Ascended to become a virtual idol

Chapter 61 Baked Potatoes, Baked Potatoes

A girl raised her hand, "Teacher Yan," she said shyly, "I've memorized the formula, but I always feel that I haven't got the hang of it. I nodded my head several times and was beaten back."

Hearing this, Yan Qiao looked around, "Is there anyone else who doesn't?"

Seeing that no one answered, the girl was even more embarrassed, her cheeks turned into an apple.

Yan Qiao came to her side, "Don't worry, I'll teach you."

She encircled her hands from behind, with a gentle and patient tone, "Close your eyes now and follow the guidance of my spell."

The girl closed her eyes obediently, and soon under Yan Qiao's guidance, she only felt an inexplicable flame pouring into her palm, she opened her eyes suddenly, and saw a soybean-sized flame appearing in her palm, "Teacher Yan himself It worked!"

Excitedly, she raised her head and realized that Yan Qiao had returned to the podium at some point. At this time, Wen Yan smiled at her.

The girl sat down excitedly, and then held her hands together, "Hey, I got in close contact with Qiao Qiao." Her eyes were shining brightly, and although her voice was small, none of the people present here were ordinary people, so she threw her a slap in the face instantly. Come and envy the eyes of envy.

"The most important thing in fire control is a control. You have to let the flame heart move freely, just like the phoenix I showed you just now," she said, and everyone's attention was drawn back.

"Now that you can summon flames, you have only touched the threshold of fire control. If you want to use it to fight and hurt people, you must learn how to use it in the next practice." She waved everyone's hands A potato appeared in front of him.

Yan Qiao supported the podium with both hands, "Then learn how to bake the potatoes in front of you now."

Several people looked at the potatoes in front of them, eager to try one by one, but in the end they just burned a little bit of the potato skin.

Zou Mianmian stared at the potato in front of her, and then at the flame in her palm. She didn't understand why something so hot just scorched the skin of the potato.

Flame appeared on Yan Qiao's finger, "Look, this is the ultimate purpose of the fire control technique."

As soon as she finished speaking, the potatoes in front of her turned into ashes and dissipated, "This is the knife you want to use."

She smiled slightly, "Time is too tight, and every class I will teach in the next class will be a spell with great lethality, but I want you to remember, never use it to harm innocent people."

Luo Yixiu said loudly, "Teacher, don't worry, each of our students who entered the Xuan Academy has made an oath."

"Practice slowly on your own. If you don't understand, you can ask me. My contact information is in the teacher's information." After she finished speaking, the bell for the end of get out of class came from outside, and Yan Qiao waved at them and turned to leave.

After she left, the discussion became more intense, everyone's eyes were shining, Zou Mianmian patted the table, "Okay, okay, keep practicing, don't forget our responsibilities, Mr. Yan Do your best to teach us alone, our start is not as high as that of our juniors, this exchange meeting cannot let them down!"

"Don't be disappointed!" they said loudly, and Teacher Fang and Teacher Yu who came to see them showed a gratified smile.

Yan Qiao walked through layers of green shade and saw President Ke who had been waiting for him for a long time.

When President Ke saw Yan Qiao, he cupped his hands slightly, "Teacher Yan, you have worked hard."

Yan Qiao's expression was indifferent, "President Ke is too polite."

"Should be," President Ke turned sideways, "please."

Yan Qiao walked into the library side by side with him, and Mr. Fu was already drunk.

At this moment, he stared at the two people who came over with his misty eyes, "Hi~ Xiao Ke, hi~ why are you here..."

Yan Qiao saw the specialness in him at a glance, "Shuangsheng Yinshu?"

Old Fu was so drunk that he didn't know what the world was like, sober in an instant. He stood up suddenly, stared at Yan Qiao in front of him, "You, how do you know!"

"Mr. Fu, Mr. Fu, please calm down. This is the genius monk I mentioned yesterday, Yan Qiao." President Ke thumped inwardly, fearing that Yan Qiao would feel uncomfortable.

Yan Qiao was not angry, she could see that the little old man in front of her was not malicious, "I can solve this spell for you."

Old Fu sat down, "Yan Qiao, why haven't I heard of it before?"

"Of course you haven't heard of it. I used to hide from the world with my teacher, but I just came out of the mountain recently." Yan Qiao said nonsense.

Old Fu frowned, and muttered in a low voice, "Why didn't I expect to go to the Ability Club with such a high cultivation base."

"Because the purpose of going down the mountain this time is all because of the words left by Master when he was ascended. Metaphysics has declined, and Xuanyuan is in danger. I do have a purpose. My purpose is to carry forward metaphysics and strengthen the inheritance." Her tone was full of confidence and pride. , "I believe that the disciples of Xuanyangzong will never lose here."

"Little friend was born in the Xuanyang sect?" Fu Lao put down the wine pot, "It's a novel sect. Your master's ascension should be before the catastrophe."

Yan Qiao tacitly agreed that he couldn't say that he came from another sect.

Mr. Fu smiled, "Forget it, I can see that you have a pure heart, and you are dedicated to inheriting the inheritance. I will not be such a villain. From now on, you can come in and out of the collection room at will. If you can really restore the inheritance, you He is the benefactor of my old man and even Xuanyuan as a whole."

Yan Qiao shook her head when she heard the words, "Old Fu is wrong, as a monk, this is my duty."

"Hahahaha," Mr. Fu looked up to the sky and smiled, "It really is my old man who is behind, good boy, good boy." He narrowed his eyes with a smile, and his cheeks were a little rosy.

Yan Qiao stepped into the collection room, President Ke sat outside and chatted with Mr. Fu.

"Where did you dig out the little genius, his cultivation is profound but not arrogant, he has kind thoughts but is not lacking in arrogance," Elder Fu spoke highly of him.

"Maybe it's because God can't see it, and it has sent us a hope." President Ke said with a smile.

Mr. Fu laughed, "Old man Faithful has already finished his life, but you are right, maybe this time there is really hope."

"In the morning, people from the Ability Association attacked her. She destroyed the magic weapon, broke her wrist, and sent her away." President Ke said suddenly.

After hearing this, Mr. Fu pondered, "It seems that some people in the supernatural society don't want me to get Xuanyuan up."

"It's a monk who came here," President Ke sighed, "Looking at the attack method, it should be taught by those old ancestors."

Mr. Fu snorted and said, "The power society is very ambitious."

Yan Qiao stepped into the collection room, took out a classic book, and after looking through it for a few times, she realized that something was wrong. The spells in it were similar to most of the current ones in the original world, but these formulas had no effect when read out.

It was like pearls that were wiped dry but still dim. Yan Qiao kept turning a few pages. She switched to her own spells and found that there was no restriction, but the same spells could not be used by Xuanyuan.

Staring at these words, she slowly realized something was wrong...

(End of this chapter)