After a few breaths, Sang Wuyang's figure stabilized.
At this moment, Sang Wuyang turned around slightly, just in time to see the disciples from Qingcang Academy and some other academies bending towards him.
At this time, Sang Wuyang held the iron scroll in one hand and put the other hand behind his back, and said lightly: "No need to be polite."
All the bent disciples immediately stood up straight.
"Jiuchuan!" Sang Wuyang shouted softly.
"Mr. Sang!" Luo Jiuchuan responded respectfully.
Sang Wuyang's eyes always fell on the iron scroll in his hand.
His other hand slowly raised, as if he was deducing something.
Finally, Sang Wuyang slowly said: "A lot of people will bleed..."
Luo Jiuchuan's expression changed, and he couldn't help but look at Zhang Chu. Zhang Chu had said before that he wanted to protect Jiunan Mountain, so he couldn't offer sacrifices.
And now, Sang Wuyang said this again.
Luo Jiuchuan suddenly realized that there might really be a big danger.
Sure enough, Sang Wuyang said: "Jiuchuan, you are the strongest, you can't go to the sacrificial altar, let others go."
Luo Jiuchuan immediately bent down: "Yes!"
At this moment, Luo Jiuchuan's gaze swept across everyone.
Who to let go?
A lot of people will bleed, so the most powerful group of people cannot hold the ceremony.
However, except for the strongest people, Luo Jiuchuan was not familiar with anyone else and didn't know who was the most suitable.
Just when Luo Jiuchuan couldn't make up his mind, Sang Wuyang said again: "Nine dragons are in the sky, and Italy is in the sun!"
"Fire, find a boy or girl related to fire."
"Fire!" Luo Jiuchuan frowned slightly, scanned everyone, and asked, "Whose ability is related to fire?"
Cao Yuchun immediately exclaimed: "My eldest niece is a descendant of the fire god Zhu Rong, so she must be my eldest niece."
"What a pervert, who is your eldest niece!" Mi Can'er snorted immediately.
Zhang Chu's heart moved, and he immediately said: "My disciple Mi Can'er, whose surname is Mi from the Qin Kingdom, is one of the eight surnames of Zhu Rong, and it is related to fire."
When Mi Can'er saw Zhang Chu recommending her, she naturally took a step forward and said, "I like flames."
With that said, Mi Caner released her momentum.
Above her head, a purple energy suddenly shot into the sky. If she looked carefully, she could see a sacred platform behind Mi Can'er.
Those purple energies are erupting from the altar, and they are mysterious and unusual.
At this moment, Qiao Yan's expression not far away changed slightly: "Purple Qi comes from the east, Zhurong True Fire!"
Around, many young people looked at Mi Caner in fear.
Zhurong True Fire is a special talent related to spiritual power. According to legend, this special talent is specially designed for fighting, and the spiritual power can melt everything in the world.
With Zhurong's true fire, as long as he doesn't die halfway, he will surely be able to ignite the divine fire in the future and rank among the gods.
No one expected that Mi Can'er, who had always been with Zhang Chu and remained anonymous, would actually have this kind of bloodline.
"It feels like her fighting ability is not strong..." someone whispered.
"Yeah, I thought she was just a little jerk." There were also whispers.
Mi Can'er's fighting ability is indeed not strong. That's because since she was a child, the most powerful people she has ever seen were a few bandits, and she killed them all.
A child who had never seen the world, relied entirely on his own talent, and stumbled into a new road. He was even chased by many monsters as soon as he entered, and even killed several big monsters.
This kind of talent is absolutely heaven-defying.
Now Mi Can'er is just a piece of jade and a piece of white paper.
She just didn't meet a good master, didn't enter the academy, didn't even have a Heavenly Heart Bone, and never entered a powerful medicine garden. She lacked a lot of luck and combat experience.
If these can be supplemented, Mi Can'er's fighting power will definitely not be weaker than Xue Qianxun, Qiao Yan and the others.
Of course, the situation was urgent now and there was no time for her to make up for it.
At this moment, Sang Wuyang's eyes suddenly lit up: "Okay, okay, Zhurong Zhenhuo, surnamed Mi, descendant of the God of Fire, hahaha, it's you!"
"Child, go ahead, take the severed wood and go to the altar."
"Okay!" Mi Can'er strode forward and took the severed piece of wood from Luo Jiuchuan's hand.
Then, Mi Caner asked Luo Jiuchuan how to offer sacrifices.
At this moment, two more shadows appeared in the void, two old men.
"Dean Ding!"
"Dean Wei!"
Some disciples from Chunqiu Academy exclaimed and hurriedly bent down to salute.
Cao Yuchun explained in a low voice in Zhang Chu's ear: "Brother, that old man with a long beard who doesn't look like a good man at first glance is the old dean of Chunqiu Academy, Ding Chunqiu!"
Zhang Chu's mouth twitched and he asked in a low voice: "Is this name serious?"
Cao Yuchun whispered: "This is the rule of Chunqiu Academy. If anyone becomes the dean, he will only keep his surname and use the word Chunqiu as his first name."
"His original name was Ding Yang, but because he became the dean, he changed his name to Ding Chunqiu."
"Okay." Zhang Chu nodded.
The little fat man introduced again: "The other kind-hearted old man is named Wei Meng. He is the dean of Xuan Suyuan within the Spring and Autumn Academy."
"Wei Meng is as good at fortune telling as Sang Wuyang. I heard that three green clam coins in his palm can reveal all the secrets of the sky."
Sang Wuyang didn't seem to be friendly to the two deans of Chunqiu Academy. Seeing their figures emerging, he asked with a straight face: "What are you two doing here?"
Ding Chunqiu also had a straight face and said very solemnly: "Something big is going to happen to the human race. I'm here to give you some words of encouragement."
In Spring and Autumn Academy, many disciples hurriedly shouted: "Please give me instructions, Dean!"
"Well... you are all very good, and you are all role models for me at Spring and Autumn Academy." Ding Chunqiu said lightly.
Sang Wuyang snorted: "Hypocritical!"
At this moment, three more shadows appeared in the void.
Zhang Chu took a look and saw three old men again.
So Zhang Chu asked: "Little Fatty, who is this?"
Cao Yuchun was immediately shocked: "Go away! Why do they have the nerve to come?"
"Who is this?" Zhang Chu asked again.
"These are the three giants of our Confucian court, the great Confucian Kong Hongli, Cheng...forget it, I won't introduce them, it's so embarrassing!" Cao Yuchun covered his face.
Shameful indeed.
Not to mention Qingcang Academy, this time they directly dispatched a team of hundreds of people. In this incident, they contributed the most.
Therefore, it is normal for someone to come to Sang Wuyang.
Spring and Autumn Academy is also good. Although there are not that many people coming and the quality is uneven, at least the two signature masters of Renren Academy, Xue Qianxun and Qiao Yan, are here.
Two deans from Spring and Autumn Academy came to express concern, which is understandable.
But, what about the Confucian court?
The little fat man had already noticed that no one in Ru Ting came!
There was only Cao Yuchun himself, following Zhang Chu slyly, doing odd jobs, handing out tables, chairs and benches.
You said, your Confucian court did not contribute any effort, and three great Confucians suddenly came. What are you doing here? Encourage the disciples from the other two academies?
Can you please give me some face?
In fact, it is now clear that the arrival of several deans is to witness the return of the first flag of the human race.
Who wouldn’t want to witness this kind of moment that will last forever?
But three people came to the Confucian Court at once, how do you want me to salute? Although the little fat man is not big, he thinks about things quite comprehensively.
So, the little fat man decided to play dead and pretend that he couldn't see them.
As a result, Zhang Chu kicked the little fat man on the butt, kicked him out of the queue, and cursed at the same time:
"You rude thing, your dean is here, why don't you say hello?"
The little fat man was kicked out and looked at Zhang Chu with a bitter look on his face.
Are you asking me to be polite, or are you deliberately trying to belittle our Confucian court?
However, now that he was kicked out, the little fat man couldn't hide even if he wanted to.
At this moment, Cao Yuchun could only shout with all his strength: "Confucian disciple, Cao Yuchun, pay my respects to the three gentlemen!"
At the scene, many people looked sideways.
"Only one person came to the Confucian Court?" someone exclaimed.
"No, there are three major academies in Zhongzhou. Ruting is known as the first academy, but they only came to one?"
"Who is this little fat guy?"
…
At this moment, everyone was very dissatisfied.
However, the old dean of the Confucian Academy, Kong Hongli, who had a face as red as a jujube and was tall and mighty, looked at Cao Yuchun with a smile.
He said very kindly: "Cao Yuchun, you have completed the task of our Confucian Court very well."
? ? ?
Everyone at the scene had questions.
mission accomplished? What tasks have been completed?
Wait, what do you mean, you old guy?
In just one or two words, you want to take the credit for this matter to Ru Ting, right?
At this moment, Sang Wuyang directly asked everyone a very profound question: "Kong Hongli, do you, an old guy like you, still want to show off your face?"
Kong Hongli smiled and said: "Sang Wuyang, why are you anxious? How can such a big thing as taking back the Chu Di flag be neglected by my Ruting?"
"Humph!" Sang Wuyang snorted and turned his head to ignore him.
In fact, everyone also understands that once it is accomplished, no one can take away the achievements of Cang Academy.
The arrival of several old men in the Confucian Court and the Spring and Autumn Academy was more to witness the return of the Chu Di Banner. They had been looking forward to this moment, and they didn't know how long they had been looking forward to it.
Therefore, everyone stopped saying anything.
Finally, Luo Jiuchuan said: "Let's get started. The nights are long and the dreams are many. Start now and get back the flag of the first land of the human race as soon as possible."
"Yes, as long as we get the flag of the first land of the human race, the first land of the human race, we will be safe."
At this moment, Mi Can'er held the broken piece of wood high with one hand and slowly walked towards the highest peak of Jiunan Mountain with thirty-six honor guards from Qingcang Academy.
While walking, Mi Can'er hummed a mysterious song: "The yellow bell is destroyed, the earthen cauldron thunders, the high-spirited thousands of miles, the flowing water..."
After just a few steps, a mysterious aura enveloped Mi Caner and her honor guard.
It gives people the feeling that they have walked into the painting, as if they have walked into the long river of history, and it suddenly becomes unreal.
There is a mysterious atmosphere circulating in the whole world. Mi Can'er and those ceremonial guards begin to become illusory, but they are real, giving people an aura that can only be seen from a distance.
All the atmosphere around Jiunan Mountain suddenly became extremely solemn.
Everyone, who was originally excited, was soothed by some mysterious luck and fell into a kind of tranquility.
At this moment, even the old men calmed down and watched Mi Can'er's figure walking towards the peak step by step.
And almost at the same time, Wu Hao, the origin of the Golden Crow lineage, suddenly opened his eyes.
"Have they all gathered at Jiunan Mountain? That's fine, let's catch them all in one go!"
