The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 1492

When Leng Wuyou's hand was placed on the stone tablet that was bigger than the pan, the brilliance on the stone tablet was suddenly brilliant, and the two colors of light continuously wandered and intertwined.

The red light is extremely domineering, with an aura that seems to burn everything, declaring its existence.

The purple thunder dragon raised its head and roared, and the thunderbolt and lightning exploded in the stone tablet, like a thunder dragon roaring to the sky.

Purple and red are intertwined with each other, and the fire dragon and the purple dragon swim and touch each other first, and there is a tacit understanding between the two.

Leng Wuyou didn't expose all her spiritual sources.

Although everyone knows that she not only has these two lines of spiritual sources, but also other spiritual sources.

But what is this spiritual source, some people know this one, and some people know that one, so after this calculation, there are still many people who don't know what kind of her spiritual sources are.

The reason why she didn't want to be exposed was not that Leng Wuyou was afraid of anything, she just didn't want to be too high-profile.

With eyes closed, one can imagine how striking she is from being a waste material ridiculed by everyone to becoming a half-step spirit emperor powerhouse. If all those spiritual sources are exposed, wouldn't it be a disaster? God, can she still have a moment of peace?

The instructor who was in charge of recording nodded in satisfaction when he saw the two lines of spiritual sources displayed by Leng Wuyou, especially when he felt the pure energy in Leng Wuyou's two lines of spiritual sources, his eyes were like Like a big light bulb, it lighted up in a flash.

It's not that he hasn't encountered two spiritual sources in the past three days, but it's the first one that is as pure as Leng Wuyou's spiritual source.

Don't underestimate the purity of this spiritual source, the purer the spiritual source, the power of the technique used is twice that of other ordinary people, or even stronger.

Various thoughts flashed through the mind of the instructor who was in charge of recording.

The spiritual source in Ruo Leng Wuyou's body was originally pure and pure, it was his extraordinary talent, and Canglong School would be happy to have recruited such an excellent student.

But if the spiritual sources in Leng Wuyou's body were not so pure in the first place, but were caused by some acquired method, then they would be even happier.

After all, it must be a great blessing for them to meet such a student who can change the purity of the spiritual source in the human body.

As long as you can find a way to learn the method from him.

Of course, Canglong Academy is not a bandit, and they will not do that kind of coercive thing. It depends on whether the other party is willing, and if they are not, they have nothing to do.

At the same time as the spiritual source test was finished, a brilliance flashed on the stele again, and the two-color light seemed to be on a rocket, continuously rising from the top and bottom of the stele.

When the light reached a certain height, it stopped.

On the high platform, all the instructors cast their gazes down, and each of them couldn't help but gasp.

Half-step Linghuang! !
Half-step Linghuang, even though these mentors have already known about the Leng family and Leng Wuyou during the few days they have been here.

But no matter how I heard it, it was not as shocking as seeing it with my eyes.

Leng Wuyou could hear gasps from almost all the instructors present.

Her face was a little numb, no, she just wanted to say, but it was only a half-step Linghuang, what about these mentors?

They are all old-timers.

Although her half-step Linghuang cultivation base is in Nanling Kingdom, it is indeed a bit, um, a bit unexpected at her age, but it is not so exaggerated.

It has to be said that Leng Wuyou's inner drama can reverse Er Saixiu.

If those instructors had the ability to read minds at this moment, they might just want to slap her in the face with the bottom of a slipper.

Dean Cao, who came back to his senses, stretched out his hand to stroke his long beard. He looked at Leng Wuyou with shrewd light in his eyes.

What kind of student should such an excellent student be? You should make the best of it, tie her to the Old Academy, give her the title of an elder, and ask her to teach students directly. In terms of her cultivation, that is simply a shame. More than enough.

(End of this chapter)