In Qinyuan, a group of strong men came in a mighty way, and they were from the Nangong family.

Today, the Nangong Family held a birthday party, but due to a letter, the birthday party was directly cancelled. Many powerful people from the Nangong Family escorted Nangong Cheng and his son to Qinyuan to apologize.

But they did not see Ye Futian and the others, only two maids were cleaning the Qinyuan courtyard.

According to the maid, the group of people from Qinyuan went to the academy.

The people from the Nangong family had to change their course and head to Zhenwu Academy.

Although the Zhenwu Academy in the ancient city of Shendu is quite different from the academy, it is naturally extremely strong as a place for Shendu to practice.

The Academy is vast and majestic and majestic.

Walking in the academy, Ye Futian and his party were very leisurely.

"Although it's much bigger, I still feel familiar and miss it." Ye Futian said with a smile. The Martial Palace of the Eastern China Martial Palace is booming, and almost all the big cities are available, Qingzhou City and Donghai City. He has practiced in the academy in it, and has feelings for the scene, as if he has returned to the past.

"I miss you Senior Sister Qin Yi or Feng Qingxue?" Hua Fengliu said with a smile. He knew very well what Ye Futian had done in Qingzhou Academy.

Ye Futian looked speechless when he heard Hua Fengliu's words, "Teacher, Senior Sister Qin Yi and Qingxue are all simple good friends. What Qingzhou Academy misses most is of course to know you, Zhiyu and Teacher, otherwise I would not have achieved what I have today."

Everyone looked at Ye Futian, as if they were used to it, and they were no longer surprised.

"It makes sense." Hua Fengliu smiled and nodded.

"Flower Teaching." On the way, a young man would occasionally pass by and shout at Hua Fengliu and others. Hua Fengliu and others were teaching in the palace, and naturally many disciples knew him.

However, in the Zhenwu Academy, the disciples did not have much respect in their eyes. After all, Hua Fengliu and others were not very famous. In the Zhenwu Academy, those very powerful teachers were respected.

Even Yi Xiang, the former Wuqu Palace Master of the Donghai Academy, is just an ordinary teacher here.

On the contrary, Nandou Wenyin and Tang Lan are more popular.

Taking a leisurely step in the academy, Hua Fengliu took Ye Futian to the academy campus, where there was a huge martial arts training ground where you could practice and practice.

Then, they came to the lecture hall area, where the lecture hall in Zhenwu Academy was very large.

Some lecture halls are full of disciples, and some lecture halls are not many disciples. They all look at the strength of lectures and whether they are famous.

"In addition to opening lecture halls, the teachers in Zhenwu Academy can allow the disciples of the Academy to come to listen to the lectures. When they see what they like, they will also receive some personal disciples' teachings. Of course, some disciples will take the initiative to seek a visit to a good teacher." Hua Fengliu said.

"Don't the teacher plan to accept a few more disciples?" Ye Futian asked.

Hua Fengliu shook his head gently. Now he no longer has such an idea. Not to mention that those excellent geniuses don’t like him and will not worship him as his teacher. Even if he really wants to, he doesn’t have that idea. Although he often quarrels with Ye Futian, he treats this disciple as his son-in-law.

"Teacher of Flower." At this time, a girl trotted here and looked at Hua Fengliu nervously.

"Is there anything wrong?" Hua Fengliu asked.

The girl clenched her fists nervously, looked at Hua Fengliu with beautiful eyes and said, "Teacher Hua, I want to worship you as my teacher."

Hua Fengliu responded with a smile: "If you want to listen to my lectures in the future, you can come at any time."

"No, I mean to be a disciple. I mentioned it to you before, you should understand." The girl said again.

"I won't accept disciples." Hua Fengliu smiled and shook her head, and the girl showed a look of disappointment.

Ye Futian glanced at the girl, then looked at the teacher, blinked, and it seemed that the teacher was still very charming.

“Present aloofness.”

Not far away, a cold voice came out, and a woman said to the girl in front of Hua Fengliu: "Yuqing, I would like to accept you as my disciple."

The girl looked at the woman and whispered: "Thank you, Master Han, but no need."

"I really don't know what you are thinking." The woman is similar to Nandou Wenyin, and her appearance is quite outstanding, but she is obviously not as good as Nandou Wenyin, but she has an aura on her body, sweeping towards Hua Fengliu and said: "There are many excellent teachers in the palace, Yuqing, why bother with your stubbornness?"

Yuqing smiled bitterly. She always felt that Hua Fengliu had a unique charm. Although he was not very strong in cultivation, he felt very comfortable every time he listened to his lecture.

Master Han looked at the dazzled and frivolously, "You can't be less arrogant? Maybe you don't accept disciples in the academy."

"I'm afraid of misleading people's children." Hua Fengliu didn't care about the other party's attitude and said with a smile.

Master Han didn't say anything. This guy said so beautifully, what can you blame him?

"Girl, the school teaches so much, why bother with such a brain-sense?" At this time, a middle-aged man came over and said to Yuqing.

"Don't teach." Yuqing shouted.

"There are not many people in his lecture hall, but you are thinking about taking him as your teacher, and you don't know what you are thinking. Isn't Master Han better than him?" Teacher Mo did not go to see Hua Fengliu and the others, but said to Yuqing: "Master Han admires you more. If you join her, I will give you some advice in the future."

Yu Qing's beautiful eyes flashed, she glanced at the beautiful and romantic, and then looked at Master Han and Teacher Mo, who was a relatively famous teacher in Zhenwu Academy and was very strong.

"Since the teacher advises him, the disciple is willing to join Master Han's sect." Yuqing said, Master Han smiled and nodded: "Okay, since that's the case, you can follow me."

As he said that, a few people walked past Hua Fengliu. Yuqing's eyes looked at Hua Fengliu with some nostalgia.

"Teacher, why don't you accept disciples? I think it's pretty good." Ye Futian said softly, Hua Fengliu glared at him and said, "Let me find a junior sister to harm you?"

"I..." Ye Futian was depressed.

On the way to the morning school palace with Master Han, Mo Zhi still had a faint arrogance on his face. He had never been used to Hua Fengliu and others. He had a low cultivation level, but he was pretentious.

Mo Teach said: "The hypocritical guy."

"Although Hua Fengliu is a bit arrogant, it is not necessarily hypocritical." Mr. Han shook his head and disagreed with the other party's opinion.

"What's the qualification to be arrogant in this kind of cultivation? Can you teach any outstanding disciples? Only girls like Yuqing, otherwise how many people would be willing to join him?" Mo Zhixi snorted coldly.

Just as they were talking, a group of people ahead flashed towards this side, surging in a mighty way.

Seeing a pale and seriously injured figure next to you, Master Han and Teacher Mo, the faces of you, Mr. Han, changed slightly. Is that Nangong Cheng?

He knew the elder at the forefront, an elder from the Nangong family, who had a very high status.

Walking forward, Mo Teach bowed and said, "I have met Senior Nangong, what happened? What happened to Brother Nangong?"

"Have you ever seen Hua Fengliu and the others?" the old man asked.

"I just saw it." Teaching Mo nodded, a little strange.

"Where? Can you lead the way?" the old man asked.

"I am willing to serve my seniors." Mo Zhi said politely that the Nangong family is a nearby royal family and has a very powerful influence in the academy.

However, he didn't understand why the other party was looking for Hua Fengliu. Could it be that Hua Fengliu and Nangong Cheng had some conflict and injured Nangong Cheng?

Master Han was also confused, and the three of them turned back and headed towards the place where Hua Fengliu and others were. At this time, many people from the Zhenwu Academy came around, and many strong people followed behind. The powerful people from the Nangong family came in a vast way, inquiring about what Hua Fengliu was doing.

Ye Futian, Hua Fengliu and others were still walking casually, chatting. It was rare to be so comfortable. They didn't take the little episode just now.

"Where are you." At this time, a group of strong men came from behind them, as if they felt something. Ye Futian and others turned around and then saw people from the Nandou family coming here.

"What's going on?" Hua Fengliu was a little confused when she saw Nangong Cheng's miserable situation. Ye Futian had gone out before, but he didn't know what he had done.

Soon, the people from the Nangong family came here and stopped not far in front of them. The old man in front glanced at everyone, and then fell on Ye Futian.

At this time, another strong man came, who was a senior from the Academy. When he heard that the Nangong family had arrived, he also rushed here. Seeing the Nangong Cheng’s people frowned slightly, he walked up to look at Nangong Cheng and asked, “Who did this?”

"I." The old man said.

"Brother Nangong..." The elder of the school was stunned for a moment, and then saw the old man walking forward and said, "Let them kneel down."

"Yes." The people from the Nandou family escorted Nangong Cheng and his son and asked them to kneel on the ground. The father and son looked at Ye Futian with a look of ashes. They hated Hua Fengliu, he actually had such a disciple?

If they knew, how could they dare to make plans and have those thoughts?

"this……"

Everyone around was shocked by the actions of the Nangong Family. The old man from the Nangong Family knelt in front of Hua Fengliu and others with Nangong Cheng and his son. What was going on?

Hua Fengliu and others are just ordinary teachers.

Master Han and Teacher Mo also looked at the scene in amazement, feeling a little confused inside.

But at this moment, the old man from the Nangong family walked up to Ye Futian and bowed: "Old Nangong Teng, the family is not disciplined strictly. These two evil deeds are doing evil things outsiders. Now they have lost their cultivation and will be dealt with by Mr. Ye."

"Is he Nangong Teng?" Some younger characters trembled violently. Nangong Teng, the second-ranked figure of the Nangong family, actually apologized to an 18-year-old young man.

Moreover, Ye Futian was allowed to deal with Nangong Cheng.

Who is this young man?

Master Han and Teacher Mo's eyes were frozen. Looking at Ye Futian and the young man beside Hua Fengliu, could he have any identity?

Mr. Ye and God seem to have no aristocratic family surnamed Ye.

Ye Futian sent the letter in and naturally understood that the Nangong Family would help him solve this problem, but it was a bit surprising to him that the Nangong Family attached so much importance to it.

"You can ask my teacher." Ye Futian took a step back and stood behind Hua Fengliu.

Nangong Teng's eyes flashed and he looked at Hua Fengliu. He only learned from Nangong Cheng that Ye Futian, who was famous in the Eastern Wilderness, had a teacher who was a teacher in Zhenwu Academy.

Nangong Teng bowed to Hua Fengliu and said, "I already know what this evil man wants to do, and it is simply unforgivable. What does the sir want to deal with, I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer."

Everyone in the academy looked at Hua Fengliu in shock. Nangong Teng, the Nangong family, did not need to bow like this even when facing the palace master of the academy. Hua Fengliu...

Hua Fengliu and Nandou Wenyin both looked at Ye Futian. Is this guy intentional?

Now, Zhenwu Academy is probably going to be known to everyone.

"Nangong Cheng, I know that you are not upright in your mind. If you want to seize the things on me, why bother with your own fruit now?" Hua Fengliu looked at Nangong Cheng and shook her head. Nangong Cheng felt hatred at this moment.

"Since he is your disciple, why don't you say it?" Nangong Cheng looked at Hua Fengliu angrily.
To be continued...