Apart from expelling him from Tianfeng Academy, there is no other better way...
After receiving the order, the disciples of the red silk team immediately picked up Jin Haoran. They picked him up directly, held him high, and sent him out of Haotian Palace and straight out of Tianfeng Academy...
On the other side of the yellow silk team, Murong Yilan's face was calm. There was no look of regret at all. Zhou Hongyong felt a little guilty, but he still pretended to be calm. He didn't say a word to Jin Haoran.
After Jin Haoran was expelled from Tianfeng Academy, the entire Haotian Palace instantly regained its tranquility. Everyone looked a bit frightened, looking at the bloodstains in the center of the field. The war drums sounded again, and for a while, no one wanted to be the first.
One came forward.
"boom……"
Dongfang Yuan's face suddenly darkened, and he placed the tea cup heavily on the table. The whole table shook with a loud bang. Everyone focused their attention on Dongfang Yuan. They didn't dare to breathe...
"Shua..."
I only saw Dongfang Yuan's snow-white robe waved, and the shocking blood stains on the field disappeared. On the bluestone bricks, only a few white scratches left from the fight were left, vaguely reminding people of the brutal competition before.
When everyone calmed down a little and were no longer so nervous, they heard Dongfang Yuan slowly say: "This competition is like a battlefield! None of you is an absolute winner, not only in this Tianfeng Academy."
In the middle, even outside...you have to face competitions that are dozens of times more brutal than this one, and no one will sympathize with you at all."
Dongfang Jinye felt that Dongfang Yuan had finished preaching, so he ordered: "Continue the competition."
After saying this, he waved his hand to indicate that the war drums should continue.
"Dong, dong, dong..."
The shocking sound of the war drums was beating loudly. When people listened to the sound of the war drums here, they couldn't help but feel surges of emotion in their hearts.
The war drums sounded "dong, dong, dong", and Zhou Hongyong was pushed out by Murong Yilan silently as the representative of the red silk team.
Zhou Hongyong was caught off guard and cursed in a low voice: "Damn it, it's really a waste of time..."
Seeing that Zhou Hongyong was already in place, Xin Yue was unambiguous. He was just Zhou Hongyong. He had never taken him seriously before. Now he was even more unambiguous.
Xin Yue looked at Zhou Hongyong and said without fear: "Come up and make some gestures!"
After saying that, just by raising her hand, the endless profound energy surged from her fingertips. Although the strength of the first-level Red Realm of that day was not very strong, it was completely different from the people of the Xuan Realm after reaching the Heaven Realm.
a concept.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
The profound energy flowing out from those five fingers was like a series of substantial blows. In just an instant, Zhou Hongyong was seen retreating one after another. The sound of the blows made him continuously wailing...
"Ah, spare my life, spare my life..."
Zhou Hongyong couldn't help but feel the pain, and started to run away with his head in his hands. His barrier was not worth mentioning in front of Xin Yue. Therefore, he could only run for his life everywhere.
Seeing this, Murong Yilan's fingers that were tightly clasped on the hilt of the sword had veins popping out. His furious expression was as terrifying as bloodthirsty. His sharp eyes like an eagle seemed to be filled with blood, as if the next
It will explode in seconds.
"Dong, dong, dong..." The war drums continued to beat, and Zhou Hongyong was quickly replaced. He left the stage, leaving only Xin Yue.
