Ascended to become a virtual idol

Chapter 51
In the study room of the Xuan Academy, several of the current teachers have come.

Teacher Yu was the first to speak, "Mr. Yan has admired you for a long time."

Yan Qiao nodded slightly, "You take the liberty to interrupt me."

Lu Qingming shook his head, "We know why Teacher Yan is doing this, so if we can't ask for it, it's not an interruption."

"I'll do it first." After Director Fang finished speaking, seeing that Yan Qiao was meaningless, he felt relieved and started manipulating mystic arts.

As they showed off one by one, Yan Qiao's eyes darkened a bit.

Yan Qiao's complexion changed a little until the last teacher stopped using the profound arts, "You've been using basic spells for a long time?"

Teacher Yu nodded, and said in a hoarse voice, "Yes, it's all basic spells, and you can't learn any more advanced spells."

Yan Qiao's eyes turned a little cold, "Where are the elders?"

"Except for us who have already reached the peak, no one else can learn." Elder Yu's voice came.

Yan Qiao turned to look at him, "Since when did it start?"

Teacher Yu looked sad, "Since 200 years ago, Xuanyuan's metaphysics went wrong after the catastrophe."

He paused, "A group of elders even lost their blood relatives."

Yan Qiao's pupils shrank, what a terrifying power it was, able to tamper with the inherited power of metaphysics.

"Then, do you mind if I take a look at your collection?" She said slowly.

Elder Yu's expression was shocked, he had a hesitation mixed with joy on his face, and finally he gritted his teeth slightly, "The classics room has always been guarded by an elder who has retired from the world for a long time, I need to ask his opinion, Please don't blame Brother Yan."

He paused and then explained, "We discussed it with President Ke long ago, but the elder's whereabouts are erratic, and he hasn't been seen for a few days, so we delayed it."

Yan Qiao could see that he was afraid that she might misunderstand, and felt a little complicated for a while. In her impression, all the monks were proud, but when she came to Xuanyuan, she saw the feeling of being low in the dust again and again.

"It's okay, I'm already a member of the Metaphysics Society, so there's no rush for this kind of thing." Yan Qiao gave him a reassurance.

She glanced at the time, "It's getting late, I still have something to do."

"Okay, please, Brother Yan." Elder Yu wanted to come out to see him off, but was stopped by Yan Qiao.

She turned around and entered the campus. At this time, the campus was unusually quiet, presumably because everyone was being surprised by Yan Qiao's teaching today.

In the study room, Lu Qingming wiped the sweat from his forehead, and the hands holding the table tensed up nervously, "Elder, do you think we will..."

Elder Yu turned his head to look at her worried expression, "Don't ask where we are going, just look at the way, it is our chance that Brother Qing Mingyan is willing to help us."

Lu Qingming nodded, "I know, I just hope that it will be too sudden to avoid emotional agitation."

She took a deep breath, and the usually calm person was a little more anxious at this moment, "I, I will talk to my master."

Elder Yu shook his head when he heard the words, "It's better for us old guys to go, you just wait at ease, in our eyes, you are still children."

But it is these batches of children who have shouldered heavy responsibilities generation after generation.

He sighed, and left with his hands behind his back, the halo shone in the practice room, Lu Qingming subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover it, and there seemed to be some hope in his slightly narrowed eyes, just like the light falling on his body at this moment.

Yan Qiao was walking on the campus road, she seemed to sense something and turned around, only to see Fu Yongzheng looking at her with dark eyes in an office across countless trees.

The monk's eyesight was extremely distant, even through the boundless trees, Yan Qiao could still see the emotions surging in his eyes.

She raised the corners of her lips silently, which was an undisguised arrogance and fearlessness when facing the enemy.

Even if he falls into this world now, Yan Qiao is still the proud little master of Xuanyang Mountain in his bones.

The contemptuous smile on Fu Yong's face retracted, he stared at Yan Qiao coldly but only had time to see a figure from her back.

After a long while, he suddenly laughed, and there were strands of shadows in the depths of his eyes.

As soon as Yan Qiao left the Xuan Academy, she sensed that something was wrong. She slowed down as she was about to ride in the car, and turned to the alley as soon as she crossed a place with mental strength.

There was a sound of breaking through the air behind him, and Yan Qiao turned around with the fan in hand, blocking the attack effortlessly.

She put away her folding fan and looked at the person who came by. She was wrapped tightly in black and hooded, so she didn't look like a good person.

"Your Excellency will choose the time." Her tone was extremely calm.

There was no answer from the other side, and they came straight to attack, and Yan Qiao could easily distinguish the location of the wide-open and closed attacks.

Seeing that she blocked several waves of attacks with ease, the opponent finally became anxious, and saw a wave of energy spreading from his body, and then the five-way magic card appeared.

Yan Qiao clicked his tongue softly, "Why don't you keep hiding?"

"You don't need to face the dead." The strange tone of voice, one can tell where it came from.

"Visitors from afar, as the host, it is natural to treat them well." After Yan Qiao finished speaking, one of the shikigami cards was flipped over, and a big head jumped out of it, which was the ghost-eating shikigami.

Accompanied by the attack of the ghost eaters, the strange spell struck Yan Qiao at an extremely fast speed.

As soon as she opened her folding fan, she lightly blocked the attack from the opposite side, and then her figure flashed directly behind the man in black. The man turned around to try to block, but was kicked away by Yan Qiao's folding fan.

The person flew three meters away and hit the wall behind him, spitting out a big mouthful of blood.

Yan Qiao walked over step by step on high heels, the man wanted to get up but couldn't hold himself up and fell to the ground.

Yan Qiao went straight over and stepped on his chest, "People from Yingdu."

She tore off his hood with a wave, revealing a square face, "I really can't wait."

The man in black yelled and cursed, but Yan Qiao's feet with a smile on his face pushed hard.

"Pfft," Yingdu Onmyoji spit out a mouthful of blood again.

Yan Qiaosu raised her hand, and the blood splashed on his face with the wind. She said in a disgusted tone, "It's too dirty."

"You Yingdu people are really the same everywhere, arrogant and arrogant." She withdrew her foot, "It's time to come after all the calculations."

"You have the ability to kill me!" He said in broken Mandarin.

Yan Qiao clapped his hands, "Are you worthy to kill you?"

The Onmyoji stared at her with resentment and unwillingness in his eyes.

Yan Qiao patted his palm with the folding fan, "I'm going to goug your eyes out just looking at you."

"Cultivator Yan, where is the enemy?" The person who came was the head of the guard, who never set in the sun.

At this time, after asking, he saw the man in black lying on the ground whose life and death were unknown, and hurried in.

Yan Qiao moved out of the way, "He's still alive, I recorded everything, you guys take it away."

Several guards came up and detained him directly, Yan Qiao put away the folding fan, "I'm going first."

"Thank you, Brother Yan, for your help." The chief guard quickly thanked him.

(End of this chapter)