stared at Shangguan Xiu with an unkind expression.
Shangguanxiu is not yet eighteen years old, with an above-average height and a slightly thin figure.
Looking at his face, his appearance is not handsome, but he is also handsome and rugged.
His facial features are unusually deep, and his eyebrows are thick and dark.
Long and long, with a pair of long and narrow eyes at the bottom, hooked at the corners, typical eagle eyes, bright and bright, as if there is a sharp light shooting out when the eyes are flowing, the bridge of the nose is high, the lips are as thin as cut, and the handsomeness reveals fortitude. gas.
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What is not flattering is his old and worn-out outfit, a coarse cloth jacket, trousers, and a pair of cloth shoes underneath.
Although they are not yet patched, they already look very old.
His attire also looked out of place at the entrance of the Imperial Spiritual Martial Academy where the rich and powerful gathered.
Leng Baiyuan raised the corner of his mouth and chuckled.
He took two steps forward and stood in front of Shangguanxiu.
Then, his big hand reached out and grabbed Shangguanxiu's collar.
He raised his other hand, and at the same time, white mist emanated from his arm.
The mist surrounded his arm and never dispersed.
In just a blink of an eye, the gaseous white mist condensed into a solid entity, and settled on his arm.
Wrap it in a layer of white armor.
The spiritual cultivator releases his own spiritual energy outside the body and controls the spiritual energy to condense into a solid state outside the body to protect himself.
This is the spiritual armoring in spiritual martial arts.
At this time, Leng Baiyuan raised his fist covered with spiritual armor, intending to hit Shangguan Xiu on the head.
Shangguan Xiu's cultivation level has only reached the second level of spiritual movement, and is far from the level of completing the spiritual armor transformation.
If he is really hit by Leng Baiyuan's fist, his skull may be crushed by the opponent.
Seeing this, Pan Mengjun's expression changed with fright, and he hurriedly stepped forward, pulled Leng Baiyuan's raised arm hard, and stammered: "Bai Baiyuan, what are you doing?
Xiaoxiu is my childhood sweetheart. friend" Leng Baiyuan just wanted to scare Shangguan Xiu.
He was not so arrogant as to kill people in front of the gate of the Imperial Lingwu Academy in broad daylight.
"Isn't he here to pester you?"
Leng Baiyuan first smiled at Pan Mengjun, then his cold eyes fell on Shangguan Xiu's face, and then he shook his big fist wrapped in spiritual armor and said word by word. : "I don't care if you are Shangguanxiu or Xiaguanxiu.
If I see you dare to come to the academy to pester Mengjun again, don't blame me for being rude to you.
Now, get out of here."
While he was talking, he grabbed Shangguan Xiuyi's collar and pushed it outward.
The latter couldn't stand, took three big steps, and then sat down on the ground.
Shangguan Xiu sat down quickly and stood up quickly.
He stood up and stared at Leng Baiyuan with a pair of tiger eyes without blinking.
He was not a fool, of course he could see that the person Pan Mengjun said he liked should be him.
Seeing his love rival who was fighting for his love, Shangguan Xiu was filled with anger.
Now that the other party was violent to him again, the anger in his heart suddenly burst out.
Shangguan Xiu's eagle eyes were already sharp when glaring at people.
At this time, he stared at Leng Baiyuan angrily, giving the latter the illusion that he was not being stared at by a person, but more like he was being stared at by a ferocious beast.
The beast stared, as if the opponent might pounce on him at any time and bite his throat hard.
He didn't like the look in Shangguan Xiu's eyes, and he didn't like the shuddering feeling in his heart under his gaze.
He tilted his head, raised the corners of his mouth, met Shangguan Xiu's sharp gaze, and asked, "Why, boy, are you still not convinced?"
Shangguan Xiu didn't say a word, but looked straight at him.
The bastard Leng Baiyuan was furious and cursed in his heart.
Without any warning, he punched out suddenly.
His fists were covered with spiritual armor, they were powerful, heavy, and extremely fast.
Before Shangguan Xiu had time to react, he was hit in the lower abdomen by Leng Baiyuan's heavy punch.
He groaned, and his body bounced upward due to the impact of his fist, and then he knelt down on the ground with a plop.
The internal organs in his body felt like they were tied up in knots, and the pain was so painful that blood slowly flowed out from the corners of his mouth.
He gritted his teeth tightly and forced himself to remain silent.
Then he used his legs to support his body and stood up again.
It was hard to imagine that without the protection of the spiritual armor, he could still stand up after being hit by a practitioner's fist covered with a spiritual armor.
A flash of surprise also flashed across Leng Baiyuan's face.
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Just when he was surprised, Shangguan Xiu suddenly roared and rushed towards Leng Baiyuan with his fist.
However, his staggering punches did not pose any threat to Leng Baiyuan.
The latter turned slightly sideways and easily let go of his punch.
Leng Baiyuan instantly felt a strong murderous aura, and said in a cold tone: "Boy, you are looking for death."
As he spoke, he raised his fist and wanted to take action again.
It was obvious that Leng Baiyuan was really angry, and Pan Mengjun's heart also twitched.
Regardless of whether she still considered Shangguan Xiu as a lover or not, the two were childhood sweethearts after all, and had been in love for more than ten years.
She jumped in front of Leng Baiyuan and stood between him and Shangguan Xiu.
She frowned and said urgently: "Bo Yuan, stop fighting."
As she spoke, she looked at Shangguan Xiu again, and whispered in an almost pleading tone: "Xiao Xiu, please go quickly, I beg you."
Seeing the mist in Pan Mengjun's eyes, Shangguan Xiu slowly loosened his clenched fists and calmed down his mind that was burned by anger.
He wanted to fight Leng Baiyuan, but he didn't have the strength now.
Leng Baiyuan, like Pan Mengjun, is a student of the Imperial Spiritual Martial Academy.
His cultivation level has reached at least the fifth level of spiritual transformation, while he is only at the second level of spiritual movement.
The gap in cultivation is too huge.
It is no longer about fighting spirit.
The gap can be bridged by willpower.
He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.
He would remember this hatred in his heart.
Leng Baiyuan first looked at Pan Mengjun, then at Shangguanxiu, gritted his teeth secretly, suppressed the anger in his heart, raised the corners of his mouth, and laughed, with a look of disdain between his eyes and eyebrows, and said proudly: "Shangguanxiu, today You are lucky.
If I see you coming to the Imperial Spiritual Martial Academy to pester Meng Jun again, I will never "I'll forgive you."
After saying this, the anger on his face disappeared.
At the same time, he removed the spiritual armor from his fists.
He then hugged Pan Mengjun's waist with a smile, raised his head and said, "Mengjun, we are like him."
You little scoundrel, I've seen him a lot.
The more you talk to him, the more he'll get angry with you.
You have to stay away from this kind of person in the future."
As he spoke, he held Pan Mengjun in his arms, like a big cock that had won a fight, and walked arrogantly in front of Shangguan Xiu without even looking at him.
Pan Mengjun turned around repeatedly and wanted to turn around and run over several times to see if Shangguan Xiu was injured, but she finally held back and followed Leng Baiyuan into the gate of Lingwu Academy.
The surrounding students were also pointing at Shangguan Xiu, and the crowd jeered from time to time.
Shangguan Xiu's spiritual skills were not very good, but he had never been humiliated like this since he was a child.
He didn't even know how he left the gate of the Imperial Lingwu Academy.
When he came to his senses, he had already reached a spacious and bustling street.
It was July, the sky was cloudless, the sun was shining brightly, and the weather was hot.
At this moment, Shangguan Xiu's heart was as cold as ice, and he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
The moment Leng Baiyuan hugged Pan Mengjun and left, Shangguanxiu felt that an invisible big hand reached into his body, pulled out his self-esteem, threw it to the ground, and trampled it to pieces
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