I just want to touch, what bad thoughts can I have?

Chapter 182 The Sword Academy Has Changed (4400 words)
After chatting briefly with the other party, Qiao Tingzhu watched the boy's figure disappear behind the partition, and without wasting any time, she came to sit in the pool.

Letting the pool of water spread over her body, the scene of fighting against the opponent after the trial of the sword mound involuntarily reappeared in her mind.

"Thinking about it carefully, he should indeed have the qualifications to enter the middle-level area.

However, this is the first time after all, it is probably a bit difficult to use more than 50% of the energy in the Spirit Sword Pool at one time. "

Qiao Tingzhu's heart twitched slightly.

Perhaps the other party's utilization rate and persistence time of the Spirit Sword Pool will gradually surpass her in the future, but for the first time, the chances are not high.

This time, her main competition is still that guy Xiang Heng.

"Not surprisingly, Xiang Heng's persistence time this time may break a new high. My goal for this round is set to exceed [-] hours as much as possible..."

She was thinking about it when she raised her head in a daze.

The movement on the other side was like a turbulent wave crashing on the shore, interrupting her thoughts, and her attention was involuntarily attracted to her.

Is Student Fang really tempering the sword bone?

How could it make such a big noise?

In her head, a bunch of questions like this could not help popping up.

Meanwhile, cut off the other side.

In the No. [-] pool, the water in the pool that was supposed to be calm had ripples around the young man sitting in the center.

The rippling waves covered a wider and wider area, until finally, a water vortex that was about to cover the entire site was formed.

The strange thing is that although the vortex is more than a few inches higher than the pool wall, it seems to have an invisible pulling force, preventing them from spreading outward.

Fang Qingran felt that the bones in his body seemed to come alive at this moment, turning into baby birds waiting to be fed, sending him thoughts like 'hunger' and 'greed' all the time.

His Vientiane Sword Soul and Myriad Calamity Golden Body are running with all their strength, just to deliver 'nutrition' to each bone at the fastest speed.

Outside the Spirit Sword Pond, the cattail fan of the old man lying on the rattan chair made an indiscernible pause, his inexplicable expression was fleeting, but in the blink of an eye, he quickly returned to a relaxed and contented look.

A quarter of an hour later, Fang Qingran, who was sitting in the pool, had a hint of joy in his indifferent eyes.

No.30 two sword bones, it's done!

In time, it only takes 15 minutes.

You know, it took at least half a day for him to temper a piece of sword bone with the bone tempering paste, but now the efficiency has improved by not a little bit.

"As expected of a special building, Tianshu Academy has such a sharp weapon, no wonder it has always been at the forefront of many universities in Tianshu City, and it is no wonder that there are a large number of college entrance examination candidates trying to get in every year."

Fang Qingran secretly sighed in his heart, at this moment, he seemed to have discovered something again, and gasped slightly.

The dot-like spiritual fire in the spiritual seed in his body seemed to be slightly brighter than before he finished tempering the sword bone.

Although this slight loss is a small point that can only be seen through careful observation with a magnifying glass, it undoubtedly tells a fact to Fang Qingran.

He had reached the limit of the firefly's spiritual fire, and he also enjoyed a slight increase in the process of tempering the sword bone just now.

"I didn't expect that the Spirit Sword Pool not only tempers the sword bones, but also has the effect of assisting the enhancement of spiritual fire!"

Fang Qingran, who had reaped the unexpected joy, couldn't help but work harder.

The improvement of this small amount of spiritual fire can hardly be reflected in terms of strength. However, Fang will not be depressed because of this, but will only be happier.

Because he knows that this is only a symbol of the beginning.

The vortex became more and more urgent, and the time passed by every minute and every second. With the completion of tempering each piece of sword bone, Fang Qingran's spiritual fire gradually charged from the firefly limit to a higher level.

The sun is setting and the moon is rising.

The Kendo Academy students who entered during the day returned from the primary area one after another.

Their aura, compared with before entering, without exception has risen a small step, the improvement visible to the naked eye.

Under the joyful expressions of the students, it was hard to hide the pain.

In less than a day, the Tianshu points saved by hard work were squandered.

If I want to set foot here again and have a good time, I don't know that I have to save up until the Year of the Monkey.

"The increase of the primary pool is so strong. In less than a day, I tempered seven or eight sword bones in one go. I don't know how abnormal the effect of the intermediate pool will be!"

Some students cast envious eyes at the intermediate area.

"A perversion is a perversion, but the number of sword bones that have been tempered may not be much more than ours."

Another student took up the conversation:
"There are a total of [-] bones in the human body. When the number of sword bones transformed exceeds [-], there will be a greater increase in the consumption of tempering sword bones for every ten more.

Generally speaking, the seniors and sisters who can enter the intermediate area have at least tempered more than 110 sword bones. They absorb a lot of energy, but they also consume a lot.

Not to mention, no one has ever been able to completely absorb the energy of a pool of water, and it is not bad if it can persist in absorbing 50.00%. "

When it comes to the intermediate area of ​​Spirit Sword Pool, these students recalled the scene that happened during the day, and they all cheered up.

"You guys say, this time, will it be longer to insist on the senior, or the longer sister Qiao?"

A girl in the crowd asked a question.

"Is there any need to guess?
It must be Senior Xiang! "

Immediately, Xiang Heng, a junior from the same club, began to compare and analyze data.

"Senior Sister Qiao is indeed talented, but after all, she is only in the middle of the candle, and the longest time so far is several hours behind Senior Xiang. Although I am optimistic about her future, but now..."

Listening to these students discussing enthusiastically and excitedly, a young man following behind them inadvertently glanced at the intermediate area of ​​Spirit Sword Pool.

The scene that happened to me during the day, when I recall it now, I still feel a little embarrassed from time to time.

The 'old man' who came to Spirit Sword Pool for the second time enthusiastically guided a newcomer, but the newcomer took out an intermediate area to enter the authority.

The other party claimed that this was the first time he had come to the Spiritual Sword Pool. He didn't believe it at first, but after taking a bath in the Spiritual Sword Pool, his attitude gradually changed after he came across a post from a freshman by chance.

Not only is that good brother here for the first time, he seems to be a newcomer who has only been in school for a few days!
The post he came across was titled [On the top ten freshmen this year].

The slightly blurred back of the white bathrobe on the picture below is very familiar.

At present, there have been more than Qianlou's replies, and the scolding battle continues, and the post is very popular.

The main point of contention is nothing else but the person he met today and the recommended student named Yan Wen, who should be ranked first.

"However, even the top scorer in the college entrance examination can be regarded as the best among the freshmen, but after all, he has not even entered the Candle Realm. This time, in the intermediate area, it is difficult to compare with the other two in terms of persistence time and tempering benefits. !"

Thinking of this, he hesitated for a while, but didn't make a sound.

Not long after, one sentence ended the topic at hand.

"Why bother arguing so much, after about three days, won't we be able to see the outcome?"

When many students expressed their agreement, a student in the crowd stared at the screen projected on the bracelet, and his eyes became a little straight for a while.

"Why do you have a bitter face, what happened?"

His friend patted him on the shoulder.

"The club I belong to seems to have been forcibly merged into the Bajian Club not long ago..."

He opened his mouth in a low voice, full of disbelief in his words.

"Me too!
The deputy head of the club just came to inform me that the whole club must immediately gather at Yijiantai!

It seems that the head of the club made the deputy head of the Bajian Club vomit blood during the process of fighting the sword, and lost to the other party! "

Another student from the Kendo Academy couldn't help exclaiming.

The relaxed atmosphere outside the Spirit Sword Pool was instantly replaced by solemnity, and everyone had a gloomy face, as if they were preoccupied.

At this time, the last sentence that came out became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"It's not just our Kendo Institute, it seems that there are clubs in other institutes who are also taking action, and all of them are targeting small clubs like us!"

The students present did not care about saying goodbye to each other, and parted ways with their hearts full of worries.

For the next two or three days, when Fang Qingran was immersed in tempering the sword bones, no matter it was outside Tianshu City or inside Tianshu Academy, it was a mess.

One by one, the small associations were announced to be merged into some larger associations. Those who can survive in this situation are at least the ones with high-ranking students, or clubs that can compete with high-ranking students.

Eighty-one hours after the opening of the intermediate area, Qiao Tingzhu woke up from her practice. She realized that the pressure on her body had almost reached its limit, so she got up slowly and stopped refining the remaining sword bones.

"The benefits this time are stronger than I imagined."

There was a gleam of satisfaction in her eyes. When she heard the unabated sound from the other side of the partition, she couldn't help being a little silent, not knowing what expression to use to respond.

The light in her eyes drooped, and a little weirdness gradually appeared on her pretty face.

A gurgling stream of water flowed out of her pool silently, and flowed from the gap between the partition and the ground into the No. [-] pool where the students on the other side were.

Ten seconds later, more and more noises outside the Spirit Sword Pool attracted her attention.

Standing on the spot and listening carefully for a while, she no longer hesitated, put this puzzling scene to the back of her mind for the time being, and went to the entrance and exit of the Spirit Sword Pool after a simple cleaning.

Before the entrance, she met a familiar figure.

"You came out too?" Xiang Heng gave her a look, "There seems to be something wrong outside."

The eyes of the two people intertwined, and they both read the puzzled emotion from the other's eyes.

There were too many students gathered outside the Spirit Sword Pond.

It's not the first time for the two of them to enter the intermediate area. As for receiving so much attention?
Walking out of the Spirit Sword Pool, the rising heat mist disappeared, and the field of vision suddenly became clear. The moment the two of them appeared, cheers erupted from the surrounding students.

"It's Senior Xiang and Sister Qiao!"

Xiang Heng raised his eyes and saw many students from the Kendo Institute and the juniors of his own club...

But among these people, the one who caught his attention the most was the members of the Bajian Club who uniformly embroidered a huge sword on their costumes.

"Senior Xiang Heng, one of the facades of Kendo Institute, has long admired his name."

The blue-shirted youth headed by the Bajian Society held a sword salute, saying that he had admired him for a long time, but there was no trace of respect on his face, and there was a faint gloomy smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Liao Tong?" Xiang Heng frowned, "What are you guys doing here? Where is the president of Bajian Club? Where is he now?"

"The head of the club is naturally doing what he thinks is important."

Liao Tong said expressionlessly.

He raised his eyelids: "I'm here this time, just to ask you a question, Senior Xiang Heng.

Are you willing to join Bajian Society? "

His flat voice echoed throughout the audience:

"We have integrated the resources of many small societies. If you are willing to join, the treatment will definitely not be worse than it is now, but will only be better."

Hearing these words, some of the surrounding students lowered their heads one after another, as if they dared not speak out.

"Not interested in."

Xiang Heng's answer was without any hesitation.

"Not even thinking about it?"

Liao Tong's face suddenly turned ugly, he obviously didn't expect Xiang Heng to refuse so mercilessly.

"Not only do you not think about it, but I also remind you a little bit."

Xiang Heng Leng shouted:
"I don't care what your Bajian club does. Don't do some dirty tricks to my club. If I find out again..."

"Let you find out again, how are you doing?"

A sound like iron scraping interrupted Xiang Heng's words.

Xiang Heng and Qiao Tingzhu looked at the same sound at the same time, a black and blue coffin smashed obliquely into the ground with a roar, and a figure shrouded in black robes descended from the sky, and landed on the top of the coffin in an even manner.

The hood concealed the real face of the visitor, the only point of the chin that was barely exposed could not see the slightest trace of blood, and the facial skin showed a sickly paleness.

"President of Bajian Club, Jianba?"

Xiang Heng looked up at the other party, with fear flashing unconsciously in his eyes.

"Then I don't mind fighting with your club on the Yijiantai!"

Qiao Tingzhu spoke suddenly, she had already realized that the other party's visitor was not kind, and she didn't mean to communicate in a friendly manner.

"Oh?"

Jianba seemed to have heard something very funny, laughed twice, and then said:
"Why wait until we go to the Yijiantai?
I think this is a good place too.

In this way, as long as we can defeat me, our Bajian Club will detour when we see you from now on, and we will never trouble you again.

Of course, if I win, I hope that all of you can join Bajian Club and become a member of our club. "

"Okay, then I'll..."

Before Xiang Heng finished speaking, Jian Ba ​​interrupted him again.

He grinned sullenly:
"Going up one by one would be a waste of time.

You two, let's go together! "

Such a contemptuous attitude really annoyed Xiang Heng and Qiao Tingzhu.

They looked at each other and suddenly disappeared in place.

When he reappeared, the two swords were already around the young man in black.

The tip of the sword that was shining with cold light approached, but Jianba still didn't respond, and it seemed that he didn't take the attack of the two of them seriously at all.

It wasn't until the two swords were less than half a step away from him that he suddenly moved.

Two fog pythons that looked like living creatures swept out from under the sleeves of the black robe, and between the opened fangs, each spit out a cold front wrapped in black mist.

As the sword lights intersected, Xiang Heng's slightly horrified voice sounded:
"Which step did you break through?!"

"Just found out? It's too late!"

Jian Ba ​​smiled coldly, and the sword wrapped in black mist pierced the chests of Xiang Heng and Qiao Tingzhu, no blood seeped out, but they both rolled to the ground, unable to fight back.

"Unless the Flame Torch Realm doesn't come out, I'm afraid Jianba will be able to cross the Sword Academy!"

Enduring the pain by force, Xiang Heng turned pale.

He couldn't think of anyone under the Flame Torch Realm who could check and balance the other party. The other Candle Limits of the Sword Academy were only [-]-[-] of his strength. As long as they failed to break through to the next step, it was absolutely impossible Is the opponent's opponent.

"From today onwards, the Bajian Club will become the only club in the Sword Academy."

Jian Ba ​​turned and left without even looking at the two who had lost their fighting ability.

Aware of Xiang Heng's loss, Qiao Tingzhu stared deeply into the depths of the Spirit Sword Pool.

"No, senior Xiang, I think there may be one more person, he may have a chance..."

"Who?"

Xiang Heng's eyes lit up, as if he saw a glimmer of hope.

"He's still inside... tempering the sword bone."

Qiao Tingzhu's eyes seemed to have a different brilliance:

"It went in at about the same time as us."

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(End of this chapter)