Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 58 Peach Blossom Spring

One by one dojo jump.

The one thing that doesn't change is the boy.

Sometimes he faces four or five people, sometimes more than ten people.

Not a single failure.

Especially in the fight between the boy and a round-faced girl, it can be judged from the state of their muscles that their strength is only ordinary.

But to put it bluntly, the skills they showed are inferior to at least one-third of the students on the Kassel campus.

Don’t look at only one-third, but what kind of place is this? The highest institution in the world’s mixed-race society. The professor’s daily class is about dragon slaying. In the eyes of the equipment department, the former Soviet Union’s big Ivan is just a Chinese kid who blows his hair on the side during the Spring Festival. You are not an absolute elite, let alone stepping into the gate of Kassel, you are not even qualified to hear about Kassel.

Therefore, the vice-principal judged that the boys and girls accounted for more than one-third of the students in Kassel, which is really the highest praise.

But so what.

he thought.

No matter how outstanding the martial arts are, if the golden pupils are not ignited, and there is no speech ability, the world facing the mixed races and dragons will be nothing but dust after all.

The scene finally freezes on the dirty roadside. The boy smashed the beer bottle on the head of a gangster with ease and ease.

The vice-principal felt a chill in his heart for no reason.

Damn, it's just a kid.

he said to himself.

After the show was over, the TV returned to the standby screen, and the blue fluorescent light illuminated Angers' old face half-bright, which made the vice principal's attempt to judge his thoughts based on the expression of his old friend failed.

"Aha."

The vice-principal laughed funny.

"Look what this is, the latest kung fu blockbuster, let me think, let me think."

"By the way, Bruce Lee!"

He twisted his body on the sofa, performed the signature moves of that kung fu superstar, and imitated the other party's battle cry.

When it was over, the vice-principal winked at Angers and laughed.

"He is Lu Mingfei."

Angers said.

The vice-principal slowly withdrew his hand, the funny expression disappeared, and a touch of majesty appeared on that funny face.

"Oh, is this child already this old?"

"I remember that Norma sends you Lu Mingfei's growth report every year."

"I did not see."

The vice-principal waved his hand confidently.

Ang Rou nodded, he knew the old man's temper long ago, and he didn't care.

"You also know the bloodlines of his parents. Two excellent S-ranks. When this child was born, we thought that the one that crawled out would be a cephalosaur, comparable to four or even three generations."

The vice principal answered.

"I still remember when dear little Giovanni said he was my boy."

"What a strong and beautiful girl."

"By the way, old man, that kid in Lu Lincheng really looks like a cowboy, doesn't he? He said that if he gave birth to a dragon, he would blow up the whole family. It was so cool. Do you remember, in the truth Let's hope the flames of vengeance haven't burned your brains out."

The vice-principal just hugged his belly and laughed, spouting an unpleasant smell of alcohol that even Angers at the other end of the room could clearly smell.

"Let's put aside the memories first."

Angers said.

"Lu Mingfei has been born for 18 years without any abnormal behavior, so we sent him an invitation to enroll, and this child also agreed two days ago."

The vice principal clapped his hands.

"Excellent!"

"The great dragon slaying career of our Principal Angers has added another hero, so hurry up and open a bottle of champagne to celebrate!"

"Celebrating?"

Ange pondered, lowering his eyes slightly, so that people could not see his eyes clearly.

The first lesson a lion cub learns to hunt a lock is not how to hunt, nor how to fight and bite.

But to hide the killing intent.

They were born kings, their memories of killing had reached their peak, and they didn't need more tempering.

What is needed is to hide, hide the killing intent and minions, and usually pretend to be a warm and cute big cat until the prey puts down its guard, and the sharp claws cut the throat.

Angers is a liger.

At some point, a jackknife appeared in his hand, and the vice principal narrowed his eyes. He stared at the unfolded jackknife fluttering between the fingers of the legendary dragon slayer like a butterfly piercing flowers, but it never hurt the man in the slightest.

What a terrifying control.

he thinks.

Several times, the vice-principal had the urge to open a special topic, using Angers as the model, to explore the influence of spiritual will on the body.

After all, this is a guy who can rush to the battlefield with a jackknife until he is 30 years old for revenge.

No matter how pure the dragon's blood in the body is, before crossing the critical blood line, there are very few people who can go back thousands of years in history to the extent of Angers.

Neither pedigree nor alchemy can explain the existence of Angers.

He is too old.

And so old and yet so powerful.

Incredible.

The vice principal thought for a long time, but in the end he could only think that it was revenge.

The gray-haired old man in front of him, because of revenge, stayed forever on the day when the first Lionheart Society was destroyed. He was trapped in the Kassel Manor in the midsummer and could not get out of it. He walked in this world like a ghost. revenge.

It is precisely because of this that Angers has been wearing black suits for decades, as solemn as mourning clothes, and this is exactly mourning clothes. He is ready to send dragons back to the grave at any time.

"What are you hesitating about?"

asked the vice-principal.

The jackknife flew dazzled.

Angers still had a calm face.

"I do not know who he is."

The vice principal raised an eyebrow.

"Who else could it be."

"You bunch of perverts have been monitoring other people's children for 18 years!"

"It's the first time he went to an Internet cafe, the first time he skipped school, the first time he liked a girl, and even the first time he woke up and went to wash his underwear secretly, you all know it clearly."

"You still ask me who he is?"

The vice-principal waved his arms exaggeratedly, like a frog seed using a vine move.

"My dear old chap!"

"Did you forget what you said just now?" the vice principal said slowly, imitating Angers exaggeratedly.

"He is Lu Mingfei."

The cabin fell into a long silence.

Only the light reflected from the flying jackknife occasionally streaked across the wooden wall, which was as cold as the reflection on the snow field in Alaska in winter.

Suddenly, Ange read an article in Chinese with correct accent.

"In Taiyuan of the Jin Dynasty, the martial arts people fished for a living. Walking along the stream, forgetting the distance of the road, suddenly came across a peach blossom forest, with hundreds of steps between the banks, there were no miscellaneous trees in the middle, the grass was delicious, and the falling flowers were colorful."

The vice-principal twisted his body.

"Why, is the principal going to give me a Chinese class for an old man? Appreciation of ancient Chinese, I know, I know, Peach Blossom Spring, my Chinese teacher is full of praise, saying that it is the spiritual home of the Chinese people for thousands of years, just like the Garden of Eden Like."

"Did your teacher tell you?"

Angers smiled lightly.

"Also like the Nibelungs."

The vice-principal scowled.

Nibelungen.

No one can understand how important this word is to an alchemist.

And the vice-principal is a master alchemist and the pinnacle of contemporary western alchemy.

Of course, the reason for emphasizing the west is because no one knows how terrifying monsters are in the land of the east.

Yes, monsters.

"Peach Blossom Spring."

The vice principal chewed the word carefully, as if he could taste the fragrance and beauty of truth from it.

(End of this chapter)