The master of cultivating immortals became a god after regaining her luck.

Soon it was a few days before the exchange meeting.

Yan Qiao and four other students who participated in the exchange meeting were having a meeting in the principal's office.

Beside her stood Si Shu and Mo Ziyan, and the other two were a man and a woman.

The boy's name is Situ Ling, the monitor of the Taoist class.

He was wearing a green shirt, his hair was slightly long and hanging on his shoulders, and he had a different kind of temperament.

The girl's name is Song Wan'er, the top college student in the all-round class and a typical technical talent.

She was wearing white casual clothes, which looked very light and breathable.

But it is now November, and winter has come earlier in Shensi due to terrain reasons.

You can wrap yourself up in cotton-padded clothes almost as early as October. In November, the white snow in the sky has already enveloped the entire campus.

But Song Wan'er was wearing extremely skimpy clothes, and it was obvious that there was something fishy about the clothes she was wearing.

Yan Qiao lowered her eyes slightly. The effect of this clothes was similar to that of the robes on her body.

Wearing it can make people not afraid of severe cold and heat.

It's just that the robe she wears naturally requires spiritual power and political formations to maintain its operation.

I just don’t know what the reason behind Song Wan’er’s clothes is.

Thinking of this, Yan Qiao's eyes stayed on her body for a few more seconds.

Among the few people, only Si Shu was dressed warmly.

Mo Ziyan himself studied ancient martial arts, so he naturally had a certain ability to withstand the severe cold.

And Situ Ling's body is always surrounded by a stream of air to protect him from the severe cold.

Yan Qiao could clearly see that the power was somewhat similar to spiritual power.

It seems to be a kind of energy that relies on heaven and earth.

"The exchange meeting is on the 17th. Are you all ready?" Lin Shiheng glanced at several people with sharp eyes.

Hearing this, Song Wan'er sneered and said, "Don't worry, Principal Lin, at least we won't lose to the little ghost country next door."

Lin Shiheng looked at her, his eyes stayed on her for a moment, and then he laughed and said, "It seems that Student Song is very confident."

"Those who come from our Divine Division are not inferior to anyone, okay?" Song Wan'er snorted softly.

As she said that, she turned her eyes to Yan Qiao who was aside, nodded slightly and said:

"Isn't your good disciple very powerful? If you don't believe it, we have to believe her."

Lin Shiheng suddenly shook his head helplessly: "You are really..."

Song Wan'er was not afraid of his anger, she just stared at Yan Qiao, as if she had seen something interesting.

Being stared at, Yan Qiao frowned slightly and raised his eyes to meet hers.

Song Wan'er smiled towards her, soft and cute.

Yan Qiao's expression paused slightly because she did not sense any malice from Song Wan'er.

It was the same as last time and this time, as if he was simply admiring something about her.

Yan Qiao secretly lowered his eyes and scanned himself, but found nothing wrong.

The interaction between the two fell into the eyes of the people around them. Situ Ling looked at Yan Qiao with a serious look.

A variety of emotions flashed through his eyes, but they returned to calm after a moment.

"Wan'er." Situ Ling shouted.

Song Wan'er, who was called, turned around reluctantly: "What are you doing?"

"Don't offend classmate Yan Qiao."

Situ Ling's tone was extremely calm, and only when he looked at Song Wan'er did a trace of warmth appear on his face.

"Oh."

Song Wan'er responded casually, then turned her head to observe Yan Qiao.

Yan Qiao raised his eyes slightly and met hers.

After a while, Song Wan'er took the lead to look away.

She touched her heart with lingering fear, with shock in her eyes.

This power... is too strong!