While waiting, Yun Zheng took out a small stool from the storage space, then sat down calmly, supported her chin with one hand, and waited for them to come up without any interest.

After sitting for a while, no one came up yet.

Yun Zheng felt a little thirsty and took out a red spirit fruit from the Fengxing space, which looked plump and juicy.

She looked at the people below and bit the spirit fruit.

Crispy.

Old men: "…"

Is it really good if you don't act nervous?

About a quarter of an hour later, Feng Xinglan climbed up in a mess. When he saw Yun Zheng, he was obviously a little hurried.

He quickly closed his coat that exposed one side of his collarbone.

It seems that there is a kind of fear that Yun Zheng will covet his beauty.

Yun Zheng suddenly felt that the spirit fruit in her hand was no longer sweet.

At this time, Feng Xinglan regained his coldness and nodded slightly to her, "When did you successfully climb up?"

Yun Zheng took a bite of the spirit fruit, smiled and said, "I just came up not long ago."

"I heard you are fully practicing?"

“Not all.”

"Yun Zheng's fellow disciple, you can make an appointment with the ring if you have time."

When she heard the "Yun Zheng's fellow disciple", she felt a little uncomfortable.

Have an appointment for the ring?!

Could it be that he wants to challenge himself? Is it really good for him to bully the young with his high-level cultivation?

Yun Zheng pondered for a while, lowered her eyebrows and said sadly: "I am a weak woman with no power to tie a chicken, probably won't be able to go to the same arena as you for the time being."

Feng Xinglan's eyes twitched. He heard that the most violent among the freshmen in this class was the girl Yun Zheng.

Moreover, he had seen her name soaring to the top twice in the standings...

Her formation skills are also excellent, and she throws the seemingly heavy rectangular iron plate on the stone bridge road with her bare hands.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t seem like you can’t tie a chicken!

If you talk about appearance, you are really delicate.

Feng Xinglan was silent.

He rarely contacts people. Are all the geniuses so modest now?

"Look at you standing there before, aren't you tired? Come on, I'll borrow a small stool for you."

Yun Zheng said, taking out a small stool from the storage space. The small stool was "petty and exquisite", and the height was only about twenty centimeters.

"then."

Yun Zheng threw the small stool to Feng Xinglan, and he subconsciously took it.

Looking down at the "petty" wooden bench, he fell into deep thought.

There is such a small bench in Dongzhou?

Yun Zheng looked at him and said, "Sit down, don't be polite, I won't charge you."

Feng Xinglan was a little hesitant. After being interrupted by her, he subconsciously put down the small stool and sat down seriously.

The small stool is too small and a little hurts your butt.

Feng Xinglan thought so in his heart.

Yun Zheng looked at his expressionless face with a hint of helplessness and unnaturalness, and her long legs were placed crampedly.

Yun Zheng: "..." It seems that he did not consider his height and body shape.

He is one and a half head taller than himself...

When the old students saw such a magical scene, they felt like they were terrified.

You can imagine that a cold and alienated handsome sword cultivator was sitting on a small and short bench, with two long legs nowhere to put, which was a bit strange and funny.

"I feel funny inexplicably..." An old man thought about the words and spoke slowly.

A woman bit her lip and interrupted with sadness: "It's so funny, my Prince Feng Xinglan, why do you want to listen to Yun Zheng's words? Don't sit down, it's too damaging your mighty and domineering image!"

"My Prince Feng, no matter how you are, I like you."

"Prince Feng is mine!"

“…”

Feng Xinglan's admirers argue endlessly.

Before Feng Xinglan could fully adapt, he climbed up another person.

The boy in black dress had a straight facial features but had a hint of evil nature. The light brown tear mole under the corner of his left eye added a hint of charm to him. When he raised his lips and smiled, the boy was full of energy, and at one glance he would make people fall into it.

"Hey, you two are so fast." Mo Jing smiled.

Feng Xinglan: "You are not bad either."

Yun Zheng smiled and said, "I just came here too."

Feng Xinglan turned his head and looked at her, with a hint of confusion in his eyes, as if she had said that just now.

Mo Jing then realized that both of them were sitting on small stools.

And the small stool looks familiar.

He said, "I seem to have seen such a small stool."

Yun Zheng's heart tightened.

Oh no, I used this kind of small stool on the way with Mo Jing before.

When Feng Xinglan heard Mo Jing's words, he felt a little ignorant and was thinking about how there would be such a small and exquisite bench.

But unexpectedly, Mo Jing also knew him.

From this point of view, he still doesn't have enough knowledge.

"So you know this kind of bench too." Feng Xinglan said.

also?

Does Feng Xinglan also know this kind of small stool? It seems that this kind of small stool is quite popular, and even Feng Xinglan, who has always been idiots in life, understands it.

Just now, when he saw the small bench, Mo Jing had originally thought that Yun Zheng was "Ayun's" sister.

Now, it's cancelled.

"Miss Yun Zheng, can you lend me a small bench?" Mo Jing stretched out his hand at Yun Zheng.

Yun Zheng was originally afraid that Mo Jing would discover his identity, but suddenly realized that the matter seemed to have been resolved.

She didn't know that Mo Jing and Feng Xinglan had returned to her by thinking about it.

She looked at Mo Jing's big hand in front of her, exactly the same as she remembered during the journey of training.

Come with your hand!

Yun Zheng twitched the corners of her eyes and handed him a small stool.

Mo Jing immediately smiled, "Thank you, Miss Yun Zheng."

Unlike Feng Xinglan's crampedness, Mo Jing's sitting posture is quite unrestrained, and his skillful sitting makes people wonder if there is something wrong with it.

The old men: "…Why is there another one sitting on the bench?"

After seeing this, three people sat in a row and ate fruit.

However, the old students found that every time a new student came up, the new student would politely borrow a small stool from Yun Zheng, as if he didn't sit on a small stool like an alien.

"What's going on? It's so weird. Did this violent maniac give them a scent?" someone muttered.

"How strange, it's so strange, there are many strange things every year, this year it's a lot."

So, as time went by, everyone saw rows of freshmen sitting on small benches at the top of the mountain, eating spiritual fruits, and occasionally turning to each other to chat.

Happy to the gods.

It was completely different from their tired expressions and postures at that time.

After this comparison, the old students all turned red.

"No, I can't stand them. I will let them see my fists later and I won't be convinced if I don't beat them up."

"It's soon, we'll be on the stage soon, don't worry."

"They passed so smoothly. It was not that easy to enter the Tianshi class. It was time for them to see their strength as seniors."

"Not to mention suppressing the strength to the first level of the Spirit Sect, even the Spirit Emperor, I have the confidence to beat these new students to scream."

"They're the best to beat them up to cry and call them mom hahaha..."

The old senior brother and sister looked at each other, then showed a sinister smile of unity.
Chapter completed!