"Although I don't care, it's better not to let the 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 a great rejuvenation elixir. 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 raised his eyes and looked around, the battlefield was filled with yellow sand.
He looked at Feng Wuxi and smiled: "Dean Feng, the battlefield of the Seven Theological Seminaries is quite interesting."
“It used to be a real battlefield. I heard that the gods and ghosts fought here,” Feng Wuxiu replied.
“After the establishment of the Seventh Seminary, it basically became a place for training, and 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 knowing so many things,” Xu Zimo said.
“Old Yangtou, I heard that he does not belong to our Seventh Seminary.
A long time ago, when the college was just established, he lived here,” Feng Immortal thought for a while and continued.
“But he is just an ordinary old man who has never been outstanding.
Decades ago, I left when I was the dean, what’s wrong with him?”
Xu Zimo shook his head slightly.
After being separated from Feng Immortal, he returned to his courtyard.
Xu Zimo stretched out his right hand, and the Zhurong fire was burning in the palm of his hand.
This flame is the condensation of Zhu Rong’s thousands of Taoist thoughts.
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 flames bloomed and took the shape of a lotus.
This is just its initial appearance, and it will become stronger and stronger as it is devoured 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 blown 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 one night, it was already completely white outside.
From autumn to winter.
He warmed his hands and walked out through the cold wind and white snow.
Feng Wuxi and two old men were already waiting outside, and Xie Changliu also arrived early.
“Mr. Xu, let’s set off today,” Feng Wuxi said with a smile.
"I have already 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 okay, we use spatial coordinates, it doesn't matter how many days it takes," 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 is surging, and he is 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 out of the snow and fog of the university.
The flying bird was like ice crystals, and its whole body was exuding cold air.
As for the figure, he was wearing a black robe with white swirls painted on it.
Wearing a hat full of gems on his head.
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 said in a low voice.
“I know,” Feng Wuxi replied.
“Act according to circumstances.”
I saw Sima Yan riding an ice bird and stopping in the void, looking at Feng Wuyi.
“Master Sima, you are 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 Wuxiu also suppressed the smile on his face and replied lightly.
“What’s going on with Hongyu?” 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 the Seven Theological Seminaries are open to all,” Feng Immortal said.
“Does the third division just want to change our teaching policy with just one sentence?”
“You are going against the will of the Third Division,” Sima Yan said.
“If it’s the Nine Mountain Ghosts, we’d still listen,” Feng Wuxiu 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 some lessons,” Sima Yan replied.
As soon as his words fell, the 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, overwhelming the sky and covering the entire sky.
Can't see anything clearly as far as the eye can 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 coming directly towards Feng Wuxi.
"Sir Ma, I'm afraid it's a bit too much," Feng Wuyi said solemnly.
His figure quickly retreated, only to hear a "boom" sound.
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 the other.
It froze everything along the way, and finally came towards Feng Immortal to kill him.
Before the snow dragon arrived, the ice had completely frozen Feng Immortal together.
The dragon's roar 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 let out a scream, and was directly shocked into the clouds by the Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder.
Fell into the bottomless bottom of a solitary peak.
“Who is it?” Sima Yan stared coldly and asked.
“Brother Sima has not been here for a long time and we Seven Gods have not seen each other for a long time. Is this a greeting gift for us?” An old voice sounded next.
In the fog, thunder suddenly appeared.
A purple figure slowly walked over.
That figure was an old man with a mustache and a long robe trailing on the ground.
The kind of wind and thunder cone in his hand, his white hair is messy with the white snow.
