He was filled with righteous indignation and said: "Father, it has been clearly investigated that the master of the Preaching Hall and Xia Qingchen, the dean of Wuchen Academy, had a deep conflict. The master of the hall used his personal power to suppress Xia Qingchen and let him
Unable to pass the star teacher assessment."
"This time, there is a high probability that he is the one who instigated people to suppress Xia Qingchen."
The other princes looked at the silent prince standing in the corner with playful eyes.
The relationship between Xia Qingchen and the prince is still unclear.
The prince held a string of rosary beads in his hand and listened quietly, his calm face showing no trace of emotion.
Just hearing Xia Qingchen's name, her eyebrows jumped slightly, probably because she didn't expect to hear his name again.
"Father, it's not going to work if we don't keep the preaching hall in good repair! Our royal family has clearly ordered us to treat our experience with dignity, but they dare to interfere with it. It shows that they no longer take father in their eyes."
"The people in the Mission Hall must be severely punished!"
The Eighth Prince is outspoken and quick-hearted, and is the least calculating among all the princes.
"Is there any evidence?" A slightly labored voice came from within the curtain.
The Eighth Prince said: "Based on the information we have, we speculate..."
The person in the curtain is the old monarch. His life is like a candle, his vocal cords are torn, and his voice is like rags: "Everything is based on solid evidence."
The Eighth Prince is unwilling to give in. Doesn't this make it clear that the Master of the Preaching Hall is causing trouble?
The old king said leisurely: "A king should be careful in his words and deeds. If there is no final decision, don't make any rash judgments."
Hearing this, the Eighth Prince felt a chill in his heart and quickly retreated.
"You all go down, the prince stays."
Many princes secretly glanced at the prince with jealous eyes. Whenever there was a major national event, the old monarch would keep the prince behind, which doubled the sense of crisis for the other princes.
soon.
Only the old monarch and the prince were left in the house.
"The Mission Hall is an important institution that you want to control. Why didn't you take the opportunity to launch an attack just now?" the old monarch said hoarsely.
The prince put down the rosary and bowed respectfully. Yun Danfeng said lightly: "Because the father is unwilling, the son and minister dare not."
The monarch deliberately weighs the power between the prince and the other princes, so he will not allow the prince's power to continue to increase.
However, both parties knew it very well, and this was the first time they talked openly about it.
"Don't you dare?" The monarch smiled. His smile shook his heart and lungs, causing him to cough violently: "Ahem, cough, cough... Do you dare not, or are you unwilling?"
The prince was silent.
The prince can even create the nightmare of the year of Hai decades ago, what else is he afraid of?
I just don't want to.
"I'll leave this matter to you," the monarch said slowly.
The prince raised his eyes. Does this mean that he is allowed to make his own decision on whether to deal with the master of the national mission hall?
He lowered his head slightly and bowed: "Yes, Father!"
After the prince retreated, there was no sound from the curtains. After a long time, a sigh came out: "Jiu'er is so kind."
At that time.
Wuchen Academy.
The Heavenly Thunder Feather Array continues to emit golden light, slowly flowing around the giant mountains of Wuchen Academy. The fires in the sky have long been extinguished, leaving only scorched ruins emitting thick smoke.
The ancient mountains that once turned pale were instantly burned into a barren mountain.
There were more and more onlookers, and everyone who knew the news rushed over, so that nine out of ten rooms in Tianxing City were empty.
"This fire has been burning for three days and three nights, right?"
"Killing can only be done with a nod of the head. Duan Zhanlong wants to kill people, so he kills them quickly. He traps the person in there for three days and ignores him. Is he trying to make him endure the suffering before his death?"
"I heard that the Golden Armored Guards of the City Lord's Mansion have been gathering for three days, but they haven't moved yet."
"It's clear that we deliberately intimidated him for three days and made him suffer mental torture. How much hatred is there!"
"Isn't Xia Qingchen's intestines green from regret?"
"I don't know how he feels now and whether he is restless."
Inside the academy.
Xia Qingchen is looking at a map of the Kingdom of God.
There are purple circle marks in many places on it, but they are all marked with ×.
"The yimo crystal mines in the Kingdom of God are indeed close to being exhausted." Xia Qingchen murmured.
Those purple circles represent that there have been yromite ores in the past, and those with × mean that they have been abandoned and no new ymol crystals can be found.
Wen Xueying on the side clasped her hands on her chest and said: "In the past three hundred years, the frequency of discovering Yimo crystal mines has become less and less. Three hundred years ago, one would be discovered every few years on average. Later, it took ten years and several decades.
None of them have been found, and the last time a brand-new yromite ore was discovered was fifty years ago."
"When these yoming crystal ores are mined and exhausted, perhaps there will be no yoming crystal ore available in the Kingdom of God."
Xia Qingchen frowned slightly.
The Yimo crystal mines in the Kingdom of God are depleting faster than those in Lu Chenyi Country. There are still ready-made mines in Lu Chenyi Country. Although the output is very low, new ones can always be found.
However, the Kingdom of God is already at the stage of over-exploitation.
However, if you think about it carefully, the Kingdom of God is the center of demand for Yimo Crystal Mine. The Yimo Crystal Mine from all human territories in the world will eventually flow to the Kingdom of God. Naturally, the intensity of mining of Yimo Crystal Mine in the Kingdom of God is much higher than elsewhere.
"It's not an easy task for you to find new Yi Mo crystal mines to provide to Demon King Medog." Wen Xueying said: "Why don't you forget it, will Demon King Medog still cause trouble for you?"
Xia Qingchen remained silent. It was not that he was worried about getting into trouble, but that the Dayan Sword really needed to be strengthened.
The power of the Nine Swords is not enough.
"Let's think of another way." Xia Qingchen could only wait for the news to see if there was any way to find Yimo crystal mine, preferably a mine.
Wen Xueying glanced at the crowd of people in the dark outside, shook her head and said, "Duan Zhanlong is about to kill him. You still have the time to watch this. Duan Zhanlong is going to war. It doesn't look like he is joking with you."
Xia Qingchen said expressionlessly: "I don't have time to pay attention to him."
He was focused on thinking about how to improve his current strength.
In addition to the Dayan Sword, there is also a physical body that is in urgent need of strengthening. The internal space in its body has not been opened for a long time.
To become a god, it is useless to have a single cultivation level. In addition to the boundless power to contend with the catastrophe, you also need to have a peak body that can withstand all bombardments. Xia Qingchen, who has been through this, knows this best.
When he once broke through the gods, he relied on his tyrannical swordsmanship to break through the heavenly tribulations and become a god against the sky. However, he suffered the disadvantage of not being strong enough and suffered heavy blows from the heavenly tribulations, which hindered his subsequent path to becoming a god.
It brings many hidden dangers.
This time, since there is a body refining technique from the lineage of the ancient gods, it is natural to cherish it.
Next, we have to find ways to open up a new built-in space.
Hua Hua Hua——
The endless noise outside suddenly became a little quieter at this moment. Wen Xueying's heart moved slightly. She raised her eyes and looked outside, but her pupils shrank deeply.
Looking intently, at the end of the dark crowd, there was a faint golden stream of light slowly flickering.
The dark crowds consciously separated, allowing the golden light to slowly pass by.