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Haotian was not good at words, and he also saw the hidden secrets; he was just afraid of exposing Wang Man's identity and being sanctioned by the academy, so although he was a little puzzled by Jiawen's mutation, he didn't bother to ask, just said: "People are my holy warriors. My lord, the election is over, the three of you have a look to confirm the quota information, and the task is over."

Jiawen was full of thoughts, and Xin Zhao behind him hesitated to speak, but he was helplessly discouraged by Jiawen's eye contact.

Seeing that the instructors of the Holy Martial Palace were about to shine, Jiawen had no choice but to give up. After formally reviewing the personnel information, he put the list into his hand, and a ball of flame rose and turned into ashes.

The process of the martial arts competition is probably like this. After the candidate is confirmed, the next protagonist will no longer belong to the leader here. Of course, the protagonist will not be the referee under the watchful eyes of everyone.

After the upper-level decision-making of the students is confirmed, the big policy will be resolved.

The people above are relaxed and freehand, while the people below are extremely excited, all gearing up to fight for the future.

Outside the kitchen door of Zhanlongtang, there is a park full of rockery. At this moment, behind the lifelike stone carvings, a masked spirit man is silently avoiding the detection of the guards.

The masked man looked around the defense, and found that there was only one cook in the room, and that cook was a second-level magician. Regarding the question of why a magician cooks in the back kitchen, it seems that most people want to try it out. of various delicious reasons.

Seeing this, the masked man pulled down his mask, revealing Jackson's handsome and gloomy face, but he kept smiling and walked towards the kitchen at leisure.

"Hey, brother, why don't you go back to bed so late?" The cook saw someone coming out and showed his guard, and when he saw that it was Jackson, he relaxed a lot.

"I'm hungry, come and find something to eat." Jackson said decadently, and walked to the front weakly, looking really hungry.

"I'm happy to serve you, come with me." The cook said and turned to open the door.

Following behind, Jackson walked into the hall and looked at the leftover food in the iron pot. He was suddenly delighted, and asked with a hesitant expression, "Brother, do you have leftover food every day?"

"Yes, there are leftovers every day." The cook was a little embarrassed, so he didn't need to answer. Jackson also knew the purpose of these leftovers. They must be used in the next day's big pot, but Jackson's worries were unnecessary.

Because there is a small pot next to the cauldron, but it is empty inside; the cook knows that Jackson is not the second generation of poor, so in order to avoid arousing resentment, he hastily pointed to the small pot and explained: "This is specially for the nobles. The pot, the food is delicious and the price is...affordable."

Jackson hummed blankly, his eyes flicked to the leftover stone tools standing by the wall.

The diet and daily life of Zhanzheng College have strong aristocratic characteristics. For example, everyone has an exclusive eating utensil, and everyone's tools will be placed in a square cabinet accordingly.

The square cabinet is where Jackson is staring at at the moment. The small grids on it are full of names.

I'm very curious about the rules left by this academy. For powerful fourth-order spirits, sometimes they don't need to replenish their energy for a few days, but for students who have always been fair, such unspoken rules are undoubtedly harmful.

The chef saw Jackson's doubts, and then followed up and echoed in his ear: "Reply son, this is where everyone stores utensils."

"Well, I see." Jackson quickly locked on the location of Jess among the densely packed names; after silently memorizing the above coordinates, Jackson gestured to leave with only a few words.

"My lord, are you not hungry?" the cook asked.

Jackson turned around and glared fiercely, and said coldly, "Nonsense, but is that what I eat? Let's save it tomorrow for those students who can't afford the large amount of silver coins."

"Yes, what the young master scolded is that the little one is talking too much." The cook shook his body uncomfortably, and nodded to Jackson repeatedly to apologize.

Seeing the cook like this, Jackson also got better, his face softened, and he threw out two gold coins and handed them to the cook.

The latter's hands contracted numbly, but suddenly tensed intuitively after seeing the golden light.

"Put it away. Although it didn't solve my hunger problem, I've violated the precepts by coming here privately. You keep this gold coin. I had a bad attitude just now, so I'm sorry."

The cook was startled, and he didn't wake up from Jackson's abnormality at all. This sudden change of face made him feel a little ashamed and a little frightened.

Two gold coins can be exchanged for two hundred silver coins, which is enough for a poor student to live for half a semester; in a place like Zhanzheng College, where high-ranking officials and dignitaries are greedy for money, there are certainly not a few people who spend a lot of money, but as a cook, it is considered It is rare for the most inconspicuous character in the academy to be rewarded with two gold coins at a time.

Jackson's intentions are also obvious. The winter spring grass he collected from the mountain behind the academy is used to put medicine in Jess's food utensils, so that Jess will withdraw from the martial arts competition early.

As for giving gold coins to the cook, it has nothing to do with kindness, it is just an unintentional act of compassion.

But for the cook, Jackson is his hit man. Compared with Jackson's indifferent footsteps, the cook is more excited, nodding and bowing in front of Jackson is another burst of flattery.

"Okay, if I haven't got food, I'll go to rest." Jackson happily patted the cook's shoulder. The latter had a humble attitude, holding the heavy gold coins, and his heart was naturally happy.

Until Jackson left, the cook was still immersed in joy; if this cook knew that Pan Sen was rewarded with [-] gold coins from Jess just for sending a letter of challenge, he would suddenly suffocate to death!

Jackson, who returned to the dormitory, took out a small bag from the private storage box while others were asleep, and left quickly; his next stop was the dense forest at the back door of the students. There is no smoke, and the winter spring grass in the bag will transform itself there and become a strong medicine that can paralyze the spirits at regular intervals.

Under the protection of the night, Jackson came quietly, pretended to wander around twice, and hid in the weeds when he found no one.

The funny thing is that the wooden tower on the back mountain stands tall quietly, silently making fun of Jackson's stupid actions; the wooden tower has stood nearby for many years, and no one knows what is so mysterious about it.

Jackson took out the family's pharmaceutical blueprints. Compared with the "Beauty Picture" in Wang Man's hands, it is extremely crude. I believe that the medicines made by Dongquancao will not be so delicate, but for Jackson, It can only be achieved if the goal is achieved.

A servant of the Xiling mainland family, everything he does is to help the object of his protection, Frank!

It can be seen that the family behind Frank is a well-trained and respectful group. From giving Frank potions to taking risks to collect herbs and then secretly targeting Jess, it is enough to see Jackson's absolute attitude towards the young master of the family. loyalty.

When energy fluctuations occurred in the hidden area, and when pungent smoke rose from the jungle, Jackson held a mysterious flame in his hand. As soon as the flame came out, the surrounding air was suffocated, and there was no freshness to speak of.

The flames fluttered, and in a narrow and closed energy space, the winter spring grass inside was evaporating the water in the leaves; in a short time, the leaves turned a waxy yellow color, the shape of the flower buds remained unchanged, and the buds in the heart of the stamens disappeared into nothingness. Form a cluster, seek movement in silence, seem to be turned into ashes by the wind.

At this point, Jackson's vision was sharp, he put away the kinetic energy of the flame, lost the suppression of space, and suddenly the flower buds turned into a puddle of powder, sprinkled in the palm of his hand.

"Hey, Jess, I want to let you know the fate of being the young master of our family." Jackson's cheeks twitched, his face was ferocious, and he completely lost the mental outlook of a student.

The tall wooden tower looked down on the surrounding land sleepily. On the top of the wooden tower, there was a strange energy line swimming from the beginning to the end. This energy is not detectable by ordinary people, nor can Jackson feel it.

Thinking about the upcoming Martial Arts Competition, the scene has already been finalized in Jackson's mind. Frank, who has obtained the double potion, must have unprecedented strength and aura. When facing Jess, the latter can only be beaten; Because of the risk of being discovered by the dean and the referee, Jackson had summoned Frank a long time ago, and the two secretly implemented another plan.

There were twists and turns between the two, and the choice was changed three times, which shows that they are still afraid of the students' insight.

Now with the potion of winter spring grass, the enemy can be defeated invisible.

In the college, it can be said that the wind is surging, and the heroes are rising; even Wang Man is full of enthusiasm; counting, from the time Arenas first met Rodman to now, he has transformed from a child full of curiosity about the magic world to a young man. A mature young man with fighting spirit, although he has not lost his childishness, he is no longer Wuxia Amon.

For two days, the entire Lingshan fell into a dead silence. After everyone vented their excitement, they began to improve their secret strength and killer skills. What's more, outstanding students will receive one-on-one personal teaching from their instructors in the middle of the night. After all, their veteran qualifications and battle-tested experience are an inexhaustible treasure house in the eyes of students.

The wind is light and the clouds are light, and the night is high in the sky; in the garden square below the meeting hall, the evening drum and morning bell warn every eager heart, until the new bell rings, and the new day unveils the mysterious and exciting veil.