Chapter 237

In the next few days, Lingxiao's days at Kyoto's Wuhan University were ordinary.

Of course, the so-called mediocrity is only for Lingxiao, because Lingxiao's cultivation speed is far faster than the estimates of Jingwu leaders, so his freedom is also greatly increased.

Those courses for freshmen have nothing to do with Lingxiao.

What will Lingxiao, who gets a lot of free time, do?

The answer, of course, is to work hard to improve one's self-cultivation, which will make other students suffer.

What is a second of heaven, a second of hell, students in these days have a deep understanding.

Against Lingxiao? That's impossible.

Lingxiao's fighting power is so high, and he's also a master of Xiapin array. I'm afraid it's too long to fight against Lingxiao!

Then there's only one choice, to endure in silence.

As a result, in a few days, Lingxiao has made a lot of noise in Kyoto.

All the students were faced with a great enemy, one by one losing their lives for several years.

At the same time, Lingxiao's cultivation has reached the third level of spiritual realm.

Today, Lingxiao is also ready to go out to find some students and brush a wave of system rewards, but she is attracted by a push message on Weibo.

On the hot topic of microblog, the top topic is: Han Guo's 24-year-old alchemist Pu Renyong defeated 15 inferior alchemists of the same age in two days! #

Lingxiao blinks, cold Chinese? Defeat 15 Chinese alchemists of the same age in succession?

"Is it really good to hop like this?" Lingxiao murmured in his heart.

He immediately threw away the idea of continuing to stimulate his classmates and was ready to teach this park Renyong a lesson.

Just park Renyong's doudan field is in a commercial alchemy center in Kyoto.

Lingxiao heart read a move, Mirs wings appear in an instant.

As soon as the wings shake, Lingxiao will go to the destination of Kyoto.

Soon he got to the place.

At this moment, except for the middle of the crowd, the rest of the place is almost overcrowded.

Every Chinese here looks a little ugly.

"Which one is this?"

"No Seventeen. "

"Damn, this cold country stick is too arrogant!"

"Ah, who told our young alchemist not to fight him..."

Then the Chinese people here couldn't help sighing.

In the middle of the crowd, park Renyong looked around at the crowd.

"Is this the young alchemist of China?" he sneered in broken Chinese? It's just unbearable

Creak!

All the people around were about to break their teeth.

Park Renyong looked at the angry people around him and didn't care.

"Come on, you can press the loser's hand." Pu Renyong said to the alchemist who had just been defeated by him.

The young alchemist trembled as if he had lost his soul.

Out of his wits, he walked to the white paper hanging on one side, pressed the inkpad, and then left his fingerprints on the white paper.

There are 17 pieces of white paper hanging high, each of which has a scarlet handprint.

This handprint is like an invisible slap in the face of every Chinese on the scene.

"Does anyone dare to challenge? If you have any, hurry up. " Park Renyong said.

The scene fell into silence, and the expression on Pu Renyong's face became more and more rampant.

At this time, Lingxiao came out and said a gaping word to all the people present.