The forest clearing was a long distance from the main entrance of the library, and there was no time to rush there at this time. Fortunately, the window in Chu Min's room was always open, and Wen Yan, who was walking in front, chose this route without hesitation and soon entered the room through the window.

The noisy sound outside the window was getting closer and closer. Wen Yan's Song Zhitao was in good condition. There were five levels of heaven, and she could even hear some louder voices.

"hurry up……"

"Here..."

"Where are people?"

Wen Yan didn't dare to speak, and gestured to Lu Ping to keep quiet, and then followed her. It was a bit too straightforward to hide in this room. Looking through the clearings in the woods, the window was quite conspicuous.

But at this moment, Wen Yan had already heard a sentence from outside the window.

"Luo Ding, come and take a look." Someone said outside the window.

He is here too...

A look of disappointment flashed across Wen Yan's face, because she knew that this person would definitely be able to track them down.

Luo Ting, a fourth-grade student at Amaterasu Academy, a disciple of Xia Bojian, who is proficient in supernatural powers, is called "Qi Zhu", which means chasing along the smell, and is called "hound" by some students behind their backs. But in fact, everyone knows that the supernatural power of "Qi Zhu" is not a reinforcement, nor is it a reinforcement of the sense of smell, but a keen perception of the odor information by the courage of Qi. When Luo Ting chases along the smell, he will not keep sniffing like a dog, but the information he relies on is the same, that is the smell.

Does it have any smell?

Of course there is!

The few people had just eaten there and were inevitably infected with the smell of some food. For Luo Ting, the guidance of such smell signals is no longer different from the street sign. Everyone had already given clear guidance without seeing any perceptual actions he made.

"There!"

What Luo Ting refers to was the window that Lu Ping and the others had just flipped into.

"So I've been hiding here!"

Daoran was still walking in the front, but one morning, Lu Ping pinched his wrist and shouted "It hurts and hurts" and seemed to have been chosen to be forgotten by him. His expression became more arrogant and domineering. Because this time he invited powerful helpers, three powerful fourth-grade students, although they didn't have much deep friendship with him, they were all students of his uncle Xia Bojian. Daoran asked them to help the box without much effort.

不过道然更期待的还是由自己亲自动手揍扁路平,所以这一次,他还带了武器.一双看起来很有金属质感的手套套在他的双手上,硬骨拳套,评定二级的神兵.

The power of the supernatural power is "strong" fifteen times stronger, and is supplemented by hard fists that can increase the destructive power of the soul by 30%. Daoran becomes confident, arrogant, and domineering again, but it is not just relying on someone to help.

Seeing the other party avoiding escape, Daoran's arrogance naturally became even more arrogant. He strode to the window, turned over and jumped into the room, and his eyes were in chaos.

Luo Ting followed him, and when he got here, he pointed at the door of the room. Daoran rushed up without saying a word, and then pulled the door and chased after him.

brush!

In the dim library corridor, a lightning flashed, and he rang at Daoran who opened the door.

If it were normal, this whip would definitely make Daoran feel very difficult, but today, he did not agree at all, because he was also coming with a weapon, and his right hand, wearing a hard fist glove, lifted it up and grabbed it forward, and directly grabbed the lightning in his hand.

"You really like to meddle in other people's business!" Daoran said disdainfully, and waved his hand and pulled it back. Wen Yan's power was not comparable to Daoran, not to mention that the injury of the punch in the morning was still there, and Daoran was immediately pulled over with whip.

Miscalculation!

Wen Yan cried in her heart. She wanted to rely on weapons to block these people in this corridor for a while. Unexpectedly, Daoran actually brought a weapon this time, and raised his hand to catch her soft whip. The Tianluo Whip made by Tianluo Teng, if it is to be evaluated, it is still above the hard fist gloves, and it is a level three divine weapon. But as soon as it fell into the opponent's hands, it would not be able to be used no matter how high the level was.

"It's not OK to not give you some colors!" Daoran raised his hand and waved his fist, and was about to bombard Wen Yan who was pulled back, but he didn't expect Luo Ting to step on his side and put it on his elbow. Daoran's punch was instantly empty. Wen Yan quickly let go of his whip and dodges backwards.

"Forget it, they are all from their own academy, hurry up and chase those guys!" Luo Ting said, but helped Wen Yan say something.

"Next time, I will take this whip as your apology." Daoran said carelessly, and the Tianluo whip was not returned to Wen Yan, and then continued to rush forward. Wen Yan stood aside and remained silent. Luo Ting looked at her when he walked past, and then looked at the closed room door behind her. However, after seeing Wen Yan's threatening and desperate expression, he smiled, said nothing, and continued to follow Daoran. After him, Shi Zhongtian and Wan Cheng, both fourth-grade students, Xia Bojian's disciples, and Wen Yan, were naturally acquainted with each other. When he walked past her, he each made a helpless expression at her, and then continued to chase after her.

It is obvious that both of them were not very keen on Daoran's behavior, but due to the face of his mentor Xia Bojian, he really had no choice but to pretend to be unlucky. As for Luo Ting, he seemed to work hard, there was nothing he could do. Everyone knew how powerful his supernatural power was. There was food he had just eaten on the stump, so he said he could not find the target, and it was too perfunctory. Daoran was not an idiot either.

But just now, he stopped Daoran's punch, and after that, he did not explain some things.

Several people continued to chase after him along the corridor. After that, the young followers of Daoran did not dare to be too arrogant in front of Wen Yan. They followed their bosses one by one until the last person ran past. Wen Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief. He opened the door behind him and Xifan lay inside.

Xifan had never eaten anything, so there was no smell of food on his body. Wen Yan felt that he could avoid Luo Ting's "qizhu". But just now, it seemed that something happened to Luo Ting, but he didn't say it out in the end.

Xifan hid here first.

She is a student of Amaterasu College, and Daoran cannot do too much to her. This is Wen Yan's reason, so she stayed to help Lu Ping get more time and run farther to get rid of Luo Ting's "qizhu" perception.

As a result, she failed to fight for time, and Xifan's hiding was not very successful. Fortunately, Luo Ting hid it, and then he just hoped that Lu Ping could win by speed and get rid of these guys. However, Lu Ping is currently carrying two people at a time. Even if he has no power burden, it will always have some impact on his actions.

Can you escape?

Wen Yan was very worried. She wanted to go and see her, but she was really worried about leaving Xi Fan alone.

Just as I was anxious, I suddenly heard footsteps coming from the corridor. I took a step by step, calmly getting closer and closer, and finally stopped outside the door.

who?!

Wen Yan's heart was hanging in her throat. The door was pushed open, and she was ready to take action at any time, but Luo Ting came in.

"You?" Wen Yan was surprised, "Why are you back?"

"Haha." Luo Ting smiled, walked into the house, closed the door with his backhand: "Because I'm no longer needed there."

"I've chased him..." Wen Yan's heart sank, but when he saw Luo Ting's backhand closing, he had a bad premonition. He had put down his guard a little and immediately raised it again.

"Yes, I've chased you." Luo Ting nodded and said.

"You came back to tell me this?" Wen Yan said.

"Of course not." Luo Ting smiled, "Although I have chased you, you can't deny that I helped you before, so I'll come back and ask, how are you going to repay me?"

Luo Ding's smile suddenly became more and more ***.

"You!" Wen Yan was shocked. She was not a child, so she could not hear the meaning of Luo Ting's words. She just didn't expect that Luo Ting was so bold that she dared to coerce herself so naked.

"How am I? Do you want me to call them over again? If that happens, this guy on the ground will be miserable? This guy is in a strange state. Are you doing some cultivation?" Luo Ting said, but he was already forcing him step by step.

"Despicable! Vulgar!" Wen Yan cursed. She always thought that a guy like Daoran was already very, very hateful, but now she realized that there was a far more disgusting existence than Daoran.

"You want to do something? Are you still injured? Tianluo whip is not in your hand. Do you think you are my opponent?" Luo said leisurely.

"Try it!" Wen Yan did not retreat and swung his punch. She had accumulated this punch for a long time, and was preparing for it when she heard the sound of footsteps. When she saw that it was Luo Ting, Wen Yan regretted it very much, regretting why she had relaxed for that moment. This guy turned out to be such a person-faced and beast-hearted thing. She didn't notice it at all in the same courtyard for four years. Even if he beat him to death, Wen Yan didn't regret it at all.

Wen Yan's move was already very fast. This punch had been accumulated for a long time and was even more powerful. At this moment, she was no longer afraid of disturbing anything. At this moment, even if Daoran came back, she would not feel even more disgusting than the guy in front of her.

"I knew you wouldn't give in so easily!" Luo Ting was still smiling, but his words also showed that he was prepared for it. He was not surprised by Wen Yan's sudden blow. His movements were also very fast, and he retreated quickly, with two fingers on his right hand and a little forward...

"Ah..." Wen Yan screamed. The finger did not point her, but she resisted Daoran's punch in the morning, and finally the injured part was hit by the power of the soul. The force of her punch was completely relaxed.

"Haha... Daoran's smell is very strong in that place, what's going on?" Luo Ting smiled lewdly. He knew what was going on. And because it was a wound that was seriously injured by Daoran, he deliberately used his "angry" means to launch a locking attack there. His method was cruel, but after he finished speaking, he was still so insulted.

Wen Yan gritted her teeth. She would not give in like this, but Luo Ting was much crueler than she thought. With a trembling hand, she had already released another blow, and the seriously injured area was once again painful.

"Don't blame me... You know, my technique requires such a special odor mark to launch a locking attack." Luo Ting said, with one finger, two fingers, three fingers... three fingers one after another. Wen Yan was so painful that he had no power to resist, but he just tried his best to support him and did not fall down.

"So tenacious... It seems that I must get started directly!" Luo Ting said, walking forward. He clearly saw that Wen Yan was powerless and could only let him do it.

die!

This was the only thought in Wen Yan's mind at this time, but Luo Ting was too despicable. He continued to use his "qi rush" technique to hit the power of soul on her wound. At this time, she had no strength to commit suicide...

"Hahaha..." Luo Ting walked closer with a smile, and stretched out his hand and pushed Wen Yan down on the table behind him. Then he heard someone talking beside him.

"Uh? Should I avoid it first?"

Xi Fan, who was lying on the ground, glanced at the other side and said.

(This chapter has so many words, it's really because if I stop in the middle, even I will be disgusted............)
Chapter completed!