Ascended to become a virtual idol

Chapter 50 Fuyong's Killing Intent

Everyone has always known that the virtual idol Yan Qiao is beautiful, but they never thought that the real person is not inferior to the virtual image, they are exactly the same.

#Who knows, who knows!The feeling of a paper man breaking through the dimensional wall!
#杀狂的杀疯狂, ahhh, my sister turns out to be exactly the same as the virtual idol!
#Also blame Qiao Qiao for always saying that she is real!
Yan Qiao's eyes fell on the live broadcast ball, and a smile appeared on his lips, "Hello, students, I am your new metaphysics teacher, Yan Qiao."

Her eyes fell on the last seat, and the person sitting there was Fu Yong, dressed in a purple robe, with long eyebrows reaching into the temples, and a gloomy glint in his eyes. He was obviously very elegant, but he was full of joy. The heavy color, the richness seems to fall on people's heart.

The eyes of the two met for a moment and then moved away, but there was a confrontation, Yan Qiao suppressed the smile on the corner of his mouth, and a cold look appeared in his eyes.

Hearing the cheers of the students below, she suppressed all her emotions.

Fuyong looked away, murderous intent emerged, she can't stay, this was Fuyong's first thought, when his hand was about to move, his shoulder was pressed down.

Fu Yong didn't turn his head, and Pu Lao sat over with a smile on his face, "Young man, don't be so angry."

Fu Yong snorted lightly, "You are so afraid that I will do something here."

Pu Lao laughed, "That's not what I said, after all, we can't open the door wide to let outsiders come in."

Fu Yong tilted his head slightly, "It seems that Mr. Pu has thought clearly."

"Hehe, what exactly is the supernatural society guarding against." He patted Fu Yong on the shoulder, "You young people are always impulsive, old man, I don't understand."

"People have to obey the old, some things are better left to the young people, does Pu Lao think what I said is right?" Fu Yong's tone was flat, as if he was asking if he had eaten today's meal.

In front were the cheers of the students, brimming with joy and enthusiasm. On the stage was Yan Qiao teaching the profound art she showed in the live broadcast room in the morning.

At this time, she patiently crushed the teaching a little bit. Compared with other teachers' rigid one-liners, her teaching was obviously interesting and lively.

Her occult skills are stronger, and occasionally a person transformed by occult skills interspersed in them tells the theory of cause and effect with illusion.

The students' discussion gradually stopped, attracted by the profound art in her hands, they were unconsciously fascinated by the little people and animals running in Yan Qiao's hands.

The smile on Fu Yong's face disappeared, and he stared straight at Yan Qiao on the stage, "It's really interesting, her profound art is really ancient and long, if I remember correctly, no one has opened the collection of the Xuan Academy for a long time. "

Old Pu's heart skipped a beat, but his expression remained calm. "We are both monks of Xuanyuan, so the inheritance is naturally mostly the same."

Fu Yong's inquiring eyes fell on Yan Qiao, "Is she really a genius cultivated secretly by your Metaphysic Society?"

"Shouldn't you bother Chief Fu to worry about it?" Qing Ling's voice sounded.

It was only then that Mr. Pu realized, as if awakened from a dream, that just now Fuyong actually used the traction technique on him.

Yan Qiao's sudden utterance also provoked many students to look back, and now they saw the usually elusive Elder Pu and a handsome strange guy.

"Xuan Academy invited Chief Fu to come here, not to make you bully my family." Yan Qiao said in a leisurely manner.

It also made the students who were confused by Fuyong's appearance just now come to their senses, what bullying their own family members! ?
They suddenly became vigilant, glanced at the old and thin Elder Pu, and immediately imagined a scene of the elderly being weak, innocent and pitiful being bullied.

Facing thousands of pairs of guarded eyes, even if he is as calm as Fu Yong, he still feels like he is in the enemy's den.

His eyes sank, and he looked at Yan Qiao on the stage and suddenly smiled, "You Xuan Academy really recognizes this new teacher."

Hey, my beloved idol has been talked about, this can be tolerated!
A girl boldly said, "Don't you agree that Qiao Qiao recognizes you! You bully the old man."

"That's it!" These words can be regarded as igniting the flames of the young people again, and they stared at him full of hostility.

Fuyong stared at Elder Pu, who was pretending to be dead, with a half-smile, and answered in a vague manner, "Old man?"

Elder Pu immediately covered his chest, "Oh, my heart hurts, I can't do it anymore, I can't hold it anymore."

Luo Yixiu immediately rushed forward, "Grandpa Pu, what's the matter with you, are you okay, alas, you have not recovered from your serious injury, what should you do if you are angry?"

Zou Mianmian covered her face, Luo Yixiu was ashamed, can you please pay attention to your image in front of your idol.

Pu Lao stretched out his hand and firmly held Fu Yong's wrist, "Xiao Fu, you have to send me out now?"

The eyes of the two met, Fu Yong saw his purpose, he slowly pulled Pu Lao's hand away, "It's only natural."

Luo Yixiu supported Elder Pu and turned his head to Zou Mianmian for a WiNK comparison.

Those who came to attend the class today were all metaphysics students of all grades in the main city's metaphysics college. Zou Mianmian and Luo Yixiu were sitting in the elementary ninth-dan class.

At this time, several people pulled Zou Mianmian and asked, "Is Elder Pu okay?"

Before Fu Yong left, he glanced at Yan Qiao, the coldness in his eyes was as sharp as a knife.

Yan Qiao chuckled, "Don't worry, Elder Pu is fine, let's continue today's lesson."

#Obviously I came here because of Qiao Qiao's beauty, but I got an earful of metaphysical knowledge!

She gently placed the two small figures in her palm on the stand, "This is an illusion in metaphysics. It can be used to confuse the enemy when confronting the enemy. If it works properly, it can even be turned into a killing technique. The enemy is trapped in it."

"Wow!"

For this fresh illusion, many people below were full of novelty, they excitedly recorded it on the jade slips in their hands, and quickly engraved every sentence of Yan Qiao on it.

Thirsty for knowledge, this is the conclusion Yan Qiao came to after she finished teaching. She asked in a low voice when she left the quiet room, "When you taught them, didn't you teach some basic spells?"

Director Fang shook his head, "Taught it, but those spells are like disobedience in our hands, and there is no way to control them."

Yan Qiao nodded upon hearing this, "Show me the spells you have learned."

She looked around, "Is there any quiet place, I still have time to observe."

"Yes!" Director Fang was a little excited, "Then, am I alone?"

Yan Qiao calculated today's materialization time, excluding the moment of teaching, there is still nearly an hour, "All the teachers from your college are here."

"I'll notify them immediately, Teacher Yan, please follow me." He suppressed the excitement in his heart and kept telling himself to stay calm.

When Lu Qingming received the message, she thought she had read it wrong. She stood up with the other teachers and stood up at the same time. They looked at each other, "Could it be that you also..."

Seeing several people nodding their heads in unison, their hearts determined like a deer whispering, they also had a little more hope. If it is really possible, will metaphysics really come alive in their generation.

In the dean's room of the Xuan Academy, Fu Yong listened to President Ke's high-sounding words, and the smile on his lips deepened, "Yan Qiao."

As he read these two words, there was bottomless ink in the depths of his eyes.

(End of this chapter)