On the beach in the upper yard, there was a man lying on the beach. He lay face down on the beach, letting the tide wash his cheeks, murmured in disbelief:

"Lin Feng, Lin Feng..."

"Hey, it seems that there is someone, go and take a look!" Finally, the patrol team in the upper courtyard discovered the guy lying on the beach. Several team members with long swords on their waists jumped off the breakwater and walked quickly towards the person lying on the beach. A bold team member drew out the sword and gently turned the person over, making him lean up, and found that this was a yellow-skinned young man...

"Are you Chinese? Why did you appear here?" the patrol captain frowned.

"I don't know. Wait, he seems to be saying something. - He is calling Lin Feng?"

"Lin Feng? Lin Feng is so familiar... By the way, is it a freshman who just arrived at the Upper Court two days ago? He resolved the hostage crisis on the sea train. Does this person know Lin Feng? Or is it also related to the hostage crisis on the sea train?" A patrol member said in confusion.

"No matter what, take this guy to the infirmary and bandage him first, give him some water and food. This guy is obviously about to starve to death. If he dies, we will know nothing. After he finishes his meal, send him to the dean's office to wait for interrogation!" said the patrol captain.

"yes!!!"

Two patrolmen stepped forward and pulled the yellow-skinned young man and dragged him to the shore. Suddenly, a letter wrapped in a tarp was dropped from the young man's arms. The patrol captain leaned over to pick up the letter, tore open the tarp, and a line of beautiful female surnames on the envelope appeared in front of him:

"Lin Feng is in love with you. Yanjing, Chen Yuyan."

The patrol team frowned and shouted to the team members around them:

"Hey, go to the top to find Lin Feng. After finding him, let him come to the dean's office."

"yes!!!"

When the patrol team came to the empty platform where the freshman temporarily lived, a warm-up match between the freshman and the old man who moved in first was playing in full swing. It seemed that the freshman was already familiar with life here, but because the dean did not allow him to move around casually, the competition had already begun. The competition was peaceful and pleasant, and the two sides had a win or loss. When the patrol team came to the platform, a senior representative was fighting with Ling Yueyong.

The patrol team knew that this young man was one of the masters of the Upper Court. He was well-known in the Upper Court, and was common in various competitions and fights. His name was well-known throughout the Third House of Storm - Wu Hao.

Speaking of Wu Hao, his real name is far less famous than his nickname. Wu Hao has many nicknames, Thousand-Handed Shura, Blood Hand Rakshasa... And his most famous nickname is just two simple words: Blood Hand. Wu Hao's speed, agility and reaction speed are unique. The fatal blow he sent with the trend can break through any defense and penetrate the human body. Those who fight with him are often injured even if they are not killed. Therefore, Wu Hao's name of "Blood Hand" is terrifying. I am afraid that only Ling Yueyong dares to taste this crab...

The freshmen and the old people surrounded Ling Yueyong and Wu Hao. They cheered from time to time. Even they had never seen such a wonderful fight, so they couldn't help but start to cheer up excitedly.

"good!!!"

With the audience cheering, Ling Yueyong's long whip was like a giant snake with a surname, constantly entangling Wu Hao. A series of loud whip flowers kept ringing at Wu Hao's feet, forcing Wu Hao to keep dodging, and even jumped on the edge of a fence hundreds of feet high to avoid it. Ling Yueyong kept chasing Wu Hao, which attracted cheers from the onlookers. Facing the ever-changing whip technique, Wu Hao dodged left and right, but was not at all confused. While dodging Ling Yueyong's attack, Ling Yueyong's eyes turned cold. He raised the whip high to knock Wu Hao away, but he was not afraid that Wu Hao would move straight to Ling Yueyong's throat at an extremely high speed, and stabbed Ling Yueyong's throat with a hand...

"Ah!!!" Seeing that Wu Hao was really trying to kill, the onlookers couldn't help but exclaim. The expected blood splatter did not happen on the spot. Wu Hao's hand was held straight a few millimeters from Ling Yueyong's throat, smiled slightly, and leaned close to Ling Yueyong's ear and whispered:

"Don't worry, I won't hurt girls, especially cute girls like you. If you have time, we might be able to get along well."

As he said that, Wu Hao slowly straightened his waist and smiled arrogantly:

"Oh, by the way, senior, please point out your weaknesses to you. Senior, although your whip method is good, it has limitations. Once you are approached, your whip method will be useless. It is better to get close to your physical technique at this time."

"Haha, thank you for the reminder, I should also certify this!"

Ling Yueyong smiled slightly, and suddenly a sudden palm shook Wu Hao's chest, shocking Wu Hao a few steps back. Looking at Wu Hao who was pretending to be struck by lightning, Ling Yueyong smiled and said:

"Haha, what the senior said is indeed good. The close-fitting technique can be unexpected."

"Haha, hehe..." Seeing Ling Yueyong slapping in public without any mercy, Wu Hao, who felt that he failed to show off, was about to have an attack, but considering that the other party was just a girl, he still suppressed his anger and laughed dryly for a few times, pretending to be gentlemanly:

"It's not hindering, it's not hindering. How could the senior bother with the junior..."

Ling Yueyong snorted coldly, put away the long whip and left. The patrol team then realized, rushed to chase after him, shouting:

"Student Ling Yueyong, please stay. Have you seen Lin Feng? The captain asked him to go to the dean's office. There is his letter from Yanjing."

"Original from Yanjing?"

Ling Yueyong frowned, and while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a towel, she turned around and hurried towards the small building.

In the small building, Lin Feng was sitting next to a pottery jar, fanning a palm-shaped fan and decocting the medicine soup. This medicine soup was a dose of spiritual medicine specially exchanged by Lin Feng. Since the Battle of Haitian, Lin Feng has been injured many times. If he wants to heal the wound, he must take the medicine soup for a long time. Fortunately, the large number of medicinal materials provided by the old naughty boy before leaving Yanjing still has a large amount of inventory in the space of the Angel Engine, so Lin Feng gathered the medicinal materials without any effort to start decorating the medicine, and prepared to drink the medicine soup as water in the future. Since there is nothing to do in the past few days, Lin Fengsuo did not go out and refining elixirs in the house every day, causing a smell of medicine in the house.

"Lin Feng, this is the senior of the patrol team of the Upper Court. He said that there was a letter from Yanjing that you would like to go to the dean's office." Ling Yueyong pushed open the door and said.

"Letter from Yanjing?"

Lin Feng frowned slightly, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly put on his clothes and rushed out the door:

"I'm going to the dean's office now. Yue Yong, please take over the medicine soup."

"Hey? I'll take over? But?"

Lin Feng rushed out of the building in a hurry and ran back after a while:

"How to get to the dean's office?"

"Uh, walk along the tunnel to the sixth fork, turn left, then walk along the sea corridor, pass through the corridor, enter the courtyard, choose the third staircase, walk to the third floor, turn left..." The patrolman said with saliva.

"Ahhhh... Forget it, needless to say, I'd better look at automatic navigation!" Lin Feng, who was covered in black lines, turned on Yin Yu's automatic navigation mode and ran along the small stairs...

"Wait, Lin Feng, are you really okay alone?" the patrolman asked with a frown.

The anxious Lin Feng ignored the patrol members' words and hurriedly walked through the corridors and stairs, up and down, and traveled through this maze-like castle for nearly half an hour without reaching the destination. Fortunately, Lin Feng had automatic navigation. If there were no navigation people, he would probably get lost in this castle...

"I, damn..."

After passing through countless courtyards, platforms and corridors, Lin Feng fell down panting on the wide steps in front of the dean's office, panting and cursing:

"This damn building...I curse it to be destroyed!"

What Lin Feng never expected was that this time he made a promise. Sure enough, unlucky children should not talk nonsense.

Lin Feng rushed to the top of the steps and knocked on the door. The guard opened the door, pointed inside, and said:

"The person who wants to see you is inside. Go in."

Lin Feng nodded and walked into the door. He saw a man in ragged clothes and disheveled hair sitting on a small table with his back facing Lin Feng, holding a portion of oatmeal porridge and eating it. The dean sat opposite him, smoking a pipe, and laughed:

"Eat slowly, don't rush."
Chapter completed!