Supreme Allure

Chapter 325 Asking for others is better than asking for oneself (5)
"It's just a registration, what kind of eyes do you all have?" Qingcheng looked at the handsome young men who were frightened by her, and shook her head lightly. Wearing an exquisite and elegant crescent white robe, he was about to leave.

"Qingcheng, where are you going?" Luoshui Qingchuan was the first to react. After staying with Qingcheng for a long time, he has an extraordinary ability to accept anything that is unreasonable and illogical.Seeing that Qingcheng was about to leave without hesitation, he quickly grabbed Qingcheng and asked.

"Of course I went to Dao Ling Academy to sign up. Are you still staying here and staring at you?" Qingcheng Mei smiled, shook her head helplessly, turned and continued to walk out.

"If you must go, then I will accompany you." Luoshui Qingchuan saw that Qingcheng had actually come for real. Although he was full of doubts in his heart, he still chose to support Qingcheng without hesitation. At most, it was a critical moment In case something happens, let him, Luoshui Qingchuan, deal with the aftermath.Not to mention participating in some kind of refining competition, even if Qingcheng said he wanted the stars in the sky, Luoshui Qingchuan had to try his best to get them for "him".

"Okay!" Qingcheng didn't put on a show, turned to Sima Jingfeng and the others and said, "Qingchuan and I will sign up, Jingfeng, you should rest well, and send me a message if you feel unwell."

Sima Jingfeng nodded when he heard the words, with bursts of light shining in his clear eyes, he said confidently: "Qingcheng, I believe in you, that thousand-year-old Suhun grass belongs to you! Come on!"

Hearing those beautiful teenagers shake their heads helplessly one by one, saying that you, Sima Jingfeng, really opened a dyeing workshop just to give you some color, do you really think that Qingcheng can win the championship?It's not going to participate in the refining competition, no matter how hard you work, it's useless!
"Well, I will work hard!" Qingcheng completely ignored those beautiful boys whose jaws were about to drop, turned around and walked towards the door.

Looking at Qingcheng who is determined to win, the corners of Luoshui Qingchuan's mouth curled up dotingly.I thought to myself: Qingcheng, no matter what competition you want to participate in, I will silently support you behind the scenes.If you succeed, I will watch you stand in front of the world with radiance; if you fail, I will clean up all the mess for you, and provide you with the warmest embrace to heal the wounds caused by all failures.

Qingcheng and Luoshui Qingchuan sat on Chipeng with their own concerns, and arrived at Daoling Academy in a short time.

The registration location for the Artifact Refining Competition was very easy to find. There were signposts along the way, and Qingcheng and Luoshui Qingchuan found the registration hall within a short time.

At this time, there was already a long queue in the hall. Luoshui Qingchuan originally wanted to use some means to sign up early, but Qingcheng grabbed him and said softly: "It's rare to come to Daoling, and it feels good to queue up Ah, besides, we can take this opportunity to observe the details of these applicants." Queuing is a good virtue, although this Luoshui Qingchuan usually looks cynical and indifferent, but on certain occasions, the prince's noble temper will always be revealed from time to time come out.It's just a queue, is it necessary to resort to tricks?Moreover, she really wanted to observe the background of the contestants, the so-called know the enemy, know the enemy, and win a hundred battles!
"Name? Age? Grade? College?" The registrar is almost doing parrot work these days, and there are only a few words in it.

"Huang Pingshu, junior third grade, Daoling Academy." A plain-looking man replied loudly.

After registering the information, the registrar gave the man a shell, and then proceeded to register the next one.

"Name? Age? Level? College?" The registrar continued to ask.

"Ouyang Luzhu, 16 years old, third grade intermediate, Daoling Academy." A handsome and elegant young man replied loudly.

As soon as the handsome young man's voice fell, the crowd in line suddenly erupted like a pot exploded.

"Wow, it's Senior Luzhu, intermediate level three, there are very few refiners in the entire Cosmo Continent who can reach intermediate level, let alone those who have reached intermediate level at such a young age, intermediate level three, I believe it will take a few years , Senior Luzhu will definitely become a senior craftsman! Senior craftsman, that is one of the few existences!"

"Senior Luzhu is so handsome, I heard that he doesn't have a crush yet! I wonder if I will have a chance?"

"It's up to you? Save yourself, haven't you heard? Just a few days ago, the number one beauty of our Daoling Academy was rejected by senior Luzhu."

"What's wrong with the number one beauty? The so-called beauty catches everyone's eyes, maybe senior Luzhu likes me."

"Just because of your fat waist, no matter what, Senior Luzhu can't fall in love with you. You'd better give up your heart as soon as possible."

"You... just wait, I'll confess my love to senior Luzhu right away, just wait and envy me!"

"Okay, I'll wait!"

Seeing the appearance of Ouyang Lvzhu, even the registrar's face turned slightly better, he was no longer as walking dead as before, and while registering, he would secretly look up at him from time to time.

After recording all the information, the registrar handed a shell to Ouyang Lvzhu. When Ouyang Lvzhu put away the shell and turned to leave, a miraculous scene happened.

I saw that those applicants who were originally ranked before Qingcheng and Luoshui Qingchuan rushed away from the line one by one, and flocked to the direction of Ouyang Luzhu. Front.

Qingcheng's lips were slightly parted, and her beautiful eyes were wide open. It turns out that this celebrity effect has this kind of benefit, they don't even have to line up.

"Name? Age? Level? College?" The registrar had regained the expressionless coffin face of the walking dead.

Qingcheng came back to her senses after hearing the words, and replied in order: "Ye Qingcheng, 14 years old, senior third grade, Caixuan College."

"What? High, senior third grade?" The registrar screamed when he heard the words, causing all the students present to look towards Qingcheng in shock.

In the refining world, it is almost impossible to be a high-level existence, let alone a third-level high-level, and the person who said this was only a 14-year-old child.

(End of this chapter)