In the hall, many people were already present, and most of the seats were occupied.
As soon as Mu Yu entered the hall, a young man in his twenties walked over.
He glanced at Mu Yu lightly and said, "Golden ticket, blue ticket, black ticket, which one are you?"
Mu Yu took out the black ticket Xu Xuan'er gave him.
"It turns out it's a black ticket. You can only sit in the last two rows."
The young man warned in a cold voice: "If I find you sitting in the front seat, don't blame me for kicking you out."
"Don't worry about it."
Mu Yu also responded coldly. He came to attend the lecture just because he didn't want to disappoint Xu Xuan'er's feelings. He was not prepared to listen at all.
He already has Lord Feng Xian, the strongest person in the land of the gods in the past, by his side. How can his cultivation experience be compared to that of Cang Yu Holy Emperor
Mu Yu directly found a seat in the last row and the corner and sat down.
"You didn't even bring a pen and paper, and you came to the lecture!"
A lean young man sitting next to Mu Yu glanced at Mu Yu and snorted: "Giving such a precious ticket to someone like you is simply defiled."
Hearing this, Mu Yu casually swept around the hall.
Indeed, everyone except him had pens and papers on their desks.
But what does this have to do with him
Seeing that Mu Yu turned a deaf ear to his words, the lean boy became even more angry.
Look who this is, he can't hear any instruction.
He said with grief and anger on his face: "My school spent a huge price and relied on many people's connections to get a ticket. It's pitiful that my senior brother is such a motivated person, but because he doesn't have a ticket, he can only steal it outside the door. listen."
"But a person like you who is not enterprising gets a ticket casually. What kind of world is this!"
As he spoke, he slapped his palms on the table angrily.
"How am I doing? What does it have to do with you? If you feel uncomfortable, get out!"
Mu Yu couldn't bear the noise he made. A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, and the aura in his body came out inadvertently.
The lean boy suddenly felt like he was falling into a cold cave, and his whole body felt as if he was being pressed down by a huge mountain.
He immediately closed his mouth, not daring to say a word.
Front row of the hall.
Mr. Han kept talking to Xu Xuan'er about his story.
Including his life experience, he is the only son of Han Banglian, the lord of the ancient city.
On his full moon birthday, many great masters in the spiritual world came to celebrate his birthday in person.
At the age of twelve, he killed the third-level spiritual beast, the Phantom Feather Bear. At the age of seventeen, he won the title of 100 consecutive victories on the competition stage. At the age of nineteen, he became one of the ten outstanding young people in Xiugu City, and so on.
Anyway, everything is about bragging about how powerful you are.
Trying to attract Xu Xuan'er's admiration for him.
However, from beginning to end, Xu Xuan'er just sat there and smiled politely.
Not even a hint of admiration for him was revealed.
Mr. Han was a little angry. In the past, other women admired him after hearing this.
There are even generous women who have begun to hint at him and want to throw themselves into his arms right away.
There is no one like Xu Xuan'er who looks cold and indifferent.
But this time, he also brought a trump card. He didn't believe that Xu Xuan'er would not be moved.
"Miss Xu, this note is for you. Read it secretly and memorize it. Don't let anyone see it."
Suddenly, Mr. Han's voice lowered, and he carefully stuffed a piece of paper into Xu Xuan'er's hand.
"what is this?"
Xu Xuan'er opened the note with some confusion and looked at it for a few times.
There were actually three questions related to spiritual practice written on the note.