Teacher for a day

Chapter 101 Peng

These days, a formation might burst out with wolves.

Chen Changyan was speechless, shaking his head and laughing.

His question obviously caught the Floating Star Array. The little ants on the ground seemed to be unable to find the direction of the food, bumping back and forth, which was completely different from the orderly arrangement just now.

The gloomy black mist by the lake has dissipated, and bright little flowers are still growing in the black soil under the banyan tree.

Chen Changyan smiled, this "Peng" is quite cute.

After a while, Peng seemed to have figured it out.

So, the little ants on the ground began to line up busily again.

After being busy for a long time, I came up with two words for him.

desert.

Chen Changyan stared at these two words for a long time, and to be honest, he didn't understand.

He asked the Floating Star Formation's plan, but the main soul "Peng" of the Floating Star Formation said, "Da Mo?"

"Just now, Da Mo was fighting with you for the power of illusions, right? I heard that Peng is a giant bird from the time of the Shangxian, who is good at creating mirages... Tell me, who won the battle between you and Da Mo?"

This time, the little ants ran very fast, with hair-thin legs and feet, as if they were about to run out of afterimages, but they still bumped into each other and were in a hurry, because the words they put out this time were more complicated.

I won.

Chen Changyan almost laughed out loud.

Can't wait to make it clear whether you win or lose?No wonder the fight with the desert is inseparable.

Then, the little ant ran more diligently.

After a while, there was another line of writing on the ground.

Peng orders, the world surrenders to me...

"Pfft." Chen Changyan really didn't collapse, he didn't learn if he was good, and learned from the second disease of the desert? ?

It's true, Da Mo is a lot of age, and he is not a front-line operator with a dignified lion heart, and he even shouts slogans when fighting with a battle.

It's fine if you don't feel ashamed, but you still have to bring harm... a good family formation.

"Da Mo has already been sent out by me. Don't worry about him. Recently...he has encountered a little obstacle in his career, probably a mid-life crisis. Well, of course I don't understand at my age, and it will take another ten years or so to get it." Understand, you probably won't understand, right?" Chen Changyan said.

The little ant made two curves that bend downwards and one curve that bends upwards on the ground - forming a smiling face.

Looking at the posture of this formation, Chen Changyan wondered if he could teach this group of ants the kaomoji.

"So, your 'plan' is related to the desert?" Chen Changyan asked again.

The little ants on the ground didn't make any more poses. They bumped headlessly for a while, and then they came from and went back to where they came from.

Then, Chen Changyan saw a bluish-blue spirit condensing in midair... It condensed into a translucent giant bird, with its long wings waving, the whole world within the array was howling with gusts of wind.

"Peng?" Chen Changyan looked at the translucent body like a thin cloud covering the setting sun... he was so handsome.

However, Peng suddenly flew up into the sky, very high, very high, until he could no longer see him.

Peng rushed out of this formation.

But soon, in front of, at the far end, in places that can be seen and can't be seen, countless such light clusters condensed.

Suddenly it blows away with the wind.

Chen Changyan understood that a part of Peng's consciousness flew out of the formation, maintaining the balance in the formation.

This formation has returned to normal operation, without self-awareness, and will not be triggered by an illusionist to respond to the enemy independently.

Maybe many, many years later, Peng's consciousness will be awakened again, and at that time, it will be necessary to send out part of the formation...

"So, the part of consciousness that was thrown away went to Da Mo?" Chen Changyan thought about Peng's whereabouts.

……

Da Mo thought that with the help of his two fellow travelers—Chen Ah San and Chen Ah Si, as well as his superb acting skills, the formation matter would be over.

Madam just stared at the formation nervously, waiting for the "eldest son" to come out.

Judging from the expressions of the disciples around the formation, the eldest son had a high status in the sect and was deeply respected.

Da Mo felt that the thigh he chose was extremely correct.

At this time, the elder of the inner sect waved his hand and called him over to ask a few words.

That is, have you practiced before?What does the soul of life think?What type of mental method tends to...and so on.

The soul of life, the mind... the excitement of the desert.

His spring has come, a front-line operator is finally going to have a decent fighting power!

Of course he had to seriously compare and choose.

However, before he could make a comparison, a huge flying bird suddenly flew out from the formation. The natal spirits of the inner disciples and outer disciples in the sky avoided one after another, and all eyes were focused on that bird. On Asuka...

Under the sunlight at noon, the huge flying bird did not show any resistance or fear, but chirped skyward.

Compared with other natal souls, it is actually incomplete, its body is translucent, and it is an incomplete soul. Generally, the disciples of Wan Xiaozong would not want this kind of soul, let alone refine it into a natal soul.

But even if it is a broken soul, it still gives people a strong feeling.

Afterwards, under the gaze of all the people, this ray of dead soul rushed towards the desert...

"Eh?" Da Mo didn't even realize what happened, he felt a sharp pain in his brain... Even when he fought against the crazy group power of tearing up books and flash mob activities by himself, he never felt such severe pain .

That feeling was like using a bloody knife to tear a big hole in his brain, and then stuffed it into a galaxy.

The dead soul that flew out of the formation plunged into it.

"Ah!!" A difficult battle broke out in Da Mo's brain...

Peng.

Its name is Peng.

Da Mo didn't know what was going on.

Because he is a time traveler, so he forcibly opened their so-called "spiritual consciousness", and then gave him a natal soul?

Peng... is it the thing that fights him in the formation?
Da Mo also admires himself, he is already like this and still has time to think about these things.

However, only for a short while.

The singing sounded.

Da Mo only felt that the torn gap in his consciousness was rapidly calming down... He turned his head and saw a two-headed nightingale standing on the shoulders of Chen Ah San and Chen Ah Si.

That kind of bird is small in size, but its voice is extremely beautiful. Da Mo mustered up his courage all of a sudden, and he was unfamiliar but firmly subdued "Peng"...

"Work hard." The inner sect elders and the others already understood what had happened—the ray of consciousness that Peng split became Da Mo's natal soul.

It also recognizes the desert.

Therefore, the elders, stewards, and disciples around Da Mo all clenched their fists to cheer him up.

"Ahhhhh. No matter how dark the night is, dawn will always come... Open it up, open it up, open up the world... Steel is the body, and fire is the blood... I am the Kami of the new world!" Da Mo I didn't give up my efforts... I kept crying and howling.

But the toss of this middle-aged man did not last long.

He rolled his eyes and passed out.

Madam sighed: "He is a man slave, it is very unusual for him to have this opportunity."

The inner sect elder also sighed, helped Da Mo up from the ground, and asked two disciples to send him back to rest first, and lived in the courtyard before Li Yang.

He said: "His natal soul is not an easy-to-tame species...it's been a bit worn out in the past few days."

And Chen Ah San and Chen Ah Si chatted privately at the side: "Steel is the body, flame is the blood, what is it?"

"What is Kami in the new world?" The two young boys were full of curiosity and expectation.

(End of this chapter)