After crossing, I became a group pet

While talking, Su Qingmian noticed that his brothers came in from the VIP passage, and the two brothers glanced at him, then turned around and followed the waiter to where they should sit.

Different identities go to different places. As a student, Su Qingmian can only sit on the side of the academy, and cannot sit with her brothers.

There's no way around that either.

A crystal plate like a bird's wing unfolded on the ceiling of the hall, and a smart and illusory white cat jumped on the crystal, and then transformed into a cool beauty in the mountains and rivers. The coldness between his brows was similar to that of Su Mu and Su Wuhuai. It's all the kind of compassionate coldness that looks down on the world.

Su Qi's paintings——

Su Qingmian only saw it in the vision in the book.

His father, Gwanghae's hero, died before he was born.

Su Qihua may be an unlucky hero, but he is not a qualified father for Su Qingmian.

The phantom dissipated like a bubble, the band appeared on the crystal out of thin air, the crystal slowly landed, the band played instruments, and the grand and magnificent epic song tilted and echoed in the hall.

The sound effect in the opera house is so perfect that people can unknowingly blend into the music scene. After the end of the song, the great shock brought by the music still exists in the heart.

Can not dissipate for a long time.

Ling Yesheng sat on the main seat, and the tenth-rank ministers gathered around him like stars.

Su Qingmian is full of pride, look, that noble and luxurious man belongs to him!

Someone said a few words in the ear of the sound of the night, and the sound of the night looked around: "Well, let's start."

The man let out an embarrassing uh: "Sir, won't you say a few opening words?"

Ling Ye chuckled softly, and a clear voice rang out in the hall: "I, Guanghai's outstanding youngsters, don't need polite inspiring words, their own existence is an inspiring force."

This sentence is invisibly a sentence of chicken soup. The students at the college seats are almost boiling, and they stood up and applauded emotionally.

Su Qingmian whispered: "Actually, I just don't want to talk..."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but after Su Qingmian said this, Ling Yesheng gave him a look with infinitely doting eyes, and then smiled lightly.

Su Qingmian's heart was numb.

This look is too electric!

The sword competition kicked off with the unpretentious opening remarks of the sound of the night.

The chairman of the sword competition was Zhou Xueqi. He stood in the middle of the competition field, introduced the rules of the competition, and said a lot, summed up in one sentence: the one who can go to the end is the winner.

"The first round, Zhanliu vs..."

Just as Zhou Xueqi was about to invite two students participating in the battle, the Chief of Law Enforcement interrupted him.

The head of law enforcement is still wearing the iconic white robe of law enforcement, with a false smile mask on his face.

"Does the head of law enforcement have something to say?"

The head of law enforcement: "There are only ten Du Hanyu who won the game, right? This is too little, I want to give you a little encouragement for young fighters," a sword appeared in his hand, and the sword was wrapped with holy light , "Creating Soul Sword, the recent masterpiece of the first swordsmith, I believe everyone will not doubt the strength of the first swordsmith, the sword Futang sword drawn by our hero Su Qi came from his hand, won the first One warrior will be the master of the Soul Creation Sword."

The light in the eyes of the students is even stronger, and the hostility towards other competitors participating in the competition is even stronger. Who would not want to have a sword made by the same swordsmith as the Hero Sword.

For a boy who has achieved something in the way of swords at a young age, this is a dream.

Su Qingmian felt that the will to fight on their side was about to burn.

It seems that his father's status in Gwanghae is higher than he thought.

The head of the law enforcement hooked his lips: "In order to let everyone feel the power of the Soul Creation Sword more intuitively, I asked my subordinate Mu Xiu to show you. Who wants to compete with the Soul Creation Sword?"

No one spoke. They wanted to obtain the Soul Creation Sword, but they didn't want to compete with it. Besides, there was a competition in a while, so preserving strength was the most important thing.

"Oh, those who will participate in the competition will not come up, please students who did not participate in the competition to stand up."

The head of law enforcement frowned: "Is there no one who has the courage to stand up?"

His eyes fell on Mu Ziyang: "Look, we once preached that everyone is equal, and the little Tianming adults dare not speak."

Mu Ziyang returned with a proud and stubborn look.

The three deacons behind him were afraid of being impulsive to go up to the competition, and they all stared at him nervously. The only female deacon, Guan Fengyue, directly pressed his shoulder.

Su Qingmian was also worried that the head of law enforcement was obviously irritating Mu Ziyang and making him make a fool of himself on stage, but Mu Ziyang's character was just like this.

The head of law enforcement added fuel to the fire: "If you don't even have the courage to compete on stage, how can you talk about spreading new ideas."

Muzi Yangteng broke free from Guan Fengyue's hand and stood up: "I..." Challenge!

Mu Ziyang understands that this is a trap, and he knows that once he goes down, something out of control will definitely happen, but the arrogance in his heart cannot tolerate the words of the head of law enforcement, and since he wants to play him, then he will fight, just like Like Su Qihua back then, he was not afraid of any danger.

Before the word "challenge" was full of fighting spirit, Su Qingmian came over and pressed Mu Ziyang's shoulder, took a deep look at him, and almost said "brother, you are in danger, I will go up" a few words The big characters of sticking knives in both sides of the brother's ribs and righteousness to Yuntian are written on his face.

"Since it is a masterpiece made by the swordsmith of my father's sword, I want to see how powerful it is." Su Qingmian walked down to the competition venue.

Zhou Xueqi kept shaking her head at him: "Go back to Qingmian."

Su Qingmian winked playfully at him: "It's okay, teacher, there are so many people here, I believe Muxiu's enforcers will talk about martial arts, so please stop bullying me as a child."

He said it loudly on purpose.

It was for Mu Xiu, telling him to pay attention to propriety invisibly.

Muxiu took the sword from the head of law enforcement, his eyes flashed with an unknown meaning, he jumped down, and drew out the sword: "Yes, but the sword has no eyes, Mr. Su, be careful."

Mu Xiu was not threatened by Su Qingmian's words, and still went his own way.

Ling Yesheng's eyes narrowed, and the body leaning on the cushion sat up slightly, his cold eyes flashed across the elegant face of the law enforcement head.

The head of the law enforcement seemed to have sensed Ling Yesheng's gaze, and nodded sideways to him.

Su Qingmian snorted: "Young Master, don't be careful, who knows what bad water is in the stomach of your law enforcement officers."

"Qingmian, take the sword." Su Wuhuai walked to the side and threw down the saber in his hand.

Su Qingmian caught the sword perfectly.

Hmph, he has an older brother here to back him up. As long as Muxiu has a brain, he shouldn't use the public to report his own interests.

Zhou Xueqi worriedly gave way to the two of them.

Before Su Qingmian pulled it out to pick it up, Mu Xiu stepped forward. His sword technique had a strange fortune, and Su Qingmian relied on the sword technique in his memory to block back.

The Su family's sword focuses on killing, and the sword is always aimed at the vital point of the person, but Su Qingmian's sword technique is too immature to show the momentum of the Su family's sword.

Su Mu shook his head frequently, no, Mu Xiu's sword is too fast.A small planet appeared on the finger, ready to be thrown out at any time.

Su Qingmian quickly lost ground.

Zhou Xueqi saw that something was not right, and announced: "The trial sword is over, we have all seen the power of the soul-creating sword, please return to the original position."

Mu Xiu turned around and smiled at Zhou Xueqi: "No, you haven't seen the power of the Soul Creation Sword yet."

Then he turned around and stabbed at Su Qingmian fiercely with his swordsmanship. Su Qingmian was startled, stepped back quickly, and blocked it with the sword in his hand. run through.

Soul shock.

In an instant, my back was soaked.

Suddenly I understood the origin of the name of the sword, creating souls, and creating souls is the soul.

Mu Xiu pulled out the sword, but no blood flowed from the wound. Su Qingmian knelt on the ground, coughing blood from his mouth, it hurt so badly, his soul seemed to be rolling in the flames of hell, the invisible knife in the flames, lingering at every moment of his soul place.

"Qing Mian!" Wan Ke'er exclaimed.

The planet in Su Mu's hand was shot out in an instant, and the law enforcement chief took a look at him, pointed his finger, and the planet disappeared before anyone else saw it.

The head of the law enforcement hooked his lips gently and elegantly, and shot a series of sharp spiritual power at Su Mu. Su Wuhuai squeezed the space, and secretly erected a shield in front of Su Mu, blocking the attack.

The cloud surge in the dark is more terrifying than the battlefield on the bright surface.

Mu Ziyang stood up abruptly, but was pushed down by Guan Fengyue Lao Lao: "Little Tianming, don't be impulsive."

Zhou Xueqi helped Su Qingmian up, her eyes were full of coldness: "Mushu, what do you mean?"

Before Mu Xiu could speak, the head of law enforcement laughed: "Beizhou's destiny is not to be angry. Mu Xiu also obeyed my orders, and he did his best to show everyone the power of the Soul Creation Sword."

The sentence "obey me" made Zhou Xueqi speechless, and he didn't want to confront the head of law enforcement, which was not good for him.

Su Wuhuai said coldly: "It's a good word to do your best. It turns out that the first law enforcement said to show strength is at the cost of damaging the body of the hero's son."

Su Qingmian was delirious from the pain, he saw Ling Yesheng's frowning face in a daze, and wanted to say don't frown, frowning is not good-looking.

But he was in so much pain that he couldn't speak a word.

It turns out that the pain from the soul is more painful than the severe physical injury.

I really don't want to be so frustrated.

I really want to get back on the field, use my own strength, and don't rely on anyone.

The head of the law enforcement didn't take it seriously, and smiled at Su Wuhuai: "Since he is the son of a hero, it is even more necessary to bring you a better experience of trying the sword. I believe that under the personal demonstration of Mr. Su, everyone understands the importance of creating a soul." The power of the sword."

People say no?

Su Qingmian felt even more pain when he heard it, oh, he is the child of a hero, he will be stabbed with a sword, if he is stabbed with a sword to protect Guanghai, he will be stabbed, but the reason for his stabbing is too ridiculous, It is to show the power of a sword, how is this different from playing monkey grandstanding.

I used a grand view of life on myself, and the pain in my soul was temporarily relieved, but it was not completely healed.

Su Qingmian broke free from Zhou Xueqi's support and stood up, if only she had a sword that could fight against Mu Xiu, if only she had a sword...

He has!

"I think the head of law enforcement is wrong." Su Qingmian smiled provocatively.

The head of law enforcement seemed surprised that Su Qingmian could still speak, and raised his eyebrows: "Really, what's your opinion, Mr. Su?"

"Since you want to try the sword, you should use a sword of the same level to try it. If you want to try the Soul Sword, you must use the Futang Sword."

The head of law enforcement seemed to have heard some joke: "Futang sword has long been missing, you..."

Su Qingmian interrupted the head of law enforcement loudly: "You fart."

The crowd was in an uproar.

The face of the head of law enforcement turned blue.

Su Qingmian closed her eyes, calling Futang Sword in her heart over and over again, swords of this level have sword spirits, father bless, let him summon Futang Sword!

A golden light flashed on Ling Yesheng's fingers, and he used a teleportation technique to deliver the Futang sword in Su Qingmian's room to Su Qingmian's hand.