Zhao Qiyang, the dean of Zhuyang College, is a person who can't get rid of the dust in his eyes.

Back then, he personally came forward to drive the descendant of a god-level powerhouse from 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 take revenge.

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 this?

"Let's all disperse." Liang Qiyuan's voice sounded.

All the judges lowered their heads and turned around.

Okay, take a break.

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 could happen?

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 covers the sky and the earth, shrouding the surrounding space.

On every mountain ridge, the trial disciples who formed a team took action with all their strength.

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 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: "Professor Yan Keer is one of the few female teachers in Zhuyang Academy. Who is disrespectful? This Nalan Moran 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 his battle 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 this wave of strange beasts to end.

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 Ridge No. 14.

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 under the sunset is endlessly beautiful.

One by one, the flying skylarks flew towards the cracks above the sky, and then disappeared into the distance.

The originally obscured sky revealed its vastness and distance.

"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 lie there. These are extremely good materials for refining weapons.

The skylark's feathers and muscles can be used to refine the 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 went straight into the state.

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 light 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.

I only saw countless black armors and a tyrannical puppet master.

These people smashed the blockade in the void, and then gathered all kinds of strange beasts together.

From these pictures, Han Muye saw the shadows of ninth-level, holy-level, and even god-level beasts.

Not much though.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! In other words, in the next trial, what comes will not be seventh-level or eighth-level beasts, but ninth-level, saint-level, and god-level beasts.

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.
To be continued...