Therefore, even if they lost, the two of them were still smiling silly, and they felt almost like Ning Qingqing who was stunned. However, the only good thing was that Xu Sheng and Gu Liang still knew how to carry the unconscious Ning Qingqing with them.
Xu Shan went to the Chengxi Hall of Tianfeng College for treatment.
The only ones left at the scene were Li Ping, Bi Yan and Ning Qingqing, who were not seriously injured. They were just three women, either depressed or crazy, and there was almost no value for questioning.
Dongfang Jin Ye directly announced: "In this case, the list of people who will enter the inner courtyard for this competition is Murong Feixue, Xin Yue, and Pan Niang. The other disciples who died, please express your condolences! I also hope that those who have not yet died will be mourned.
The disciples who are qualified to participate in the inner court promotion competition should urge themselves to practice harder from now on, lest they end up like this if their skills are inferior to others."
While speaking, Dongfang Jinye's eyes glanced over the silent Li Ping, Bi Yan, and Ning Qingqing who were smiling stupidly, intentionally or unintentionally, and a hint of profound smile inadvertently flashed across his face. Then he said:
He raised his hand and took back the sky-high jade realm hanging in the air. Then he left gracefully, leaving everyone with a lonely back.
He is worthy of being the great mentor of Haotian Palace. With his strength and momentum, he can almost represent the master of Haotian Palace!
"oh……"
As soon as Dongfang Jin Ye left, all the disciples of Tianfeng Academy let out a long sigh and left with a sigh.
First of all, they are not qualified to enter the inner courtyard. At most, they have watched a relatively exciting competition. Secondly, Fenglian, the top ten school beauties of theirs, has just passed away, and they have lost a lot of eyesight.
The dead Xie Yao, Lin Jianzhi, Wang Chaoxi, and the crazy Ning Qingqing, even if they are not popular at ordinary times, are still fellow disciples after all. So not many people will be happy after their death. For a moment, the atmosphere
It became strangely low. Everyone left the scene so casually.
When there were no other disciples on Qingyun Square, the four palace masters also said goodbye to each other and retreated.
The one hundred and eight guards they arranged did not help at all, but so many disciples died under their noses. It is simply an unforgivable crime. If they turn around, they will have to deduct the one hundred and eight guards.
The salary will not kill them, but it will also make their life miserable!
Li Ping and Bi Yan saw that the crowd had dispersed, and they felt as if they were abandoned like worn-out shoes. They couldn't help but feel a deep melancholy and loss in their hearts. They sighed heavily, and left dejectedly.
Ning Qingqing was left alone and was about to leave when she was unexpectedly grabbed by a man's arm. Although Ning Qingqing's body was round and her arms were as thick as an adult man's thigh, the man's strength was so great that he almost
Ning Qingqing's arm was broken off. Even through the fat body like a swimming ring, Ning Qingqing screamed in pain.
"Help, it's a murderer... Master Jiumao, please help! Wuwuwu..." Ning Qingqing burst into tears and turned to look at the man in front of her. She didn't recognize who it was.
The man's brows were knitted into a tight knot, and he glared at Ning Qingqing angrily. His displeasure spread unabashedly. It seemed that Ning Qingqing owed him millions of taels of silver and didn't pay him, so he barely opened his mouth to bite Ning Qingqing.
A few mouthfuls.
"Deputy Palace Master Lin, stop! Stop, stop quickly..." Ning Bo stretched out his hand and ran towards Lin Yuping at a trot, with a look of horror on his face.
