Traveling through the apocalypse to raise a beauty

A month seems to pass in a flash, but in fact it is long and painful.

Of course, this is for the nine people who have not reached the fourth level. Those who have reached the fourth level such as Zhenqing can still attend classes and practice normally.

Wei Yang and Wen Sheng have been studying physical skills in the training room these past two days. The sword skills in the Wen family's physical skills - the Six Streams of Sword Skills and General Zhai Heng's Nine Killing Formations - all belong to the killing type of physical skills. Generally, killing physical skills can be used harmoniously and in combination, and the damage value can be increased by more than twice when fighting against the enemy.

Zhenqing and Qiubieyi are learning divine arts. Divine arts have no levels, only strength.

These past few days, Qiu Bieyi has been trying to mobilize his divine power and convert it into supernatural powers.

When Zhenqing got up, he found that there was no one around him. The boy looked at the time, got up to wash up, and looked at himself in the mirror with a frown. He always felt that something was wrong.

The boy felt like the world was spinning and his head was swollen. Something was wrong. Has his body shaping period passed? !

He tried to calm his mind and carefully observed his condition, then raised his eyes! Eh? ! ! !

Is that me in the mirror?

He has blond hair and golden eyes, and his features are handsome and beautiful, pure and innocent, like a god who has strayed into the mortal world.

Zhenqing stood there in a daze for a long while. He had only felt this kind of aura and appearance in one person, and that was his father.

He picked up the bracelet, turned on the camera and pointed it at himself. The self in the camera had silver hair and black eyes, and his eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to the person in the mirror.

Who is this guy?

The boy reached for the mirror, and the moment he touched it, a pattern exactly the same as his own appeared on the man's forehead.

Zhen Qing stepped away, walked out of the washroom, and then reentered. This time, the person in the mirror was himself.

"I'm not awake yet?" The young man touched his earlobe and leaned over to take a closer look. It was still himself in the mirror. He frowned and wrote this down, intending to talk to the god about it after he woke up.

"elder brother?"

Qiu Bieyi's voice was heard outside, and the boy pushed the door open and walked in. "Are you awake? It's only seven o'clock, why don't you sleep a little longer? You only have one class in the afternoon today."

Zhenqing bit his toothbrush and said vaguely, "I'm hungry."

Qiu Bieyi nodded: "Then I'll go make breakfast."

However, Zhenqing quickly forgot about this morning matter. While eating, he received a notice that everyone in Lingjie and Wensheng's team had reached the fourth level. Today happened to be the last day of the one-month deadline, and they were about to enter the fourth-level space.

Fifteen people agreed to meet at the large circular platform garden.

The moment Zhenqing stepped onto the platform, the scene he saw made him want to kill someone for the Nth time.

There were two men in front of him, one was sitting on the table with his back to him, and the other was hugging the man sitting on the table with his head down and kissing him.

The person standing was pressing the man under him, kissing him and looking at him with raised eyebrows.

"Brother?" Qiu Bieyi was one step behind Zhenqing. Just as he was about to ask what was wrong, he saw two men at the round table.

Qiu Bieyi swallowed his words and pulled Zhenqing back a step. To be honest, in all his years in the empire, this was the first time he met someone who dared to confront Zhenqing and go against him.

But he also knew that Zhenqing actually liked Shen Yan very much. This man looked a bit weird and always teased Zhenqing, but he was very good. He was the best shooter in the entire empire and was very good to Zhai Ling. When it came to love, Zhenqing and Qiu Bieyi really couldn't find anything wrong with him.

Qiu Bieyi raised his hand and sent a message to Zhai Ling and Gu Yuan, then he took Zhen Qing and ran away. The young man said in a gentle voice: "Brother, let's meet at the space transfer point."

"Okay." Zhen Qing's mind was full of Shen Yan's raised eyebrows and smug look. He really wanted to whip him at that time.