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December Junior-Eight, a very interesting man!

This is Zhuo Bufan’s evaluation of him!

The noon has passed, and the moment of the year of Cultural Entering Yang is gone, Zhuo Bufan can only go away.

“Although it has failed, it has got the guidance of the good old man. If you continue tomorrow, you may succeed.”

With confidence, Zhuo Bufan left the top of the mountain and returned to Spell Fort.

As soon as he arrived at the dormitory, he saw a white-haired old man with a wooden stick coming out of the dormitory.

He wore a vermillion robes and a black gold-rimmed cap.

The long beard was dragged to the chest, the tip of the beard, and it was tied with a black ribbon. The beard is also faint and shiny, obviously not the kind of dry hair, feels like oil is generally smooth.

It seems that the father is very good at maintaining his beard.

Look at his face again, his face is thin, his skin is dark, but his eyes are stunned, and the whole person feels full of energy.

The most important thing is that there is a gold nameplate on his waist with a “middle” on it.

The old man walked straight toward Zhuo Bufan, and Zhuo Bufan subconsciously shouted: “Fort Master !”

That’s right, this looks like an imposing, old and strong old man. It is Spell Fort Fort Master, Shang Hangdao.

He would appear in the apprentice quarters, which made Zhuo Bufan a bit strange.

Shang Hangdao is obviously purposeful. After he saw Zhuo Bufan, he walked directly toward him and then squinted at Zhuo Bufan.

“You are Zhuo Bufan? Miaoren told me.”

Zhuo Bufan couldn’t help but frown. He has already guessed the purpose of the other party.

“Fort Master looking for me?”

Zhuo Bufan asked with a wink.

Shang Hangdao shook his head and said, “I just look around, how, as a Spell Fort Fort Master, can’t I come to the apprentice’s quarters?”

Zhuo Bufan replied quickly: “No, of course not. You are the owner of Spell Fort, wherever you want to go!”

“Oh, you teenager, very interesting! Do you usually like to observe?”

“Observation? Oh, generally!” Zhuo Bufan replied casually.

“Then you can tell me, why do you think that light will be a wave? This thought can be very dangerous. You have to know that our philosophers have been through thousands of years of exploration before they dare to define that light is made up of photons.”

Upon hearing the culture of Shang Hangdao, Zhuo Bufan was immediately alert.

Sure enough, the other party did not come to the apprentice dormitory, he came for himself.

“I just guessed it casually. After all, before that, I don’t know that light is made up of photons.”

Zhuo Bufan lied. Can’t blame him for being selfish, because it is related to his future destiny.

If he can get the Small Black Cauldron from Spell Divine Palace, he will become Venerable. He is able to have a real foothold in this world.

Now Zhuo Bufan, no background, no power, no identity, no strength.

However, he has an opportunity, a chance to get the background, gain power, and gain identity, he does not want to be so handicapped. So Zhuo Bufan lied to Shang Hangdao without hesitation.

After listening to Shang Hangdao, he stopped asking, but took a cane and laughed.

“My generation laughed at Huangkou, a hero from ancient times. Hahahaha!”

See Shang Hangdao go to the crutches and leave a poem of unfathomable mystery, Zhuo Bufan stunned.

“My generation laughed at Huangkou, who has been a teenager since ancient times? He is boasting me? How can I not feel the kind of small fortunate?”

I don’t know Shang Hangdao, Zhuo Bufan returned to the old dormitory.

Sitting at the desk, Zhuo Bufan meditated for a moment. Then take the previous paper from the drawer, lift the charcoal on the side, and continue to write it down.

When he found the Spell and handed it over to Spell Divine Palace, his Venerable position was clearly the bag.

As for the Day-Student at the December Pavilion, which was seen on the top of the mountain today, Zhuo Bufan can only wish them good luck.

Halfway through the paper, the sky has faded.

Just at this time, suddenly…

boom!

Zhuo Bufan dormitory door, who was kicked open.

“I am going, who?”

Zhuo Bufan was furious and looked back. It was to see a more angry expression.

Zhuo Bufan saw the face that was about to be distorted, and quickly stretched his brow and said with a smile.

“Mr. Miaoren, how come you?”

It’s Lan Miaoren who is obviously angry. Behind her, she followed several classmates in the same class.

Zhuo Bufan saw this group of people and immediately understood the other side’s intentions.

“Dare to warn my class, you are not afraid!”

Lan Miaoren held her hands and held up the proud bust, then looked at Zhuo Bufan with a corner of her mouth.

“What do I say, this kid must be in the own room.”

The speaker is Huang Haotian who follows Lan Miaoren.

“I rely on this yellow sky stick.” Zhuo Bufan gave him a look.

“Hey me? You are very good, kid, you can dare to even my class.”

Also defeated by Huang Haotian, Zhuo Bufan felt that Lan Miaoren would definitely fly Huang Haotian in the next second.

However, when Zhuo Bufan looked at Lan Miaoren, he saw Lan Miaoren’s gaze and fell to the table behind him.

“No, that’s my paper.”

Zhuo Bufan saw it and moved one step to the left, blocking the sight of Lan Miaoren.

Lan Miaoren quickly regained his gaze and then looked at Zhuo Bufan.

“Mr. Today, I taught ‘Burning Light Spell’. The next time you go to class, if you can’t show Burning Light Spell, I will throw you into the ‘Great-Sun Torture Chamber’.”

“Great-Sun Torture Chamber?” Zhuo Bufan stunned.

“Hey, a place that will make you Better To Die Than Live. Make sure you go once and never forget.”

Lan Miaoren smiled and then turned around and twisted Huang Haotian’s ear, dragging a group of people such as Huang Haotian to leave.

“Ah, woman, what are you doing for me? Let me go.”

“Stupid woman, I command you, spread it to me, you are so to me, be careful not to be lucky to you in the future.”

“Let’s go, ah!”

In the hallway, there was a scream of Huang Haotian.

Zhuo Bufan slowly closed the door and his expression on his face was indifferent. He turned his head and looked at the paper on the table, his eyes turning.

“I was seen.”

He obviously knew why Lan Miaoren was leaving.

“It seems that I have to speed up. The paper must be written earlier, and Divine Soul must be refining to the Third Layer as soon as possible. Tomorrow, it must succeed.”

Zhuo Bufan squeezed the charcoal in his hand and sat down to start writing.

He is now in desperate hope that the next day will come!

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The next day, rain!

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