Chapter 435: Third Young Master, are you strong?

When Feng Chenglin came with a bag of things on his back, he was seeing Ling Luoyu finishing his clothes with embarrassment.

"Fuck! Third Young Master, you have been forced? Why are your clothes so messy?"

Ling Luoyu: "..."

Fatty Feng just said casually, disagreeing whether she was really forced.

In his consciousness, the one who can strengthen Ling Luoyu is probably not born yet.

If she doesn't try to force others, they will be Amitabha!

Carefully put down the burden on his back, Feng Fatty was full of excitement.

"I was going to go down to the mountain to buy it, but halfway through the road I met with no growth. After he heard what I was going to buy, he took me to the warehouse and brought me a lot of..."

Just as Ling Luoyu was about to open it, he suddenly heard a loud noise coming from outside.

It sounded like someone was fighting, and there was also a vague sound of weapons.

The two couldn't help but glance at each other, their eyes showing surprise.

Lundao Academy prohibits students from fighting with weapons. Now who dares to be so blatant? !

Ling Luoyu didn't bother to look at it either, and took the baggage into the Chaos Umbrella Realm, taking the lead.

"Go, go and see..."

Feng Chenglin was very excited to follow, but was completely shocked when Ling Luoyu waved his hand.

The bag of things he had brought back was actually gone after she waved his hand!

"Fuck... Third Young Master, you always surprise me..."

Leng Huanyu and Wen Liu were fighting each other in the martial arts field of the academy. Wen Xi held Nan Ling with blood in his hands, crying like tears.

"Brother, don't fight... Sister Nan Ling is dead..."

While crying, she looked at the pool of blood that stained Nan Ling's lower body, crying at a loss.

"Sister Nan Ling, wait a while, Master Xi will be there soon..."

Nan Ling trembled all over, pale and colorless, and shook her head laboriously.

"No... don't save me... let me die..."

Under Leng Huanyu's pressure, Wen Liu retreated steadily.

Profound energy collapsed and Wen Liu's sword slashed across the air, forcing Leng Huanyu's attack back.

"Leng Huanyu! Did you hear Wen Xi's words? It's about this time, you don't want to save Nan Ling, but you don't even let me save..."

His rebuke was not over yet, and Leng Huanyu pressed on again like crazy.

"Wen Liu, don't pretend to be a good person here! If it weren't for you, how could something happen to Nan Ling?!"

In the roar, the two gang up again.

Feng Chenglin followed Ling Luoyu's dash, with a **** of sight on his face.

"What are they doing? Didn't they get punished because of internal fighting last time? Why did they get into a ball again?!"

When Ling Luoyu first entered the academy, two people were fighting each other.

Although they didn't do anything in the academy, they were punished not to participate in this year's appraisal of disciples because they were both black-robed disciples.

This was just a few months of effort, and I didn't even say it again, but in the academy, everyone was watching.

Ling Luoyu ignored the two men and walked quickly to Nan Ling's side.

"What's up with her?!"

Wen Xi cried very desperately: "I don't know...it's good. She suddenly shed a lot of blood. I want to send her to Master Xi, but she won't go..."

Ling Luoyu's eyes fell on the pool of blood.

Bloody bruises.

She wanted to try Nan Ling's pulse, but she stubbornly refused.

"Don't save me!"

Ling Luoyu ignored her stubbornness, slender fingers firmly pinched her wrist, and tried her pulse.