Start a deserted grave

Prompt: "The distance between the host and the main body is too far, and the connection has been completely disconnected."

"Hey! What's the situation?!"

Huang Fen was shocked.

According to what the system said before, if you disconnect yourself from the main body, doesn't that mean that this [body with soul] is about to lose consciousness?
Maybe even more serious, maybe even my own consciousness will dissipate with it!

one second...

two seconds...

Five seconds later, Huang Fen felt that his consciousness was still as clear as before, and there seemed to be no change.

Seeing that Huang Fen didn't pay attention to what he meant, the "red-haired" young man raised his eyebrows;
Before he could open his mouth, the fat man beside him took a step forward to stare at Huang Fen, and said angrily, "Boy! Which school do you belong to!

Are we Leng Shao asking you something?Don't you hear? ! "

At this moment, Huang Fen was calling out to the system in his heart, how could he care about them...

"system!"

"Hey! Boss of the system! Are you there?"

"っД)っWow! Don't pretend to be dead! I was hurt by you!"

However, no matter how Huang Fen called in his heart, he couldn't get any response from the system.

Just when he was in a hurry, he suddenly noticed a gust of wind coming towards his face.

Huang Fen subconsciously stretched out his left hand to block.

"Snapped!"

Fatty threw a punch with seven-point force, originally thought that even if Huang Fen could catch it, he would be knocked to the ground by the huge force, and he would be embarrassed on the spot.

However, Huang Fen stood firmly in place without moving;

On the contrary, it was Fatty's sandbag-sized fist that was held in his hand.

Seeing that his fist was being held, the fat man was startled and wanted to withdraw his hand.

After suddenly exerting force, he found that the opponent's hand was like a vice, and he was holding himself firmly.

Huang Fen frowned slightly, and when he turned his left wrist, the fat man's wrist bone made a crisp sound!
"Ouch!!!"

This scream was like killing a pig.

Huang Fen was overjoyed, it seemed that although he had lost contact with his main body;
But it looks like the power is still there!
"Useless things!"

The "red-haired" young master Leng took a step forward and blocked the fat man who was squatting on the ground holding his wrist and screaming miserably behind him.

He stared at Huang Fen with cold eyes and said, "Boy! You dare to touch someone like me, you are quite courageous!"

Huang Fen didn't pay attention to the other party, but tried to call out his own attribute list in his mind.

No surprises, nothing happened.

Huang Fen immediately realized that his current state had completely lost the assistance of the system;

"I don't know how much power is left in this [Body of Sending Soul]..."

Huang Fen muttered to himself.

Seeing that he was being ignored again, Young Master Leng smiled angrily.

"Ha ha……

You are very brave!

Boy, I want to let you know today that I am very cold! "

Before the words fell, Leng Shao's red hair seemed to be on fire in an instant!

His left hand was clawed, and flames were faintly burning on it, and the claws were facing Huang Fen!
Huang Fen was shocked.

Heart said: "This guy can actually do magic!"

He was also unambiguous, and raised his right hand to fight back, but suddenly found that the magic sword was still in his hand.

At this time, the other party's claws had already reached him;
In order not to hurt the innocent, Huang Fen could only move his sword horizontally, barely blocking the blow.

He's not some Madonna.

And after crossing into a tomb, Huang Fen even felt that his kindness had weakened a lot;

But for human beings, he still couldn't kill them for no reason.

Although this Young Master Leng in front of him is unreasonable, he is also somewhat hateful;
But from Huang Fen's point of view, he still has salvation, and the crime does not warrant death.

The fat man was injured just now, although he cursed, he was able to stand in front of him;

It shows that young master Leng's heart is at least not particularly bad.

"clang!"

Shao Leng's paw, which was burning with faint flames, was blocked by the magic sword in Huang Fen's hand.

He frowned slightly, and his tone was slightly surprised: "Are you from the Yujian School?"

"The Imperial Sword School? What is that stuff?"

Huang Fen was puzzled, but his expression did not change, nor did he answer the other party's question.

From Young Master Leng's perspective, Huang Fen's behavior was considered a tacit consent.

"The dignified student of the Yujian School, just when the aptitude test is about to start, ran to the boundary of my supernatural school to sleep...

What, are you afraid that your aptitude is too poor to pass the aptitude test? "

Leng Shao made no secret of the provocation and contempt in his words.

Huang Fen could not hear his words.

What "Sword School",
What "supernatural school",
What "qualification test" is, there are too many messy terms, and Huang Fen has never heard of it.

But he knew in his heart that he must have crossed again this time...

Based on his own "knowledge reserve", Huang Fen made up the current situation by himself.

This should be a place similar to an academy.

Not long after, some kind of "qualification test" was about to start here, and he was regarded as a "classmate" by the young master Leng in front of him, but he was not from the same department.

"I heard that the people of Yujian School are all geniuses selected from a hundred, and only one person is sent to participate in the aptitude test every year.

Seeing is worth seeing, he is actually a good-for-nothing who ran away!

In my opinion, Young Master Leng, what kind of School of Sword Control is nothing more than that! "

Young master Leng was arrogant, and the red hair on his head burned even more intensely.

Huang Fen wanted to explain.

But after thinking about it, if I deny the identity imposed on me by the other party;

Then there may be more problems.

After all, there is obviously no blood moon in this world. If I confess my identity as a time traveler, I am afraid that I will cause a lot of trouble.

"Master Leng is right!
What's so great about your Imperial Sword School?
We had a good talk with you, but you not only kept silent, you were defiant, and even hurt others, it's really bad! "

The thin man on the side started his fanning performance.

Leng Shao took another step towards Huang Fen, looking at his posture, it seemed that he didn't intend to let this "classmate" in front of him go today.

"What are you doing!"

In the distance, there was an angry scolding.

Huang Fen followed the prestige, and saw a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes, with a slightly gray hair bun, walking towards this side.

Hearing this scolding, Young Master Leng felt as if a scoop of cold water had been poured on his head, and the "flame" on his head was immediately extinguished.

"Leng Yu! It's you again!"

After seeing Young Master Leng, the middle-aged man became very angry.

He quickened his pace and came before the crowd.

"Leng Yu, what are you doing, boy?!"

He stared at Young Master Leng sharply.

"The aptitude test is about to start, and you actually brawled in the academy!
Let me write down what happened today for you!
Get out of here and take the aptitude test! "

Leng Shao waited for the others to lower their eyebrows, and left in a disheartened manner.

Before leaving, Young Master Leng gave Huang Fen a quiet look.

After they left, the middle-aged man looked at Huang Fen with a look of wariness on his face, and asked, "Are you from the Yujian School?"