I only have passive skills, so I'm extremely cautious

Chen Zhong naturally didn't want to waste the rest of the time there, so he returned to the dormitory to practice the Thunder Formation.

Thanks to the small formation platform in the dormitory, Chen Zhong was able to simulate the power of the spiritual formation on a small scale.

Thinking of this, Chen Zhong thought of the hall master Ni Hengxiu. He said in the notice that he would show up, but only Xu Xiaodao and others were sitting on it to watch these days.

The suave old man in the photo on the Tianyan Hall official website has never shown up, which makes Chen Zhong relieved and uneasy at the same time.

"Freshman meeting... he should show up."

Chen Zhong got up, packed up the formation platform, then sat cross-legged, pinched his hands, and absorbed the spiritual power of heaven and earth.

Daju jumped onto his thighs skillfully and fell asleep comfortably on his side.

Even though he couldn't break through now, it didn't prevent him from accumulating spiritual power and mastering the control of spiritual power. Only after accumulating a lot of strength can he move briskly.

Bang bang!

"Who?" Chen Zhong was alert.

"Me." A female voice came from outside the door.

Chen Zhong was puzzled, why did she come?

After opening the door, Wu Feifei's wet hair was casually draped behind her back, her face was not made up, and her eyebrows and eyes were also a little more charming.

It was obvious that she had just taken a shower.

"I heard Wang Taiping say you were in the dormitory, so I came to find you." Wu Feifei pointed to the room, "Can I come in?"

Chen Zhong smiled and calmly put the "Thunder Absolute Array" on the table into the storage bracelet.

"Of course."

Meow meow meow!

As soon as Wu Feifei sat down, Daju jumped into her arms and rubbed her with his big head.

As soon as Wu Feifei saw Daju, her face changed.

With a face full of pampering and tenderness, she touched Daju up and down without hesitation, and rubbed him like a storm.

Daju was so happy that he stammered, his body was straight, and finally he collapsed limply on his back.

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Chen Zhong suspected that Daju didn't drink Meng Po soup in his previous life, and his head always liked to be stuck in the indescribable canyon!

"Do you like cats?" Chen Zhong asked. This devil vine didn't seem to be very devilish. At least it can be seen that her rigorous training so far is for the sake of the students.

"Well, I have a lot of cats at home." Wu Feifei put her long hair behind her ears, and then looked at Chen Zhong seriously, "I came to you for something serious."

Chen Zhong poured her a glass of water, while observing her words and expressions.

He was judging whether Wu Feifei was lying and whether her purpose was simple.

Several second-grade spirit formations in the room can be activated at any time. Once Wu Feifei has malicious intentions, she can be surrounded in an instant, creating an opportunity for herself to escape.

As for the glass of water, there was no poison, let alone any strange medicine. How could a gentleman like Chen Zhong... be possible?

"I came to you to talk about your next game." Wu Feifei organized her words and said softly.

Chen Zhong sat obediently. Wu Feifei said something and he nodded.

"You are lucky, but the next game may not be able to be won by luck alone. I think you are also very clear about this. So the teacher wants to say that if you really can't win, just give up. Although I am a competitive person, I can't ignore the safety of students. If you meet a playboy like the Lei brothers, you just admit defeat and don't have to consider the class honor."

Wu Feifei talked a lot, and there was no devil vine style at all. She was just a close friend of the neighbor.

But Chen Zhong heard the helplessness in it. She was very conflicted. She wanted to achieve results but was worried about the students.

However, the level of Class 8 can only be regarded as medium, neither outstanding nor backward, and it is difficult to meet her expectations.

"The freshman competition is not a big deal. You should strive for the Monster List in the future. There are 99 positions on the list. As long as you squeeze in, you can receive a large amount of training materials every month."

"There is also a ranking list for each grade, and you can also strive for it. The higher the ranking, the better the treatment."

Wu Feifei stretched lazily, "It's too late for me to give you special treatment now. I just remind you that you must not be impulsive in the competition and don't hurt your foundation."

Chen Zhong turned his eyes away and coughed, "I know, I will act steadily."

Wu Feifei stretched lazily, and Chen Zhong found that it was empty!

"I'm leaving, don't have psychological pressure, just do your best."

The door closed, Daju was reluctant to leave until he was slapped by Chen Zhong.

Hu...Hu...Sha...

Daju's snoring, and the friction of writing.

A spiritual warrior at the ninth level of the spiritual body realm no longer needs much sleep. At night, he can replenish the body's consumption by absorbing spiritual power.

Chen Zhong did not sleep, but sorted out all the trivial matters from beginning to end. The people he met and the things that happened were listed like the outline of a novel, and he found out the neglected details one by one.

"Alas!"

Falling on the floor exhausted, Chen Zhong found that he had been in a bit of Mercury retrograde recently.

In just one month, he had caused so many troubles.

"Do you want to consider skipping school and going to a distant place?"

Chen Zhong glanced out the window, and the first ray of sunlight in the morning shone in.

After a long time, he muttered to himself, "There will be disputes and disputes wherever I escape to. When did I start to choose to escape blindly? Chen Zhong, Chen Zhong, don't go astray from being cautious and strong, and turn it into a wretched survival!"

What should be faced must be faced eventually, come on!

At this moment, Chen Zhong woke up, the road to the strong is indispensable to all kinds of hardships, and if you are unwilling to be a salted fish, jump up and turn over!

Face the fear!

One hour later

Chen Zhong stood on the stage, facing the grinning Lei Liyun.

Unfortunately, he matched with the fourth-ranked genius of the Lei family in the prediction list.

The audience was relieved that Chen Zhong's hat of the lucky son was finally taken off, and the key was that he could recover some blood this time.

After Chen Zhong calmed down, he still planned to jump down at the moment when the opponent made a move.

The rule of not admitting defeat at the beginning was really painful!

"Heh!"

Lei Liyun had two knives hanging on his waist, looking at the unarmed Chen Zhong, "Although I look down on you, a cheap loser, but in order to avoid someone saying that I am unfair..."

He quickly took off a long knife and threw it to Chen Zhong, "Catch it!"

It was thrown together with the scabbard.

Chen Zhong saw this and felt a little relieved.

He didn't want it, but if he ignored the long knife and let it fall to the ground, it would inevitably make Lei Liyun feel that he looked down on him and didn't catch the knife.

Catch it, admit defeat, Lei Liyun would at most regard himself as an indifferent passerby.

If you don't take it, knock it away, and then admit defeat, this is different. It feels like slapping someone in the face. Lei Liyun's pettiness will definitely cause trouble for him!

He reached out and firmly grasped the handle of the knife.

Click!

Hmm?

Under Chen Zhong's horrified eyes, the scabbard was affected by inertia and actually detached itself, flew out of the field, and the blade was unsheathed.

What? So loose?

No prompt sound... Fortunately!

It didn't exceed five seconds by luck.

"Beep——"

"Feeling hostility, triggering "100% of being caught with bare hands"!"

It's over... 20% trigger rate, can't this probability be saved for the life-and-death duel?

Sure enough, during this period of time, I can really be called a lucky son.

Chen Zhong didn't even have time to throw away the long knife.

Under the attention of the crowd, Lei Liyun, who was still proud and independent a second ago, suddenly took a step and ran to Chen Zhong at the speed of a 100-meter sprint.

Kneeled down, stretched out his hands, and clamped the blade tightly.

There was complete silence...

Lei Liyun? ? ?

Who am I, where am I, what am I doing!

Snap!

Chen Zhong, who had recovered from his shock, quickly threw down his long sword, and walked away in a casual and unrestrained manner, leaving everyone stunned.

"I give up!" He left a sentence.

In an audience seat with fewer students, Huo Shan, with a bruised knee, stood up from the ground with an incredible look on his face.