Zhao Qiyang, the dean of Zhuyang College, is a person who cannot get rid of the sand in his eyes.
Back then, he personally came forward to drive the descendant of a god-level powerhouse in Zhuyang City out of the academy.
He is a god-level powerhouse that is rare to find in the world, and he is still a god-level man. He is not afraid of anyone daring to retaliate.
In charge of such a huge force as Zhuyang Academy, Zhao Qiyang will not be afraid of anyone.
At this time, Zhao Qiyang's expression was extremely serious.
The judges all had smiles on their faces, and Zai looked at Liang Qiyuan with a hint of schadenfreude.
Even if the dean is not punished this time, he will probably be scolded by the dean.
The dean values the dean very highly, and he was trained as a disciple all the way back then.
This time, the dean is destined to be unlucky.
He practices favoritism and cheats, and everyone here knows it clearly and sees it.
"Dean, this is the list on Mountain No. 14." Liang Qiyuan's expression remained unchanged as he shot out a spiritual light and then displayed it in front of the light screen.
Above that spiritual light were indeed the names of everyone in Mountain No. 14.
The name at the top is Han Mu.
Everyone looked at the list, and then looked at Dean Zhao Qiyang.
In the light curtain, Zhao Qiyang's face froze slightly.
He turned his head, glanced at Liang Qiyuan, and then snorted coldly.
The dean is going to be angry!
Everyone is looking forward to it.
But the next moment, the light curtain dissipated directly.
Dean, don’t care...
The dean, who is just, fair, selfless, and can't help but turn a blind eye to the dean's fraud!
All the judges looked at this scene with their mouths wide open and were at a loss.
Dean, how can you ignore it?
"Let's all disperse." Liang Qiyuan's voice sounded.
All the judges lowered their heads and turned around.
Yes, rest.
The expression on the face of the judge who wanted to appeal changed, and he finally shook his head and turned back to his seat.
What else?
The dean doesn’t care, so what can they do?
Who is there on Mountain No. 14 that Liang Qiyuan wants to protect?
Everyone is extremely curious.
Ahead, above the vast screen of light, the seventh day's trial battle was in full swing.
The black-winged lark covered the sky and the earth, shrouding the surrounding space.
On every mountain ridge, the trial disciples who formed the team took full action.
The ninth-level powerhouse Gao Zhengtai, wearing a battle armor, flew forward and slashed with a long knife in his hand, cutting the body of a black skylark into two halves.
Behind him, there are strong men with strong fighting spirit. Whether they are puppet masters or armor masters, they are all extremely powerful.
With a knife, he blocked the skylark that was flying towards his head. Gao Zhengtai turned his head and looked at the mountains not far away.
"Is that boy from the Nalan family almost unable to hold on anymore?"
He sneered, with murderous intent in his eyes: "If you dare to get so close to Yan Ke'er, you are simply seeking death."
Hearing his words, another big man in black armor also snorted: "Teacher Yan Keer is one of the few female teachers in Zhuyang Academy. Who is disrespectful? This Nalan Mo Ran is too bold."
Beside Gao Zhengtai, everyone else also looked dissatisfied.
On the mountains in the distance, Nalan Moran had already taken action with all his strength. With a spear in his hand, he controlled the armor and swept away all the black-winged skylarks in front of him.
"There are not many skylarks left to block this wave." Nalan Moran whispered.
Behind him, the tired armor masters and puppet masters gritted their teeth and barely resisted the attacks of those huge skylarks.
It's the same on all mountains.
Everyone is fully supporting and waiting for the end of this wave of strange beasts.
The one who is a little more relaxed may be a truly strong person like Feng Jiutian who can ensure that he is undefeated in front of this strange beast.
Of course, there is also number fourteen
Mountains.
On the top of Mountain No. 14, more than a dozen huge bluestone war puppets protect the surrounding space.
Any black-winged skylark that dared to come would be beaten to death by the raised arms.
The defense power of these war puppets is not high, but the attack power is strong. Even if their bodies are broken, there are war puppets who quickly come up from behind to protect the position.
In this way, the puppet masters and armor masters at the rear only need to run those disposable battle puppets and don't have to worry about anything.
This battlefield is the easiest.
"when--"
The afterglow of the sunset is endlessly beautiful.
The flying skylarks flew towards the cracks above the sky, and then disappeared into the distance.
The originally obscured sky revealed its vastness and height.
"Finally, let's go..." Someone's legs weakened and he fell to the ground, breathing heavily and enjoying the joy of the rest of his life.
"Woo hoo, gone, all gone..." Someone was kneeling on the ground, crying loudly. The surrounding mountains were empty, and the original figures turned into corpses all over the ground.
On Ridge No. 14, the bluestone puppets waving their arms slowly stopped.
There was a look of pity on many people's faces.
"We still have half of our war puppets, why are we leaving?" Someone muttered, looking back at the war puppets piled up in the fortifications.
The weapon refiners worked hard to make it, and only half of the assembled war puppets were lost. If they continued to fight, they could still last for most of the day.
Under the mountains, the bodies of skylarks were lying there. These were extremely good materials for refining weapons.
Skylark's feathers and bones can be used to refine important joints in the body of the war puppet.
"Clean up the battlefield and continue mining the spiritual minerals."
"Harvest spiritual materials and prepare fire to refine weapons."
Han Muye's voice sounded.
No one spoke a word on the entire battlefield and entered the state directly.
The puppet master took his contracted beast to mine concentrated iron ore.
The armor master went to carry the bluestone.
The weapon refiners all came out, dragged back the big birds covered with black feathers, and began to collect useful spiritual materials.
During the fortification, Han Muye held a piece of black iron in his hand, and there was a glint in his eyes.
He got this piece of iron from a black-winged skylark.
This is the fragment of a war sword.
The fragments still carry a trace of memory.
rare.
Only countless black armors and tyrannical puppet masters were seen.
These people smashed the blockade in the void, and then gathered all kinds of strange beasts.
From these pictures, Han Muye saw the shadows of ninth-level, holy-level, and even god-level beasts.
Not much though.
In other words, in the next trial, the beasts coming will not be the seventh or eighth level beasts, but the ninth level, saint level, and god level.
Under the attack of such a powerful alien beast, the trial disciples may die.
"Fengge City?"
A glimmer of light flashed in Han Muye's eyes.
There is Fengge City, and there may be other big cities.
Turning his head, he looked towards the direction of the judgment in the distance.
Neither Liang Qiyuan nor other judges sensed this crisis.
"Forget it, I'll give you a favor."
Han Muye whispered softly.
Raising his hand, a golden stream of light flew towards the Judgment Hall.
…
Nalan Mo was covered in blood, breathing heavily and leaning on the cliff.
The trial disciples behind him were all exhausted.
Fortunately, many were injured and their souls were greatly depleted, but none have truly died yet.
The trial disciples who followed Nalan Moran were all very happy.
"Senior Brother Nalan, should we clean up the battlefield and prepare quickly?" A trial disciple whose armor was somewhat damaged came over and spoke softly.
Although everyone knows it, even if
Cleaning up the battlefield now would not be of much use. With their strength, it would be impossible to withstand the next wave of alien beasts.
"Cleaning the battlefield..." Nalan Moran raised his head and looked at the two mountains ahead.
Over there, someone seemed to turn their head and look this way.
"Clean the battlefield. We will retreat in a quarter of an hour." A smile appeared on Nalan Mo Ran's lips.
retreat?
Retreat to where?
Everyone looked at each other and quickly started collecting various materials.
In less than half a quarter of an hour, they began to quietly exit the hilltop and walk towards the mountains on the side.
"boom--"
After retreating no more than ten miles, a golden blade slashed down, shattering the war puppet exploring the path ahead.
A seventh-level puppet master turned pale and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"defense!"
Nalan Moran shouted low and flew up with a solemn look on his face, raising the long knife in his hand.
The pale golden battle armor enveloped his body, and he blocked the sword light with a strike of the long sword. Nalan Moran shouted loudly: "Du Tang, are you looking for death?"
Du Tang.
The elite among the trial disciples, the ninth-level puppet master.
A black-armored sword-fighting puppet stood in front of Nalan Moran. Not far away, several armor masters protected a young man wearing thin armor.
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Some people retreated in panic, while others gritted their teeth and looked angry, wanting to advance and retreat together with Nalan Moran.
There were just a lot of people retreating, and there were only five people who were really willing to be with Nalan Moran.
"You guys want to kill me?"
"Do you know who I am and what my background is?"
"Do you know why Yan Jiaoxi treats me differently?"
The expression on Nalan Moran's face did not change at all, he looked around and spoke loudly.
His words made Gao Zhengtai laugh out loud.
"The Nalan family is just a small family in the great city of Yongming City in the void."
"Besides, you are not the true core disciple of the Nalan family."
"Your father was just born in a small town in the wilderness."
Gao Zhengtai's voice was loud, with disdain on his face.
"He comes from a wasteland background, but he dares to climb up to a big city family."
"With such a family background, you, Nalan Moran, have the nerve to mention it."
Gao Zhengtai's words brought smiles to the faces of the surrounding trial disciples.
The disciples who had followed Nalan Moran before, who were a little worried, now also showed relaxed expressions.
"I thought Nalan Moran really came from a great family in the Void City."
"I was deceived by him. With this little ability and background, he is still arrogant."
As the chaotic words came, Nalan Moran's expression remained unchanged, but he just raised his hand and pointed at Gao Zhengtai.
"You are insulting my father by saying such things..."
Gao Zhengtai sneered: "Your father is worthy-"
"Brother, he insulted our father!" Nalan Moran shouted.
Big brother?
Father?
Everyone was stunned.
However, the next moment, everyone felt like the hairs on their bodies were exploding!
A chilling air instantly enveloped everyone present!
"Who is that?" Du Tang looked solemn and shouted in a low voice.
What answered him was a long golden sword.
"boom--"
From the distant mountains, a thousand-foot sword light swung down!
The light of the sword smashed several armor masters in front of Du Tang into pieces, and then knocked away the war puppets that landed in front of him, causing Du Tang to vomit blood and retreat.
One knife, destroying the ninth-level armor master!
who!
Just as Gao Zhengtai was about to fly up, he was suppressed by a golden fist on his head.
The fist, with its bright golden light, hit his shoulder hard, shattering his armor.
He Yangsun, who flew down, had murderous intent in his eyes.
A green-gold ninth-level war puppet protects his side, and the light-gold battle armor on his body shines with halo.
"Brother." Nalan Moran shouted.
The surroundings were dull.
Level nine battle puppet, level nine battle armor!
He Yangsun's expression remained unchanged, his body moved, and a long knife in his hand was slashed towards Gao Zhengtai's head.
Gao Zhengtai was already defeated, but when he saw the light of the sword coming, his face turned pale.
"I, I surrender——"
He wanted to surrender, but He Yangsun ignored him.
The long knife slashed down, directly cutting Gao Zhengtai's body into pieces.
A ninth-level expert was killed just like that!
When the sword came down, everyone was dumbfounded.
Even Nalan Moran shrank his head in fear.
In the distance, the judges in the hall all stood up.
"This is He Yang!"
"He broke the rules!"
"Gao Zhengtai has already said that he will surrender and we can't kill him anymore!"
Everyone turned to look at Liang Qiyuan.
Liang Qiyuan's eyes fell on He Yangsun in the light curtain.
He Yangsun.
The head of the He family in Tacheng.
Master Han’s spokesperson.
Net worth...
a lot of.
a lot of.
a lot of.
"Gao Zhengtai shouted late." Liang Qiyuan waved his hand.
Too late?
This reason...
There was silence in the main hall.
"I knew you, Liang Qiyuan, had selfish motives!" An old man in black armor raised his hand, with a ball of golden light in his palm.
"There's someone on Ridge No. 14 sending you a message."
"This is evidence. I don't believe the dean can protect you this time."
"I want to summon the dean!"
