The three young girls walked in front.
The three young girls had graceful figures and were graceful and moving. Among them, Long Ling, who was dressed in a blue palace gown, had the best appearance. She was devastatingly beautiful, and her every frown and smile was like a lotus flower in clear water.
The other two young girls, Lu Rong and Peng Qi, were also rare beauties.
Many young men silently looked at the three young girls as if they were thieves. When the young girls turned around, they quickly puffed out their chests and acted like gentlemen.
The group of young men was in the ascendant.
Qin Feng walked at the back with an amused look in his eyes.
Not long after, a huge hall appeared in front of them.
Medicine King Hall. The large golden words in front of the hall carried a dignified aura.
The expressions of Qin Feng and the others turned grave and solemn.
From afar, before they even entered the hall, they heard two people arguing fiercely.
"Master Fan, there's a problem with the formation core of your formation. Although the water of the Seven Star Dragon Spring contains rich life essence, if it's used to condense the One Heavenly True Water, I'm afraid there's a big problem!"
One of the voices said disdainfully. "Zuo Song, what do you know? You're just an ordinary grade-three mystic cultivator. There's still a long way to go before you're a grade-four mystic cultivator. How can you understand the path of a grade-four mystic cultivator?!"
The other voice was furious. "Fan Qingshan, what does this have to do with the grade of a mystic cultivator? The path of a mystic cultivator is interconnected and has its own standards. Your formation has a problem with one look …"
Unexpectedly, Qin Feng felt that one of the voices was abnormally familiar.
"Zuo Song!" Qin Feng instantly reacted when he heard the other mystic cultivator's impolite address.
Shanhe City's Elder Zuo had arrived.
"Elder Zuo is actually here. Looks like Hong Lian and the others should be here too!" Qin Feng looked up. At this moment, a white, fat, white-haired old man with a flushed face was arguing with another mystic cultivator.
This old man was none other than the president of Shanhe City's Mystic Cultivator Association, Elder Zuo Song.
However, it seemed that Elder Zuo was at a disadvantage!
Opposite him was a middle-aged level-four mystic cultivator with a sneer on his face. At this moment, this mystic cultivator called Fan Qingshan was looking down at Zuo Song from above.
"Alright, there's no need for the two Masters to argue. Both of you are honored guests of All Stars College. Don't hurt the harmony between the two!"
At the side, a green-robed old man tried to smooth things over.
This old man was dressed in a long green robe and had a slender figure. His long, dark green hair fluttered in the wind. His eyebrows were slender and there was a gentle look to them.
At this moment, the green robed old man saw Duanmu Rong walking over with a group of 12 people.
Taking a few steps forward, Duanmu Rong said respectfully. "Elder Qing Mu, the twelve disciples are here!"
Qing Mu turned his head and his gaze landed on the group of twelve people. Finally, his gaze landed on the black-robed young man in the center.
Qing Mu frowned as he glared at Duanmu Rong. "Late stage of the Tenth Firmament of the Martial Way. Duanmu Rong, didn't I ask you to find twelve practitioners who have cultivated the [Little Art of Cloud and Rain] to the ninth level and above? Why did you find a little fellow?"
Duanmu Rong's expression was indifferent as he said in a low voice. "Elder, this is the Azure Dragon Institute's new first seat, Qin Feng. He has already cultivated the [Little Art of Cloud and Rain] to the twelfth level!"
"What? Twelfth level? "
Qing Mu's expression changed. The other eleven young men and women were shocked. Their first reaction was to look at the black-robed young man that they had not paid attention to.
The twelfth level of the [Little Art of Cloud and Rain]!
This was unbelievable!
The few of them remembered clearly that Qin Feng was a new student this year and had entered All Stars College for less than three months.
To be able to cultivate the [Little Art of Cloud and Rain] to the twelfth level within three months was a fantasy no matter how one looked at it.
Everyone knew that the [Little Art of Cloud and Rain] was easy at first but difficult later on. After the sixth level, each level was harder than ascending to heaven.
Especially after the ninth level, some people would be stuck at the ninth level for their entire life.
Among the eleven young men and women present, most of them were still at the tenth or eleventh level. Only a few of them had reached the twelfth level.
"What a scary kid!"
"Silently cultivating the [Little Art of Cloud and Rain] to the twelfth level, this is shocking. Is he still a new student?"
"No wonder Duanmu Rong chose him!"
… …
Some people had a complicated expression.
Long Ling glanced at the calm young man and her eyes calmed down.
The white clothed young man, Zhang Mu, saw this scene and a trace of bitterness flashed across his eyes. "If I could cultivate the [Little Art of Cloud and Rain] to the twelfth level, maybe she would look at me more. She wouldn't be like now where even looking at me is a luxury!"
"To be able to cultivate the [Little Art of Cloud and Rain] to the twelfth level in two months, it seems that this year's Azure Dragon Institute has a strong first seat. I just don't know if he can help the Azure Dragon Institute get rid of its weak state!" Thinking to himself, Qing Mu moved his gaze and looked at Duanmu Rong. "Very good, Duanmu Rong, you have done well in this matter!"
A trace of joy appeared on Duanmu Rong's face as he said respectfully. "Duanmu does not dare to neglect Elder's orders!"
Standing among the twelve people, gazes filled with scrutiny, surprise, doubt and envy landed on him. Qin Feng was like a cool breeze.
These were all small scenes, but it could not be denied that being watched by these gazes, Qin Feng was indeed proud.
To be able to cultivate the [Little Art of Cloud and Rain] to the twelfth level, other than his talent, Qin Feng had put in a lot of effort.
There was a saying that one could not be pretentious in life. Otherwise, one would be no different from a salted fish.
Qin Feng had put on a small show.
This thought flashed across Qin Feng's mind. Qin Feng's face was indifferent. He had always been calm and aloof. Qin Feng could clearly feel that the more aloof he was, the more curious the two young girls were about him.
"As expected, an aloof and domineering image is the most attractive to ignorant young girls!"
Just as Qin Feng was letting his imagination run wild, suddenly a figure silently appeared not far from Qin Feng.
Zuo Song had heard Duanmu Rong introduce Qin Feng. He originally thought that it was someone with the same name, but Zuo Song still turned around to look.
Zuo Song saw that familiar figure in the crowd.
Half a year had passed. Qin Feng had changed a lot. His figure was even more slender and had started to mature. The youthful aura between his brows had faded by a lot.
There was a trace of coldness in his eyes, faintly dignified.
But it was still possible to see a trace of the pale youth from Shanhe City.
"Little guy! Long time no see! "
His shoulder was suddenly patted. Qin Feng raised his head and saw Old Man Zuo's chubby old face that was smiling like a chrysanthemum.
Qin Feng's eyebrows raised. He glanced at the surprised crowd, his face expressionless. "President Zuo, so it's you. Nice to meet you!"
Zuo Song blinked his eyes. Looking at the surprised crowd, he suddenly realized that he had lost his composure.
"This little guy is still so smart!" Zuo Song laughed bitterly in his heart. He coughed a few times to hide his awkwardness.
Elder Qing Mu laughed. "Brother Zuo, you know this little guy!"
Zuo Song was just about to speak when a cold voice sounded.
"Who is this kid? Why is he a kid in the 10th level of the Martial Path? What did I instruct at that time? Who brought this brat here? "
After a series of questions, Fan Qingshan pointed at Qin Feng, his face filled with anger.
Duanmu Rong's face changed slightly. He stepped forward to explain. "Master …"
Fan Qingshan's eyes were filled with gloom as he rudely interrupted. "Alright, you don't have to explain. Go and choose a new one. If the treatment is delayed, will you be responsible?"
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