In those years, the cultivators we cut together

The flame bird flying high in the pavilion was flying non-stop, Lin Xiaolu and Shangguan followed closely, and looked at the surrounding environment all the way.

It was quiet and there were no people around. Perhaps young people from all over the world are practicing at the moment. After all, this island is not small, and many places reveal mysteries and magic. Seeing densely packed runes, it is estimated that the island was built temporarily.

Passing through a garden, they came to a somewhat barren flat land. Soon, the flame bird brought the two of them to the mouth of a huge deep pit.

At the edge of the deep pit is a stone tablet with two large characters written on it - "Frost's Fall"

Lin Xiaolu stared blankly at the big pit in front of him that could be described as "vast", and said dully:

"Shangguan, why is our lineage...in a pit?"

Shangguan Hamigua's face was slightly dark, and she seemed to be a little dissatisfied, because when she came here, she had seen a mountain floating in the air, and there was a stone tablet in front of the mountain gate, with the word "grain of awn" written on it.

Co-authoring other veins is a high mountain, but here is a pit?

At the edge of the huge deep pit, the Firebird hovered in the air and dissipated, while Lin Xiaolu walked over with the handsome duck in his arms, poked his head out from the edge, and looked down the deep pit.

Good guy!

The first thing he saw were long strips of stone slabs floating in the air. These stone slabs were floating in the air and winding down like a long staircase leading straight to the bottom of the pit.

And the area at the bottom of the pit is really not small, like a small city, with small hills inside, surrounded by rows of houses, and a very huge palace in the middle.

These houses are nothing special, they are similar to the courtyard where Lin Xiaolu used to live, probably the residence of students from the Shuangjiang lineage.

Looking at the scene in the pit, the young man was amazed and asked: "Shangguan, what do you think?"

"Pretty average."

Shangguan Hamigua, whose head only reached Lin Xiaolu's chest, frowned and said:

"It's not as stunning as the outside."

"Well, I think so too. This Shuangjiang lineage is actually in a pit. You said our boss, Shuangjiang, is also in a pit?"

Shangguan Hamigua rolled his eyes when he heard the words, and wanted him to be careful when speaking, but the next second, a cold voice came from behind him.

"Who do you say is a pit?"

Shangguan cantaloupe:? ? ?

The voice sounded without warning, and both Lin Xiaolu and Shangguan Hamigua were startled.

One of them didn't feel the spiritual power, the other didn't feel the breath and heartbeat, and even Shuai Shuai Ya didn't notice it, so he turned around quickly, and Lin Xiaolu even pulled out the Da Geng bronze vessel in the process of turning around!

The boys and girls at this moment are all facing the enemy, and in front of them stands a middle-aged woman in a long gray dress with her arms folded.

The woman has an excellent figure and exquisite facial features, but she feels extremely cold and lifeless, like a cold corpse, her eyes are dead gray without a trace of life, and dancing around her body is constantly turning into Ashes' dance belt looked extremely mysterious and strange.

At this moment, the woman looked at Lin Xiaolu and Shangguan Cantaloupe in front of her, her dead gray pupils paused for a moment on Shuai Shuai Ya and Da Geng's bronze ware, and then she thought of something, and her colorless thin lips curled up slightly.

"Hello, big sister, may I ask you to be ours?"

"boom!"

"what!"

Just as Lin Xiaolu was halfway through his polite words, he was suddenly hit by something, and fell to the ground, with nosebleeds dripping from his nose, and his invulnerable physique was like paper, completely useless.

Shangguan Cantaloupe on the side was also stunned, but she didn't even react.

"You, why did you hit me!" Lin Xiaolu held his bleeding nose and looked at the woman angrily.

The woman sneered:

"This seat doesn't like you."

After finishing speaking, the woman dodged between Lin Xiaolu and Shangguan Hami Melon, and flew into the deep pit. At the same time, she said in a cold voice:

"You two come with me."

……

……

At the bottom of the pit, in an empty hall, Lin Xiaolu and Shangguan Hamigua sat on two stools, looking at the cold and aloof woman in front of them.

The woman's name is Luo Wujin, she is the head of the Shuangjiang Department, and from now on, she will be their teacher.

"I understand the general situation of you two."

Luo Wujin sat on a chair, looked at the roster on the table and said:

"Shangguan Cantaloupe, why did your parents give you this name?"

Hearing Luo Wujin call Shangguan's name, Lin Xiaolu laughed out loud, Shangguan Hamigua gave him a fierce look, and then respected Luo Wujin:

"Back to the master, my mother gave me this name because she liked to eat cantaloupe when she gave birth to me."

Luo Wujin nodded and continued:

"This seat has seen your cultivation, and it's not bad. You have practiced the magic way and spiritual law very solidly."

After finishing speaking, she closed the roster and looked at Lin Xiaolu coldly:

"Lin Xiaolu, right? The brochure says that you have the body of a Nascent Soul monster, and you have practiced some strange tricks, and you even brought a... duck?"

As she spoke, she glanced at Shuai Shuai Ya.

Shuai Shuai Ya was lying in Lin Xiaolu's arms, holding his head and saying nothing, obviously admitting cowardice.

"I am a warrior." Lin Xiaolu explained.

"Whatever you are, even if you are not a human being, I don't care."

Lin Xiaolu: ...

Luo Wujin continued to speak:

"Mr. Zhongni advocates teaching without discrimination. You have no problem coming here, but you are not a cultivator. This seat may have nothing to teach you. Although the aura in the realm of cultivating immortals is much stronger than that in the lower realm, it is not helpful to you. You You have to be mentally prepared, and..."

Luo Wujin paused, looked at Lin Xiaolu with dead gray pupils, and said expressionlessly:

"You'd better keep a low profile. I don't like you, understand?"

Lin Xiaolu: ...

Shangguan Cantaloupe on the side also looked at Lin Xiaolu suspiciously, a little confused.

"Sister Luo, may I know why you don't like me?" Lin Xiaolu asked hesitantly, with a tragic expression on his face.

"I have a problem with your master." Luo Wujin replied.

Hearing the reason, Lin Xiaolu was taken aback again, and Shuai Shuai Ya was also stunned.

"What's the holiday?"

In the arena, Luo Wujin lay down on the back of the chair, folded his arms, looked at Lin Xiaolu coldly and said:

"He doesn't want to marry me as his wife."

Lin Xiaolu:? ? ?

Handsome Duck:? ? ?

Shangguan Cantaloupe:...

In the palace, Luo Wujin ignored Lin Xiaolu and raised his hand to knock on the table. Soon, a figure appeared in the palace.

"Fanyin has met Senior Luo!"

A woman wearing a long white dress with a dusty temperament paid respects to Luo Wujin, and Luo Wujin said with a blank face:

"Ayin, these two little guys will be assigned to your ninth class, and you will take them to the cave in a while."

After finishing speaking, Luo Wujin stopped talking nonsense and disappeared directly into ashes.

Depressed Lin Xiaolu, the dazed Shuai Shuaiya, and Shangguan Hamigua, who forcibly calmed down, saw that she disappeared, so they looked at the woman in white who got up, and the woman in white also looked at them, and said with a kind smile:

"Are you the last batch of students? Hello, my name is Fanyin, a monk in the Nascent Soul Realm. I will be your class leader from now on. I welcome you on behalf of Class Nine."