Martial Mythology

Chapter 342 Wu Qingquan Returns

The three forbidden areas are indeed mysterious, and Zhang Yu tried his best, but there was nothing he could do.

However, Zhang Yu firmly believes that one day in the future, he will be able to uncover the mystery of the three forbidden areas!

This day, it won't be too long!

"brush."

In the sky, Zhang Yu's figure kept changing positions, and after a while, he appeared in the Sky Academy.

Walking into the bedroom, he habitually glanced at the cradle, but did not find Ao Xiaoran.

"Where did this girl go so early in the morning?" A look of doubt appeared on his face, and Zhang Yu immediately released his thoughts.

The next moment, the figures of Ao Xiaoran and Wu Xinxin appeared in his mind at the same time.

In the training class classroom, Ao Xiaoran curled up on Wu Xinxin's shoulders, blinking his eyes, listening to Ou Shenfeng's lecture on the podium, with an appearance of relish, like an obedient student. Wu Xinxin was sitting upright, she seemed to be listening very seriously on the surface, but her loving eyes that occasionally glanced at Ao Xiaoran betrayed her heart.

Not only Wu Xinxin, Wu Chen, Wu Mo, Xiao Yan, Zhou Xiner, Deng Qiuchan, Lin Ming, Lei Jian, Xie Feng and others would also pay attention to Ao Xiaoran from time to time, their eyes full of curiosity and excitement.

Ou Shenfeng naturally noticed the small movements of the students, but Ao Xiaoran is the dean's contracted monster, no matter how courageous he is, he would not dare to blame Ao Xiaoran for affecting the order of the classroom. This position of mentor might be taken down immediately.

This was the most tiring class Ou Shenfeng took, and the whole class was done with trepidation, for fear of offending this little ancestor.

Zhang Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "It's only been half a day, Xiao Ran, this girl, actually got mixed up with a group of students."

He didn't blame Ao Xiaoran, but felt a little guilty. He was too weak before and didn't dare to expose Ao Xiaoran to outsiders. It can be said that Ao Xiaoran had almost no contact with outsiders. When he was away, She was even nestled alone in the Xiangxie Xiaoju. Zhang Yu could completely understand that kind of loneliness.

"My current strength is not considered weak, so there is no need to be so cautious anymore." Zhang Yu thought to himself, "Since she is willing to have fun with the students, let her go."

As long as she is happy!

After continuing to observe the situation in the classroom for a while, Zhang Yu withdrew his thoughts, and immediately moved to the gate of Xiangxie Xiaoju.

The moment Zhang Yu's figure just appeared, Wu Qingquan immediately shouted respectfully: "Dean!"

"Master Wu, how long have you been waiting?" Zhang Yu asked with a smile.

Wu Qingquan said respectfully: "The old man has just arrived, so he didn't wait long."

Zhang Yu nodded and asked, "Your friend, is he here?"

"The old man did not dare to bring him into the academy without the dean's consent." Wu Qingquan bent slightly, "The old man temporarily placed that friend in a common people's house."

Hearing this, Zhang Yu released his thoughts, and after a few breaths, he sensed a strong man in the Escape Realm.

In the entire deserted city, there is only this one strong man in the Escape Realm, Wu Qingquan's friend, who else can he be?

"Come on, let's go and have a look." After Zhang Yu finished speaking, his figure disappeared.

With a teleportation, he arrived at the people's homes. Zhang Yu liked this feeling of what he thought and what he felt.

At the gate of Xiangxie Xiaoju, Wu Qingquan smiled wryly: "Do all the strongest come and go without a trace like this?"

Wu Qingquan sighed, and while lamenting the dean's tyranny, he flew outside.

...

"Who!" On the bed, a middle-aged man with a pale complexion suddenly shrank his pupils, and then fixed his eyes on the figure that appeared out of nowhere in the room.

Zhang Yu didn't answer his question, but his mind swept across his body to check his condition.

After checking the middle-aged man's injuries, Zhang Yu frowned slightly: "Have you suffered such a serious injury?"

The meridians, dantian, internal organs... There is almost no intact part of the middle-aged man's body. Although there is nothing abnormal on the surface of the body, the inside of his body is rotten. It is a miracle that he can live to this day.

Those who are strong in the Escape Realm, their vitality is really incredibly tenacious!

For an ordinary person, with such an injury, he would have died long ago, and the grass on the grave may have been replaced by another crop.

Seeing that Zhang Yu ignored him, the middle-aged man said weakly again: "Who the hell are you?"

He looked at Zhang Yu full of fear. Although he was seriously injured, his eyesight was still there, but he couldn't see clearly how Zhang Yu appeared.

"Don't be nervous." Zhang Yu shifted his eyes to the middle-aged man and met his gaze, "You are Wu Shi...Wu Qingquan's friend, right? I was invited by him to help you treat your injuries. You can call me...Yuan long."

Dean has gradually become his exclusive title.

The middle-aged man was startled for a moment, but immediately realized, he said in surprise, "You...you are the principal of the Sky Academy?"

As early as on the way here, he had heard Wu Qingquan mention it many times that the dean of the Sky Academy was an incredibly powerful existence, possibly even surpassing the Escape Realm, and even the Demon King was no match for the dean.

Wu Qingquan also told him many times that when he saw the dean, he must be respectful and never offend the dean.

Although he didn't believe that Zhang Yu's strength surpassed the Escape Realm, Zhang Yu's strength was indeed very strong, there was no doubt about it.

After all, Wu Qingquan had no reason to lie to him. For a person who was about to die, or a person whose cultivation base was almost scrapped, why would Wu Qingquan lie to him?

Zhang Yu was surprised and said, "You recognize me?"

It seems that Wu Qingquan has already informed this guy in advance.

"Just now... was that teleportation?" The middle-aged man swallowed. Apart from teleportation, he couldn't think of any other possibility.

At this moment, he completely believed Wu Qingquan's words, this dean is definitely a powerhouse!

He was very emotional, and he looked at Zhang Yu with a trace of fanaticism. The strongest, the existence of an emperor in the world, and he was lucky enough to meet a powerful person. This life is worth it!

Zhang Yu smiled slightly: "It's a small trick, don't make a fuss."

After a pause, Zhang Yu smiled and said, "Okay, let's not talk nonsense, let's start healing now."

The middle-aged man's breathing was weak, and he was dying and asked: "Senior, do you need any preparations for this junior?"

Although Zhang Yu looked to be in his twenties, which was too young, practitioners did not judge their age by their appearance, and it was only natural to call Zhang Yu a senior.

"Ready? Now, lie down first." Zhang Yu said.

The middle-aged man immediately lay down, as well-behaved as a primary school student, and then asked: "And then?"

Zhang Yu said, "Then close your eyes."

The middle-aged man hurriedly followed suit, but he was a little confused, didn't he mean preparation?

Lie down, close your eyes, and it's over?

While he was thinking wildly, Zhang Yu directly opened the domain, and the countless wood-attribute auras above the deserted city were forcibly manipulated by Zhang Yu and condensed into a spirit ball.

How broad is Zhang Yu's current field?

The spiritual energy thousands of feet high is within his domain. How majestic is the wood attribute spiritual energy in such a vast domain?

Although the wood attribute spirit ball in his palm is the same size as the wood attribute spirit ball compressed in Xiangxie Xiaoju before, the wood attribute spirit energy contained in it is dozens or hundreds of times that of the latter!

The majestic vitality seemed to be able to life and death human flesh and bones with just one breath.

Even, the wood attribute spirit ball seemed to have life itself.

"Healing!" Zhang Yu directly controlled the wood attribute spirit ball to move towards the middle-aged man, with a special will mixed with his mind.

This is Zhang Yu's treatment method, which is simple and brutal, without any skills at all!

Immediately afterwards, the wood attribute spirit ball completely sank into the middle-aged man's body, and his injuries...

Wait, was he injured?

I saw the middle-aged man's complexion was ruddy, and his energy and energy were at their peak. An astonishing aura was brewing in his body, like a volcano about to erupt, and it would erupt in the next moment. Absolute peak, his internal organs, even the once damaged meridians and dantian, are all intact, those who don't know, will not think that he was injured at all, even before he took a breath, he was still struggling on the verge of life and death, and his cultivation was always on the verge of death. May be scrapped.

"boom!"

After brewing for a few breaths, the momentum suddenly broke out completely out of his control.

Countless cultivators in the entire deserted city were startled by this terrifying aura, trembling all over their bodies, all staring in horror, all looking in this direction without exception.

What happened to the deserted city recently?

Why do unknown and terrifying strongmen always appear one after another?

At the moment when the middle-aged man's aura broke out, a figure walked in from the door, but was hit by his aura head-on, and was directly knocked out, knocking a hole in the fence wall beside the yard.

"Peng."

The figure slammed into the ground hard, forming a huge crater.

"Bah, bah, bah." The embarrassed figure stood up, patted the dirt all over his body, spit out a few mouthfuls of dirt, and then flew into the room with a dark face.

On the bed, the middle-aged man opened his eyes, his face was full of shock: "I, I recovered?"

The injury that caused him to endure countless tortures, struggling day and night on the verge of life and death, was healed in just the blink of an eye?

The middle-aged man's eyes widened, he couldn't believe it!

He clenched his fist, and he could clearly feel that the powerful power that once belonged to him had returned!

Taking a deep breath, he checked his physical condition internally. The meridians, dantian, and internal organs were all at an unprecedented peak, and the vitality was as good as it could be.

All of this made him feel unbelievable, as if he was dreaming.

You know, his injury is so serious that even if he takes the sixth-grade healing elixir, he will have to rest and recuperate slowly. It will take a lot of time to recover gradually, but Zhang Yu does not know what method he used to make his injury worse. It disappeared in an instant, and the effect was ten or a hundred times stronger than the sixth-grade healing elixir.

"Su Yan, what the hell are you doing!"

Outside the house, Wu Qingquan came in in a mess, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot: "I brought you here with good intentions, and I asked the dean to save you, but you actually..."

Su Yan was the name of the middle-aged man on the bed.

I saw Su Yan recovering from the shock, but he ignored Wu Qingquan, but got out of bed and bowed deeply to Zhang Yu: "Junior Su Yan, thank you for your kindness!"

Wu Qingquan, who was chattering, paused for a moment, and his face was full of astonishment: "Your injury, is it healed?"

From the Xiangxie Xiaoju to here, he only took more than ten breaths. In such a short time, Su Yan's injury was healed?

He couldn't help but wonder, is this guy really injured or fake?