Princess Against the World

Is it just because this guy is a little boy, looks a little more beautiful, and takes him out to be a little flamboyant? !

Fuck! ! !

This really is a world that looks at faces!

At the moment, he curled his lips: "Just say that you discriminate against me for being ugly and fat!"

Even if it was blatant discrimination, he didn't have the capital to protest, so he could only obediently took his own bedding and followed his seniors to the men's dormitory.

Ling Luoyu's room is next to the small garden, and you can see flowers and willows everywhere when you open the window.

Obviously, this is Bai Haidun's second bedroom specially prepared for her.

As soon as it was tidied up, a brown-robed disciple came over to pass the word, saying that Teacher Bei had summoned the disciples to start giving lectures.

But what surprised Ling Luoyu was that the place where the brown-robed disciple took her was not a teaching hall similar to a classroom, but a martial arts hall.

Before she got close, she heard the sound of yelling from inside.

Listening to the voice, it seems to be arguing.

Curious in his heart, Ling Luoyu asked casually.

"Brother, what are you doing here?"

Unexpectedly, the brown-robed disciple glanced at her meaningfully, with a bit of sympathy in his eyes.

"You'll find out after a while..."

From his eyes, Ling Luoyu read an unusual taste.

Anyone with a tail can guess, and there must be nothing good in it.

The door of the martial arts hall was closed tightly, and two brown-robed disciples were looking in through the crack of the door.

Hearing footsteps, both turned their heads.

"Another one! Whose family is this?!"

"Teacher Bei!"

Before Ling Luoyu could understand what was going on, she had already been pushed in.

"boom!"

The door closed behind her.

"What are you doing?!"

Ling Luoyu turned her head suspiciously to look at it, but still walked in along the passage disapprovingly.

Now that she has passed the assessment, she is also a legitimate brown-robed disciple.

As long as life and death are not involved, it is estimated that no one will trouble her.

The light shines through the glazed roof of the roof and falls into the main hall, which is clear and bright.

The brown-robed disciples were divided into two factions, with the east and west sides occupying one side, leaving a bluestone floor like a basketball court, and some freshmen were forming a group.

In front of the freshman, two brown-robed disciples stood on the left and right sides, arguing about something with spittle flying, looking very excited.

"You goshawks are a fart, how can our Longmen be domineering..."

"Damn! Do you think that if you call a Dragon Gate Club, you can jump a carp over the Dragon Gate and become a fairy?!"

"Even if we can't become immortals, we're still carps. It's not like you. Goshawks will goshawks. In fact, it's just a bunch of f*cking flies having a meeting..."

"..."

The two sides insist on their own words, blushing and thick necks, and it seems that there is a tendency to tear apart if there is a disagreement.

Ling Luoyu squeezed in quietly, and rubbed against Feng Chenglin.

He was happily listening to the war of words between the two with great interest.

"Fatty Feng, why are you so excited?!"

Only then did Feng Chenglin realize that she was here, and immediately told the story with great joy.

Since ancient times, wherever there are people, there have been fights.

In order to promote the will of the students to practice, and to allow them to have more resources, the Lun Dao Academy will hold competitions of all sizes. The prizes range from spiritual herbs or martial arts secrets, which are rich and attractive.

In these competitions, there will be team competitions, so the students form many small leagues in private.

In this way, we can work together in the competition and share resources after winning prizes.

Regarding the private alliance, Lun Dao Academy chose to turn a blind eye and close one eye. As long as there is no big trouble, they are too lazy to intervene.