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029 One hundred thousand spiritual pressure!  (4)

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    "That's him! In the grade competition, he took the first place among first-year students and challenged the first place among sixth-year students, and he won!"

    "I know, I was also there at the time. This man's name is Fang Lang. When fighting with Mirai Kusano, he defeated the opponent with advanced breaking path and got an invitation from the captains!"

    "It's really unbelievable. At that time, there were invitations from four captains, the second team, the fifth team, the eighth team, and the eleventh team. He actually chose the second team! If it were me, I would definitely choose the fifth team, or  Division 8!"

    Many people talked a lot, stopped and watched Fang Lang from a distance.

    Among the students in the college, Fang Lang's tight-fitting and domineering outfit is quite conspicuous.

    Many girls looked at her, and Fang Lang responded with a shy smile, which immediately caused a scream.

    Even Fang Lang was a little unaccustomed to receiving all the attention along the way, so he finally calmed down when he finally arrived at the library.

    The library is on the top floor of Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy. It is a large room with shelves full of books on history, geography, biology, etc.

    Of course, the most popular ones are ghost guides, handbooks and other cultivation books.

    Walking to the librarian¡¯s window, Fang Lang handed over several borrowed ghost books to the librarian.

    "No. a0011999, three borrowed ghost books, yes, I did receive them." The librarian lowered his head to make notes. When he looked up at Fang Lang, he couldn't help being startled, and quickly stood up and bowed: "Good morning,  Lord Death!"

    Fang Lang waved his hand and asked, "Where is the Great Ghost Taoist Book? The one that records intermediate and advanced ways of breaking and binding the Tao."

    "Ah, this, the Book of Daikai Daoshu is the seventh from left to right on the third floor of bookshelf No. 19." The librarian immediately replied, "If you borrow it, please return it within a week."

    "Okay." Fang Lang nodded clearly and headed towards bookshelf No. 19. After a while, he got the Great Book of Ghost Dao according to what the other party pointed out.

    This book is so big that it doesn¡¯t look small even when used as a pillow. When you open the contents, you will find that it contains records of intermediate and advanced ghost ways. Not only that, but also detailed cultivation methods and how to ¡°imagine¡±!

    Fang Lang was mesmerized for a moment, and after a while he came back to his senses. He held the Great Ghost Book in his hands, said hello to the librarian, and left.

    "Since I'm here, let's meet Teacher Shuichuan by the way." Just as I was thinking, a black butterfly suddenly flew over.

    Fang Lang reached out to catch it, and suddenly a stream of spiritual power flowed through his fingers, turning into a signal and transmitted to his mind.

    "Fang Lang, come back quickly, we have a mission."

    A very simple order, the other party is Broken Bee.

    Fang Lang frowned and was a little speechless. He had just left the team building and came on a mission. Why did he feel a little unreliable?

    "Who?" Suddenly, Fang Lang frowned.

    A figure walked out from behind the big tree in front. Fang Lang looked carefully and found that the figure was around thirty years old. He was wearing a death tyrant uniform and had epaulettes hanging on his arms. On the epaulettes were the words "Marigold" and "Seven".

    "Are you Fang Lang?" The visitor looked calm and said in a deep voice: "I see, with this spiritual pressure, no wonder Kusano is not your opponent in the future."

    "Marigold's team badge, the seventh seat of the third division" Fang Lang raised his eyebrows, "What do you want from me, sir?"

    "My name is Kusano Keisuke, Kusano Mirai's uncle." The man who called himself Kusano Keisuke said calmly: "In the challenge match a week ago, Mirai lost to you. Since then, I have been in a daze. I have tried many ways, but nothing has worked.  I can make him recover. All I need is you."

    "Oh, why are you looking for me? I'm still willing to help if I can." Fang Lang rolled his eyes. The Kusano family was really troublesome, and the lower nobles seemed to be at odds with him to no end.

    Kusano Keisuke smiled, snorted softly, and said arrogantly: "It's very simple. Come with me, go to Kusano's house, kneel down and apologize to Mirai. In this way, Mirai's heart knot should be untangled."

    Fang Lang also laughed. If it weren't for the fact that he needed to play the shy boy at this time, he might have been angry. "You're kidding, the future of grass industry, right? The flowers in the greenhouse can't withstand the blow. I think this will be a big blow to him."  It¡¯s a benefit. As for apologizing, I¡¯m sorry, my captain asked me to perform a mission and I don¡¯t have time.¡±

    With that said, Fang Lang didn't bother to look at him again and walked directly towards the school gate.

    "Really? I don't have time. I'm sorry. I can only take you there even if I use force. Even if I break my legs, I have to make you kneel down, and if I tear your mouth open, I have to make you apologize!"

    ??Kusano Keisuke coldly snorted, and in an instant, a powerful force of spiritual pressure came out of his body,Like a field, it enveloped Fang Lang.

    Fang Lang paused in his steps and felt a wave of pressure. This spiritual pressure was not emitted unconsciously, but was deliberately oppressing him.

    The amount of spiritual pressure reached nearly 10,000 bars. Fang Lang's breathing gradually became disordered and his breathing became heavier.

    Keisuke Kusano looked at Fang Lang coldly and said disdainfully: "You become arrogant when you become a god of death? Let me tell you the gap between nobles and commoners!"

    As soon as he finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared. The next moment, he appeared in front of Fang Lang and slashed down with a sword.

    "Shunbu!" Fang Lang gritted his teeth, and the enchantress appeared in his hand in an instant, resisting with a horizontal sword.

    With a bang, accompanied by ten thousand levels of spiritual pressure, Fang Lang was knocked away by this sword.

    "It's over, you brat!"

    Kusano Keisuke smiled coldly, and took advantage of the moment when Fang Lang lost control of his body and disappeared again. When he appeared, he was already in the direction where Fang Lang flew backwards, with the silver-white sword blade aimed at Fang Lang's waist.

    "Go to hell!" Kusano Keisuke's face looked a bit ferocious.

    Fang Lang's pupils shrank. He couldn't deal with the death god at the level of a chief officer at this moment. Moreover, this person was also very powerful among the chief officers and was close to the level of deputy captain.

    Suddenly, a figure passed by, and Kusano Keisuke's Zanpakutš­ was caught between two fingers, unable to hold on to it.

    "Who gave you the power to discipline my subordinates?" Broken Bee said with a cold face, "You are the one who is arrogant!"

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

    Like a muffled thunder from the sky, spiritual pressure poured down like rain. Kusano Keisuke's pupils suddenly shrank. Under this powerful spiritual pressure that was even visible to the naked eye, his knees suddenly softened and he knelt down with a plop.  The ground, panting constantly.

    "At least level 100,000" Fang Lang thought in surprise.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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