Chapter 1998 The fourth floor of Jiange, the three swords flow
"It seems to be snowing."
As the saying goes, look at the clouds and understand the weather. After a while, I finally withdrew my gaze from the sky without a trace of clouds, and I exclaimed and said to myself.
Of course, the logic undoubtedly makes people think.
For example, the old man Weilong who was watching behind him could feel the heavy feeling of the other party without having to turn back and pay.
But Fu Qian still turned around.
For a demigod, such a distance is not delayed at all to hear what he sighed just now.
You can see that Mr. Weilong looked solemn, but finally he restrained himself and did not reveal his doubts.
It is obvious that after experiencing vicissitudes, he has summarized his life experience, that is, when facing the temporary talks of Apocalypse, it is golden.
Even if the other party speaks, you should think twice before answering—
Unfortunately, Professor Fu also seemed to have no intention of saying a word, and replaced it with body language.
The eyes did not stop on Mr. Vilon for a moment. With a crisp sound, Fu Qian's arm had already stretched out and slapped a window behind him.
This magnificent and majestic building instantly followed the footsteps of Shan Zhuyuan.
Thorn—
Professor Fu's movements did not stop. He stretched into the inside and used force. When he retracted, he pulled off the dark brown and looked luxurious and thick curtain.
He skillfully put it on his body and wrapped it around his hands, blocking the bloody clothes. Fu Qian didn't look at the messy scene behind him again and left.
And there were undoubtedly more people watching this time.
In addition to Mr. Weilong and the few gazes he had noticed at first, more elites in the Linghui Academy who were attracted by the sound had only time to capture a tall back.
No one tried to stop him, and he could even hear Mr. Veron scolding someone coldly back.
Today's Linghuiyuan is obviously very elegant.
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"Professor Fu, are you going to go in and take a look today?"
Although he is wearing strange clothes, he is still far less eye-catching than the original bloody clothes.
Fu Qian did not rush back to the laboratory, but continued to wander in the school on the winter afternoon.
Buxu and not quick, a building that looked more familiar than Linghuiyuan appeared in front of you.
Jiange.
The eaves of the hierarchy stand quietly, and it is far from the annual opening day, but the doorman's expression is still serious.
The person who was wearing strange clothes was walking over was already recognized before he could get close. The next moment, he was surprised and respectful, and the gatekeeper took the initiative to greet Professor Fu.
Even took the initiative to ask if you want to go to the forbidden area to observe? He is also a proud and arrogant person, and his attitude is a bit different from that of Linghuiyuan.
"Can you enter?"
The other party took the initiative to say this, and Fu Qian was curious. "Of course, Dean Li has specifically told you that Jiange will be open to you at any time in the future." Professor Fu's tone was so easy-going, but the janitor did not dare to neglect and answered respectfully.
Oh... Look at the situation of the Sword Academy.
Li Weixuan actually specially approved the privilege of being a person from the outer school. Such an honor is probably rare in the entire academy.
It is obvious that in terms of hospital friendship, the Apocalypse and the Sword Academy are more effective.
After the cast comes back, you can also suggest that some areas of the Apocalypse that are open to the apocalypse - teachers and students of the Sword Academy will not dislike it. "Yes, I'm just about to go in. Thank you for your hard work."
Whether they disliked them or not, Fu Qian expressed his dislike and really nodded and stood in front of the door.
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The dark door opened silently, and the familiar scenes and solemn aura came to my face in an instant.
"Professor Fu can freely enter and exit every floor. If you have any questions, please call me any time."
The gatekeeper adhered to the style of a kendo monk and urged Fu forward and entered the door without any nonsense. He specifically stated that there was no movement restrictions at all, so he quietly retreated. "Okay, thank you."
How could Fu Qian fall into the demeanor of Apocalypse? He walked to the depths of Jiange while gently thanking him, and after a moment, he stood in front of a black long sword.
The familiar rugged appearance has no longer the alternative smell. It is obvious that it has been replaced by the genuine product, no longer the previous mushroom sword.
Yes, it was the one that Professor Rob had secretly operated.
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Although the imitation is vivid and even because of the special materials used, it is a bit evil, but compared with this original version, it is less charming.
But what I found was still not it.
Fu Qian continued to move forward, stepped onto the stairs, and came to the second floor... Sure enough, there were many dazzling arrays and heroic spirits.
Maybe the rank cannot be called very high, but it is really a reflection of the rich accumulation of "cultivation".
Fu Qian's words are quite strict, because as mentioned earlier, there is not only a sword weapon.
While admiring the past, Fu Qian couldn't help but think of the glorious years when he was surrounded by sword intent and had all kinds of magic.
Thinking about it today, I can't bear to look back.
Click!
The next moment he reached out his hand, took a medium-length straight sword from the base, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully.
After confirming that the vermilion hilt matched the color of his new jacket, Fu Qian handed it to another hand with satisfaction and continued to go up the floor - and took another sword.
The principle of choosing this time is not because of the color of the hilt, but even though it has been a collection, the sword body is still as bright as autumn water, which can clearly reflect its own image and be used as a mirror.
When!
He threw the box he was carrying all the way to the ground, took out Ji's incense axe, threw it into his mouth and bit it between his teeth, and the remaining two swords crossed into a cross, shaped them.
Even maintained this scene of shame and came to the top level of Jiange.
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"The boy didn't know the taste of sorrow... Falling in love with Cen Lou..."
San Dao Liu seemed not that easy, but Fu Qian still maintained an amazing momentum and made a speechless sound.
There is still no one, and it is obvious that there is no mentor working here today in the Sword Academy.
But it doesn't matter, there is a teacher of Apocalypse here.
While arrogant expression, Fu Qian finally changed his posture, pointing his swords obliquely to both sides, and stretched his arms, looking at the many ancient sword skeletons as if they were about to start the whirlwind slash.
In the chaotic sound of shattering, layers of sword blade storms were really launched in the sanctuary of the Sword Academy.
Not only are many precious collections involved in an instant, but they even swept across the road, directly tearing the ancient building apart from the inside.
There seemed to be a scream, but it did not stop Fu Qian from holding the sword at all - until the latter became non-existent the next moment.
Just when the blade touched a rolling short sword in chaos, it didn't even make any sound. The weapon in Fu Qian's hand had drifted into sand and was transmitted upwards, swallowing his fingers, palms, arms...
The extraordinary flesh and blood strength of the second-level is not reflected at all.
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