The Daily Life of the Immortal King

Immortal Toye's mind went blank the moment he saw Wang Ling, but fortunately he did not have the habit of falling on the ground. Otherwise, the old stone sculpture at the entrance of No. 60 Middle School that has stood for nearly a thousand years would be completely destroyed. And not only that, with the No. 60 High School as the center, the tremors will be felt within a radius of dozens of miles.

Falling in the Divine Transformation Stage is such a terrifying thing...

However, Immortal Toya soon remembered, because the Thunder Throwing True Monarch told him that Senior Ling is currently studying in a high school, and the purpose seems to be to experience life... but the young man never imagined that Senior Ling chose The high school is actually such an ordinary-looking high school, not even the focus of the city.

However, the big guy is the big guy after all, and what the big guy is thinking, ordinary people can't figure out at all.

Perhaps, this is the gap between me and Senior Ling...

Immortal Toya sighed silently in his heart.

At the entrance of the teaching building, Principal Chen had been waiting for a long time. When he saw Immortal Toye suddenly stopped in the queue of students, he hurriedly took the initiative to greet him from the steps: "Immortal... what's the matter?"

Hearing Principal Chen's question, the gray-haired youth immediately woke up. Seeing that Principal Chen was staring at him with a puzzled expression, he immediately shook his head: "Oh, it's fine, it's just a little affectionate..."

Of course he couldn't leak the matter of Senior Ling.

I have to say that Immortal Toya responded very quickly, and words like this kind of touching scenes are actually quite appropriate in places such as schools.

There are many cultivators who have cultivated all the way in the past, but now they can’t even find their alma mater; in the past, the sects that were formed by the scattered cultivators in the world, after the establishment of the Huaxiu Kingdom, most of them have been disbanded, only a very small number. After obtaining the government's business license, it was classified as a Ming faction.

So, even if it wasn't because of Wang Ling, the young man was somewhat touched.

After all, No. 60 Middle School is a thousand-year-old school.

...

...

At 8:00 in the morning, the bus fleet of No. 60 Middle School left on time.

On the way, Peanut raised a very constructive question, that is, the equipment scattered on the map when participating in the escape drill this time.

Because at the last Lingjian exchange meeting between No. 59 and No. 60, the equipment everyone used in the map was compiled by General Yi.

This question is a good question. Old Antique originally planned to wait until the place to talk about it together. But now that someone has proposed it, it's okay to explain it on the road.

"The magic weapons distributed in this escape drill map are also compiled by General Yi, but this time the magic weapons are genuine. Because this time the joint military training of our six schools, plus this escape drill is in our six schools. We are doing a pilot project in between, so in fact, three months ago, General Yi had already found someone to make a batch of magic weapons. Because the map is relatively large this time, there are tens of thousands of custom magic weapons." Old Antique explained.

"Tens of thousands?"

Many people in the bus exclaimed.

If those tens of thousands of pieces are left out of those high-quality magic weapons, even those low-quality magic weapons that are put on the map to be recharged will be mass-produced in just three months, and the number will exceed 10,000, which is really unbelievable.

Master Erdan held his chin, pushed his glasses, and seemed to think of something: "As far as I know, there are only two factories in Huaxiu that can mass-produce magic weapons..."

"Which two?" Chen Chao asked.

Guo Erdan replied solemnly: "Lan Xiang and New Oriental."

Chen Chao was shocked: "Isn't one of these two companies driving excavators and the other teaching English?"

"Transformation."

Guo Erdan spread his hands: "I don't make money now driving excavators and teaching English. Any cultivator of Jindan period can demolish the building with one punch. What do you need an excavator for? And teaching English, since we After the people of Huaxiu Kingdom stand up, the whole world will speak Huaguo dialect!"

Everyone: "..."

...

...

After driving on the road for about an hour, No. 60 Middle School finally arrived at a military training base near the western suburbs of Songhai City, Huaxiu Country.

This military training lasted for a total of five days, and the most important escape drill will officially start the day after tomorrow. Today is the day when the students of the sixth school gather at the military base.

As the two large iron gates dozens of wide at the main entrance of the base slowly opened, the bus slowly drove into the base. This is a military training base specially established by the Songhai Municipal Government for students in this city. Various facilities All are comprehensive. Teaching building, dormitory building, large playground, and a cubic training room full of technology.

The dormitories during the military training were all six-person rooms, and Wang Ling, Chen Chao, Guo Erdan, and Xiaohuan were grouped together. Fortunately, I was assigned to Room 101, the first room on the first floor of the dormitory building.

But it was very strange that Wang Ling saw only the names of the four of them on the list of the 101 dormitory.

Are the remaining two beds empty?

Wang Ling denied this guess, it shouldn't be possible... because the rest of the dormitory was filled with six people. And they are still in the first room of this dormitory building, it is absolutely impossible to have two empty spaces in the first room.

Guo Erdan was honored to be the head of the dormitory this time, and wanted to organize to lead the military supplies, so he dragged Chen Chao away.

Wang Ling and Xiaohuan took the keys to the door of the dormitory. They had just approached here. Xiaohuan could already sense the breath in the room—there was someone in here!

"There seems to be someone inside..." Little Peanut said weakly.

In fact, Wang Ling felt it the moment he stepped into this building.

He could sense that the man was lurking in the dormitory, and it was still premeditated.

The most important thing is that this person's breath, he is very familiar with...

Wang Ling made a gesture and asked Little Peanut to stand by the door.

Then, Wang Ling put the key in and turned the handle.

As soon as the door was opened, a large group of black shadows shot out from it!

"Student Wang Ling, be careful!"

This huge hidden weapon made Little Peanut scream in surprise almost instantly.

Facing the black shadow that shot straight at him, Wang Ling's expression was very calm.

Just as the shadow approached him, he turned sideways and escaped perfectly!

Then only hear the "Boom"! The shadow went straight through the door and smashed into the wall in front of the dormitory door.

The smoke cleared, and Little Peanut finally saw clearly. It turned out that the shadow that looked like a hidden weapon was actually a person.

The man was wearing a helmet when he shot out of the dormitory, because the impact was so strong that his entire head was embedded in the wall...

Then, Little Peanut saw that the man struggled for a long time, but couldn't break free from the helmet...

Little Peanut: "..."

In the end, the young man under the helmet only heard a weak cry for help: "Ling, I was wrong! Come and save me..."

Wang Ling sighed deeply in his heart... Wang Ming, you second-hand!