"Although I don't care, it's better not to let this trivial matter happen," Xu Zimo replied.
"Of course," Feng Wuxi smiled, turned to look at Xie Changliu, and took out a pill from his pocket.
The elixir was packed in an exquisite box.
There is a double dragon swirling pattern on the surface.
"This is the Great Return Pill. Taking it can instantly restore your injuries. Don't refuse this small gift."
"Take it, he should give it to you," Xu Zimo waved his hand and said.
He looked up and saw that the battlefield was filled with yellow sand.
He looked at Feng Wuxi and smiled: "Dean Feng, the battlefield of the Seventh Seminary is quite interesting."
"It used to be a real battlefield. I heard that the gods and ghosts fought here," Feng Immortal replied.
"After the Seventh Seminary was established, it basically became a place for training. There is nothing worth exploring."
"By the way, Dean Feng," Xu Zimo turned around and asked.
"How much do you know about the origin of that old Yangtou?"
"What? Mr. Xu found a clue in that book?" Feng Immortal said in surprise.
"No, I'm just curious about his identity and how he knows so many things," Xu Zimo said.
"Old Yangtou, I heard that he does not belong to our Seventh Seminary.
He lived here a long time ago when the academy was just established," Feng Immortal thought for a while and continued.
“But he’s just an ordinary old man who has always been quiet.
I left when I became dean decades ago. What's wrong with him? "
Xu Zimo shook his head slightly.
After separating from Feng Wuxi, he returned to his courtyard.
Xu Zimo stretched out his right hand, and the Zhurong fire burned in the palm of his hand.
This flame is condensed by Zhu Rong's thousands of Taoist intentions.
It is one of the most domineering flames in the world.
If you want to use this kind of flame, you must learn the secret technique of Zhu Rong's inheritance.
The fire bloomed and took the shape of a lotus flower.
This is just its initial appearance, and it will become stronger and stronger as it swallows more and more in the future.
He put away the flame and thought of the old man named Qi again.
I just feel that many things are like a fog, and I don’t know where to start investigating.
After returning to the room, I practiced for another whole day and night.
The sky is getting darker, and there is often a cold wind blowing outside the house.
The window was blowing loudly, as if something was showing its teeth and claws.
The next day, when Xu Zimo opened the door again, a cold wind blew in his face.
Just overnight, it was already completely white outside.
Autumn has entered winter.
He warmed his hands and walked out in the cold wind and white snow.
Feng Immortal and two old men were already waiting outside, and Xie Changliu also arrived early.
"Master Xu, let's set off today," Feng Immortal said with a smile.
"I have made arrangements for the people from Tiansheng Academy. The competition at Baidi Mountain is about to begin. It doesn't matter if we go early."
"Let's go," Xu Zimo nodded and asked, "Is Baidi Mountain far from here?"
"It's not bad, we use spatial coordinates, a few days is not a problem," Feng Immortal said.
Following Feng Wuwu's figure, everyone came to the lonely peak outside the Seven Theological Seminary.
The heavy snow on the solitary peak was like goose feathers, dyeing the sight white.
The power of space in Feng Wuxi's hand was surging, and he was preparing to transmit the space coordinates.
At this moment, the void not far away suddenly fluctuated.
I saw a figure riding a huge bird coming from the snow and fog of the university.
The flying bird was like ice crystals, with cold air exuding all over its body.
As for the figure, he was wearing a black robe with white swirls painted on it.
On top of his head is a hat covered with gems.
When this figure came over, Feng Wuwu's face instantly became embarrassed.
"It's Sima Yan, one of the three divisions," the old man next to him whispered.
"I know," Feng Wuxi replied.
"Everything depends on the situation."
I saw Sima Yan riding an ice bird and stopping in the void, looking at Feng Immortal.
"Lord Sima, you're fine," Feng Wuxi stepped forward and said with a smile.
"Why do you have time to visit us Seven Gods today?"
"Dean Feng, please stop being dumb. You know better than me why I'm here," Sima Yan said directly.
"I really don't understand," Feng Immortal also suppressed the smile on his face and replied lightly.
"What happened to Hong Yu?" Sima Yan asked.
“Back then, the Third Division issued a statement that no one from the Dazui Mountain Ghost Clan was allowed to be taken in.
You Seven Theological Seminaries, don’t tell me, you don’t know? "
"The admissions to Seven Theological Seminaries are open to all," Feng Buxiu said.
"Could it be that just one word from the Third Division wants to change our teaching policy?"
"You are violating the will of the Third Division," Sima Yan said.
"If it's the Nine Mountain Ghosts, we'd still listen," Feng Immortal said.
"As for Sansi, this is not a half-ghost area, and Sansi's will cannot be conveyed yet."
"Since Dean Feng said so, I have no choice but to teach you a lesson," Sima Yan replied.
As soon as he finished speaking, majestic holy power flowed from his body.
The storm in the entire sky seemed to explode.
The wind and snow swept in, like a violent storm, covering the sky and covering the sky.
Nothing could be seen clearly as far as the eye could see.
The wind and snow condensed into two snow dragons, roaring in the sky.
Following Sima Yan's right hand, he saw two snow dragons heading directly towards Feng Immortal.
"Lord Sima, I'm afraid this is a bit too much," Feng Immortal said solemnly.
His figure quickly retreated, only to hear a "boom".
The snow dragon hit the gate, and the entire gate of the Seven Theological Seminaries was destroyed.
"Die to death," Feng Wuchen said with an embarrassed expression.
Sima Yan waved his hands again, and the two snow dragons changed directions, sweeping through the biting wind and snow one after another.
The ice froze everything along the way, and finally came towards Feng Immortal.
Before the snow dragon arrived, the ice had completely frozen Feng Wuwu together.
Dragon roars continued to sound, and the huge dragon claws grabbed it directly.
Seeing that Feng Wuwu's ice sculpture was about to be crushed, at this moment, a thunder sounded from a distance.
Thunder pierced the void shrouded in silent white snow, shuttled directly in, and annihilated the two snow dragons.
Sima Yan looked up and saw the Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder "rumbling" falling above his head.
He quickly stood up to dodge, and the ice bird under him suddenly screamed, and was shocked into the clouds by the Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder.
Fell into the bottomless solitary peak.
"Who is it?" Sima Yan stared coldly and asked.
"Brother Sima has not been with us Seven Gods for a long time. Is this a meeting gift for us?" An old voice sounded.
I saw thunder suddenly appearing in the fog.
A purple figure slowly walked over.
The figure was an old man with a mustache and a long robe trailing on the ground.
There was a wind and thunder cone in his hand, and his white hair was messy with the white snow.
(End of chapter)
