It's not that the deans of the Zhenwu Holy Academy are stingy and don't let Ye Fei refine his spiritual veins, the most important reason is that most of the spiritual veins in the Holy Son Tower are owned by the Lu family of the Heavenly Punishment Quasi-Emperor.
Regardless of Xi Yingqing's threat, the Lu family took out fifty spiritual veins in order to redeem Lu Qing, but anyone with a discerning eye knows that this is just the punishment of the quasi-emperor to worry about the Supreme Dean. Once the Supreme Dean
After death, the Lu family can take back these spiritual veins at any time.
At best, these spiritual veins are just temporarily placed by the Lu family in the Zhenwu Holy Academy. Ye Fei can use them to practice. If he dares to refine them directly, he will offend the Lu family to death.
Ye Fei also understood this very early. He knew that these spiritual veins could be used and could never be refined. When he heard that the Supreme Dean suddenly allowed him to refine the spiritual veins inside at will, he knew
, Supreme Dean, I am afraid that time is really running out, so I made such a risky decision.
While Ye Fei was moved in his heart, he immediately made a decision, that is, no matter what method he thought of, he must make Zhenwu Holy Court stronger. If possible, he wanted to save the life of the Supreme Dean.
"I remember that the Third Dean once said that the Thunder Tribulation Liquid can extend my life. If I can get enough Thunder Tribulation Liquid during the Heavenly Tribulation, maybe the Supreme Dean can live longer. In this way, I can also be considered
I have repaid the kindness of the Supreme Dean." Ye Fei thought secretly.
However, he did not reject the Supreme Dean's kindness. After all, the spiritual veins he obtained from the Legalists were only thirty-six, which was a full fourteen short of the fifty spiritual veins he needed.
These spiritual veins happen to be ready-made in the Holy Son Tower.
"Fifty spiritual veins are enough for me to upgrade the God of War to the ninth level. By then, my talent will be comparable to the top geniuses. Of course, my real combat power will definitely be stronger than these top geniuses."
Ye Fei's eyes flashed with strong confidence.
After watching the Supreme Dean's figure disappear, Ye Fei opened the Holy Son Tower and walked directly in. Suddenly, he felt the aura coming from inside.
There are also many spirit melons planted in Shangluo, which exude a faint fragrance. Xiaocao's head has long been stretched out from the beast mark space. He looked at the spirit melons curiously, then spread his legs and ran over to hug them.
Holding a big spiritual melon, it rolled around on the ground, looking very happy.
Ye Fei sat cross-legged on the Spiritual River and began to silently refine the Spiritual River and the many spiritual veins in the Spiritual River.
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"Young man Ye is right. I have finished explaining the official affairs of the Zhenwu Holy Academy. Next, it is time to deal with my private affairs." Dean Taishang looked in the direction of Shang Jing's boudoir, with a complicated expression on his face.
Guilt.
However, Ye Fei's joke still inspired Dean Taishang. His time was running out. He had to set up a lofty life ideal for Shang Jing before he died. In this way, Shang Jing could
, don't put your mind on him, a bad old man who is about to die.
Dean Taishang did not go to Shang Jing immediately, but struggled for a while, and finally found a business alliance manager and drank a jar of good wine.
Strong wine strengthens the courage!
Dean Taishang finally had enough courage and walked towards Shang Jing's boudoir again, but when he reached the door, he hesitated again, rather short of breath.
"Zhang Chunyang, after all, you were once a genius. Don't you have the guts to step into the room of a little girl like me?" Shang Jing sighed quietly in the boudoir.
The Supreme Dean was so excited that he immediately raised his feet and walked in again. Shang Jing carried him on her back, sat on the window sill, and asked sadly: "Are you still going?"
"I have to leave, I can't hurt you... But before I leave, I want to have a good talk with you..." Dean Taishang stared at Shang Jing's back.
The latter's back trembled, and his voice sounded sad: "What else can we talk about now?"
"I want to talk to you about the future, um, that's it, yes, the ideal of life!" Dean Taishang's expression was very serious, but when he really wanted to talk about his ideal of life, he felt inexplicably nervous.
"Ideal in life!"
Shang Jing almost fell off the window sill. She suddenly turned around and looked at the Supreme Dean with shock on her face, as if she didn't believe that he could say such a thing.
For some reason, the Supreme Dean became even more nervous. He coughed quickly and said with a serious face: "If you refuse, then I will come back another day."
Shang Jing didn't speak, she just stared at the Supreme Dean with a strange look on her face for a while. Then, she smelled the smell of alcohol and looked at the dusk outside the window. Gradually, the sadness on Shang Jing's face turned into a hint of shyness.
, a hint of anger.
"Damn it, it turns out you have figured it out. Let me take a shower first and then we can talk slowly." Shang Jing glared shyly, and then disappeared into the void.
Dean Taishang's eyes were a little dull, and he said in confusion: "I'm here just to talk about life ideals. Can we just stand and say no? Why do we need to take a shower? Why do I feel that something is wrong... Could it be that boy Ye Fei?
Trick me!"
It has to be said that as a former peerless genius, Dean Taishang is still very shrewd. Combined with Shang Jing's strange reaction, Dean Taishang suddenly realized that this ideal of life seemed to have a big problem, but what exactly was wrong with it?
, and he couldn’t tell.
Netherworld Bone Boat.
The skeletal body of the Lord of the Human Demon Palace has returned to the image of a withered and thin old man. He is currently sitting on the golden bone mast.
All around the mast were the quasi-emperors and emperors of the Demon Palace. There were also a large number of corpse puppets standing in a neat military formation with expressionless faces, controlling the direction of the bone boat.
Under the mast, there is still a person standing. This person is none other than Cui Yongxuan, a heaven-level disciple who was slapped a few times by Ye Fei and kicked out of the Zhenwu Holy Academy. His true identity is actually that the Man-Demon Palace planted him
One of the traitors in Zhongzhou.
"...Palace Master, the chess pieces we placed in the Merchant Alliance have received news that Ye Fei has returned to the mall safely, and with him is the Supreme Dean of the Zhenwu Holy Academy..."
The master of the Human Demon Palace looked livid and roared at Cui Yongxuan: "What are you talking about? That old guy is not dead. He has obviously burned his blood. With his depleted lifespan, once his blood is burned, he will definitely die. How could he possibly
Will he still be alive? Could it be that black sword again..."
Suddenly, the Master of the Human Demon Palace thought of something. His face was no longer ashen, but twisted with anger on the spot. Ye Fei's guess was correct. At this time, the Master of the Human Demon Palace was extremely regretful and heartbroken. Once,
He held a mysterious Star Sword embryo in his hand, but he didn't cherish it properly. When he thought about it now, the Master of the Human-Demon Hall already regretted it.
Of course, the Master of the Human Demon Palace does not think this is his fault, but blames all this anger and regret on Ye Fei. (To be continued)