The Ziyuan door opened, and Chu Yue, dressed in red, stepped out with a slightly raised eyebrow, followed closely by three hundred disciples.
The place in front of the Pilgrimage Tower was bustling with activity. It was already three o'clock in the morning, and disciples from all sides of the academy had arrived one after another. Only the Ziyuan disciples and the new elders were missing.
A disciple looked around and did not see Chu Yue's figure, so he whispered: "Let me see, the Ninth Elder is probably not coming."
"Definitely not coming."
The female disciple on the side said: "Ziyuan disciples are all eccentric people. They would be avoided by other colleges. Only our humble and kind-hearted Dean Ji will accept them. Besides, we have not seen him for so many years.
People can bring them out, even if the Ninth Elder cannot bring them out, there is nothing to say, right?"
"No."
Xue Yingying took Li Feiran and other disciples to sit cross-legged, and a smile appeared on her beautiful face: "Senior Sister Qiu's words are wrong. The Ninth Elder has attracted much attention. The Dingmen incident has made the Zhanzhan Academy, which is independent of the world, be troubled.
There has been an uproar. The competition in the North is about to begin. If Elder Ye makes a mistake at this critical moment, it will be a disgrace to the college. However, I think that with Elder Ye’s ability, he will definitely be able to bring the Ziyuan disciples. Fei Ran, don’t you think so?
?”
Li Feiran nodded numbly: "The Ninth Elder is willing to choose Ziyuan's disciples, but is unwilling to choose us. I don't know if she looks down on our qualifications, or if she has other ideas. The academy has been quiet for many years, and there should not be a turmoil at this time."
"Who is your senior sister?"
The female disciple known as Senior Sister Qiu sneered: "Miss Xue has been demoted to a handyman, and you and I are no longer in the same sect. I can't afford to be called Senior Sister."
Xue Yingying's complexion suddenly turned black, her hands clenched into fists, and her shoulder blades on both sides trembled slightly.
On top of the pilgrimage tower.
The frosty-browed Dean Ji Cang stood with his hands behind his hands, overlooking the crowd of disciples under the tower, and then glanced in the direction of Ziyuan.
"Dean, some insidious person came up with a harmful trick, which makes Xiao Chuchu have to bring Ziyuan disciples here." The seventh elder said through gritted teeth.
"Who else can it be? Xue Yingying."
Qin Wuyi said: "Zi Yuan's disciples will definitely not be able to get out, but Xue Yingying...doesn't need a lesson."
"It seems that this little friend Ye has encountered a problem. If she does not bring Ziyuan disciples here, she, the elder, will not have a foothold in the top ten colleges, not to mention the war."
The middle-aged man in the corner sat boldly and uninhibitedly, holding a wine flask made of blood jade in his hand, and his body was filled with the strong smell of wine.
"Lao Liu, can you stop drinking? I'm not afraid of drinking you to death."
Qin Wuyi was furious, "You have to add insult to injury and say a few sarcastic words? Xiaojiu has no place, but you, a dead drunkard, do you? Tell me, who the hell dares to say anything wrong about Xiaojiu, I'll go right away
Crushed him to ashes."
The Seventh Elder looked at the drunken Sixth Elder and Qin Wuyi with a headache. These two people would get into a fight every time they argued.
Looking in front of the Pilgrimage Tower again, Xue Yingying saw that the disciples of the academy could not stir up trouble, and she couldn't help but feel a little anxious. She bumped Li Feiran with her elbow, made some words, and said deliberately: "Feiran, why haven't disciples from Ziyuan come out yet?"
"Probably won't come." Li Feiran said.
"I'm not coming..."
Xue Yingying said strangely: "It turns out that the ninth elder is not omnipotent."
On the other side, Leng Qingshuang pulled out two daggers and walked straight towards Xue Yingying, "I have tolerated this bitch for a long time."
Yan Nanji wanted to grab Leng Qingshuang, but it was too late.
"What does the ninth elder's work have to do with you, a handyman? It's really a dog's mouth that can't spit out ivory." Leng Qingshuang said angrily.
When Xiao Li, Tu Weiwei and others saw this, they all followed Leng Qingshuang and appeared here.
Xue Yingying swallowed and took a few steps back, "What do you want to do? Even if I am just a handyman, I was once a disciple of the academy, and I am also a respectable person outside. I have not done any harm to nature, killing people and setting fires. Do you still want to do something to me?
Do you really think that you are disciples of the academy? You are just the disciples who deceive your master and destroy your ancestors. Shenxuan doesn’t want you, so why don’t you go back to Shenxuan.”
Her words hit the nail on the head. She did not treat Leng Qingshuang and others as war comrades, and made other disciples in the same academy feel repulsive towards them.
At the same time, it also stimulated Leng Qingshuang and the others.
"Seeking death!" Leng Qingshuang's two daggers flashed with a cold light.
Tu Weiwei pulled out the bleeding sword, Ye Ying shouldered the battle ax...
Some of the disciples who were good friends with Xue Yingying actually shared the same hatred.
"Go back to your Shenxuan!!"
Li Feiran said with red eyes: "You are not welcome here."
Just as Xue Yingying said, these mysterious people will destroy the college he calls his home.