733, He Yangsun takes action and summons the dean again
Zhao Qiyang, the dean of Zhuyang College, is a person who can't get rid of the dust in his eyes.
Back then, he personally came forward to drive the descendant of a god-level powerhouse from Zhuyang City out of the academy.
He is a god-level powerhouse that is rare to find in the world, and he is still a god-level man. He is not afraid of anyone daring to take revenge.
In charge of such a huge force as Zhuyang Academy, Zhao Qiyang will not be afraid of anyone.
At this time, Zhao Qiyang's expression was extremely serious.
The judges all had smiles on their faces, and Zai looked at Liang Qiyuan with a hint of schadenfreude.
Even if the dean is not punished this time, he will probably be scolded by the dean.
The dean values the dean very highly, and he was trained as a disciple all the way back then.
This time, the dean is destined to be unlucky.
He practices favoritism and cheats, and everyone here knows it clearly and sees it.
"Dean, this is the list on Mountain No. 14." Liang Qiyuan's expression remained unchanged as he shot out a spiritual light and then displayed it in front of the light screen.
Above that spiritual light were indeed the names of everyone in Mountain No. 14.
The name at the top is Han Mu.
Everyone looked at the list, and then looked at Dean Zhao Qiyang.
In the light curtain, Zhao Qiyang's face froze slightly.
He turned his head, glanced at Liang Qiyuan, and then snorted coldly.
The dean is going to be angry!
Everyone is looking forward to it.
But the next moment, the light curtain dissipated directly.
Dean, don’t care...
The dean, who is just, fair, selfless, and can't help but turn a blind eye to the dean's fraud!
All the judges looked at this scene with their mouths wide open and were at a loss.
Dean, how can you ignore this?
"Let's all disperse." Liang Qiyuan's voice sounded.
All the judges lowered their heads and turned around.
Okay, take a break.
The expression on the face of the judge who wanted to appeal changed, and he finally shook his head and turned back to his seat.
What else could happen?
The dean doesn’t care, so what can they do?
Who is there on Mountain No. 14 that Liang Qiyuan wants to protect?
Everyone is extremely curious.
Ahead, above the vast screen of light, the seventh day's trial battle was in full swing.
The black-winged lark covers the sky and the earth, shrouding the surrounding space.
On every mountain ridge, the trial disciples who formed a team took action with all their strength.
The ninth-level powerhouse Gao Zhengtai, wearing a battle armor, flew forward and slashed with a long knife in his hand, cutting the body of a black skylark into two halves.
Behind him are strong men with strong fighting spirit. Whether they are puppet masters or armor masters, they are all extremely powerful.
With a knife, he blocked the skylark that was flying towards his head. Gao Zhengtai turned his head and looked at the mountains not far away.
"Is that boy from the Nalan family almost unable to hold on anymore?"
He sneered, with murderous intent in his eyes: "If you dare to get so close to Yan Ke'er, you are simply seeking death."
Hearing his words, another big man in black armor also snorted: "Professor Yan Keer is one of the few female teachers in Zhuyang Academy. Who is disrespectful? This Nalan Moran is too bold."
Beside Gao Zhengtai, everyone else also looked dissatisfied.
On the mountains in the distance, Nalan Moran had already taken action with all his strength. With a spear in his hand, he controlled his battle armor and swept away all the black-winged skylarks in front of him.
"There are not many skylarks left to block this wave." Nalan Moran whispered.
Behind him, the tired armor masters and puppet masters gritted their teeth and barely resisted the attacks of those huge skylarks.
It's the same on all mountains.
Everyone is fully supporting and waiting for this wave of strange beasts to end.
The one who is a little more relaxed may be a truly strong person like Feng Jiutian who can ensure that he is undefeated in front of this strange beast.
Of course, there is also Ridge No. 14.
On the top of Mountain No. 14, more than a dozen huge bluestone war puppets protect the surrounding space.
Any black-winged skylark that dared to come would be beaten to death by the raised arms.
The defense power of these war puppets is not high, but the attack power is strong. Even if their bodies are broken, there are war puppets who quickly come up from behind to protect the position.
In this way, the puppet masters and armor masters at the rear only need to run those disposable battle puppets and don't have to worry about anything.
This battlefield is the easiest.
"when--"
The afterglow under the sunset is endlessly beautiful.
One by one, the flying skylarks flew towards the cracks above the sky, and then disappeared into the distance.
The originally obscured sky revealed its vastness and distance.
"Finally, let's go..." Someone's legs weakened and he fell to the ground, breathing heavily and enjoying the joy of the rest of his life.
"Woo, hoo, gone, all gone..." Someone was kneeling on the ground, crying loudly. The surrounding mountains were empty, and the original figures turned into corpses all over the ground.
On Ridge No. 14, the bluestone puppets waving their arms slowly stopped.
There was a look of pity on many people's faces.
"We still have half of our war puppets, why are we leaving?" Someone muttered, looking back at the war puppets piled up in the fortifications.
The weapon refiners worked hard to make it, and only half of the assembled war puppets were lost. If they continued to fight, they could still last for most of the day.
Under the mountains, the bodies of skylarks lie there. These are extremely good materials for refining weapons.
The skylark's feathers and muscles can be used to refine the important joints in the body of the war puppet.
"Clean up the battlefield and continue mining the spiritual minerals."
"Harvest spiritual materials and prepare fire to refine weapons."
Han Muye's voice sounded.
No one spoke a word on the entire battlefield and went straight into the state.
The puppet master took his contracted beast to mine concentrated iron ore.
The armor master went to carry the bluestone.
The weapon refiners all came out, dragged back the big birds covered with black feathers, and began to collect useful spiritual materials.
During the fortification, Han Muye held a piece of light black iron in his hand, and there was a glint in his eyes.
He got this piece of iron from a black-winged skylark.
This is the fragment of a war sword.
The fragments still carry a trace of memory.
rare.
I only saw countless black armors and a tyrannical puppet master.
These people smashed the blockade in the void, and then gathered all kinds of strange beasts together.
From these pictures, Han Muye saw the shadows of ninth-level, holy-level, and even god-level beasts.
Not much though.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! In other words, in the next trial, what comes will not be seventh-level or eighth-level beasts, but ninth-level, saint-level, and god-level beasts.
Under the attack of such a powerful alien beast, the trial disciples may die.
"Fengge City?"
A glimmer of light flashed in Han Muye's eyes.
There is Fengge City, and there may be other big cities.
Turning his head, he looked towards the direction of the judgment in the distance.
Neither Liang Qiyuan nor other judges sensed this crisis.
"Forget it, I'll give you a favor."
Han Muye whispered softly.
Raising his hand, a golden stream of light flew toward the Judgment Hall.
…
Nalan Mo was covered in blood, breathing heavily and leaning on the cliff.
The trial disciples behind him were also exhausted.
Fortunately, many were injured and their souls were greatly depleted, but none have truly died yet.
The trial disciples who followed Nalan Moran were all very happy.
"Senior Brother Nalan, do we need to clean up the battlefield and prepare quickly?" A trial disciple whose armor was somewhat damaged came over and spoke softly.
Although everyone knows that even if they clean up the battlefield now, it will not be of much use. With their strength, it is impossible to withstand the next wave of alien beasts.
"Clean the battlefield..." Nalan Moran raised his head and looked at the two mountains ahead.
Over there, someone seemed to turn their head and look this way.
"Clean the battlefield. We will retreat in a quarter of an hour." Nalan Moran said with a smile on his face.
retreat?
Retreat to where?
Everyone looked at each other and quickly started collecting various materials.
In less than half a quarter of an hour, they began to quietly exit the hilltop and walk towards the mountains nearby.
"boom--"
After retreating no more than ten miles, a golden blade slashed down, crushing the war puppet exploring the path ahead.
A seventh-level puppet master turned pale and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"defense!"
Nalan Moran shouted low and flew up, with a solemn expression on his face and raised the long knife in his hand.
The pale golden battle armor enveloped his body, and he blocked the sword light with a strike of the long sword. Nalan Moran shouted loudly: "Du Tang, are you looking for death?"
Du Tang.
The elite among the trial disciples, the ninth-level puppet master.
A black-armored sword-fighting figure stood in front of Nalan Moran. Not far away, several armor masters protected a young man wearing thin armor.
"Nalan Moran, you shouldn't be so close to Yan Jiaoxi."
"she is mine."
The young man gritted his teeth, raised his hand, and the black-armored war puppet swung his sword again.
Nalan Moran laughed loudly, his sword collided with the war puppet, and he retreated slightly.
"You poor bastards, do you really think you're just playing house?"
"Does your family know you are messing around like this?"
"Behind Yan Jiaoxi is also a desert city. Do you want to reach the sky in one step?"
Nalan Moran blocked the war puppet with his long sword and turned to look to the other side.
"Gao Zhengtai, come out."
As his voice fell, a majestic man walked out.
Ninth-level armor master, Gao Zhengtai.
One after another, powerful armor masters and puppet masters came over and surrounded Nalan Moran and the others.
"You should know that on the eighth day of the trial, the fight between the disciples begins, and they can fight to the death." Gao Zhengtai raised the long knife in his hand and pointed it at Nalan Moran.
His words made the disciples following Nalan Moran look pale.
On the eighth day of the trial, the competition between the disciples was already the last day.
On this day, the strong unite and the weak withdraw.
Fighting each other to the death, it was really allowed at the last moment.
"Today we will only kill Nalan Moran." Du Tang shouted loudly, and behind him, powerful practitioners stepped forward one after another.
The trial disciples who followed Nalan Moran all looked pale.
Not to mention that they were already extremely exhausted and did not have much strength to fight anymore.
Even if he could really fight, he still wouldn't be able to defeat the two powerful enemies in front of him.
Either of these parties is the strongest existence in this trial.
"Why did Mr. Nalan offend these people..." A trial disciple whispered and shrank back.
"Hmph, we follow senior brother, and naturally we advance and retreat together with him." A disciple who was closely following Nalan Moran shouted in a low voice, raising the long knife in his hand and slowly covering his body with armor.
Another disciple who was following Nalan Moran raised his head, with a strange halo of light flashing in his eyes.
"In today's situation, Nalan will die."
He whispered softly, moved his body, and stabbed Nalan Moran's back with his spear.
"Bang——"
A light shield blocked the spear, and a smile appeared on Nalan Moran's face.
Some of the disciples who followed Nalan Moran retreated in panic, while others gritted their teeth and looked angry, wanting to advance and retreat with Nalan Moran.
It's just that there were many people who retreated, and there were only five people who were really willing to be with Nalan Moran.
"You guys want to kill me?"
"Do you know who I am and what my background is?"
"Do you know why Yan Jiaoxi treats me differently?"
The expression on Nalan Moran's face did not change at all, he looked around and spoke loudly.
His words made Gao Zhengtai laugh out loud.
"The Nalan family is just a small family in the great city of Yongming City in the void."
"Besides, you are not the true core disciple of the Nalan family."
"Your father was just born in a small town in the wilderness."
Gao Zhengtai's voice was loud, with disdain on his face.
"I come from a wasteland background, but I dare to climb up to a big city family."
"With such a family background, you, Nalan Moran, have the nerve to mention it."
Gao Zhengtai's words brought smiles to the faces of the surrounding trial disciples.
The disciples who had followed Nalan Moran before, who were a little worried, now also showed relaxed expressions.
"I thought Nalan Moran really came from a great family in the great city of Void."
"I was deceived by him. With this little ability and background, he is still arrogant."
As the chaotic words came, Nalan Moran's expression remained unchanged, but he just raised his hand and pointed at Gao Zhengtai.
"You are insulting my father by saying such things..."
Gao Zhengtai sneered: "Your father is worthy-"
"Brother, he insulted our father!" Nalan Moran shouted.
Big brother?
Father?
Everyone was stunned.
However, the next moment, everyone felt like the hairs on their bodies were exploding!
A chilling air instantly enveloped everyone present!
"Who is it?" Du Tang looked solemn and shouted in a low voice.
What answered him was a long golden sword.
"boom--"
From the distant mountains, a thousand-foot sword light swung down!
The light of the sword directly chopped several armor masters in front of Du Tang into pieces, and then flew away the war puppets that landed in front of him, causing Du Tang to vomit blood and retreat.
One sword, destroying the ninth-level armor master!
who!
Just as Gao Zhengtai was about to fly up, he was suppressed by a golden fist on his head.
The fist, with its bright golden light, hit his shoulder hard, shattering his armor into pieces.
He Yangsun, who flew down, had murderous intent in his eyes.
A green-gold ninth-level battle puppet protects his side, and the pale golden battle armor on his body shines with halo.
"Brother." Nalan Moran shouted.
The surroundings were dull.
Level nine battle puppet, level nine battle armor!
He Yangsun's expression remained unchanged, his body moved, and he slashed Gao Zhengtai's head with a long knife in his hand.
Gao Zhengtai was already defeated, but when he saw the sword flash, his face turned pale.
"I, I surrender——"
He wanted to surrender, but He Yangsun ignored him.
The long knife slashed down and chopped Gao Zhengtai's body into pieces.
A ninth-level expert was killed just like that!
When the knife came down, everyone was dumbfounded.
Even Nalan Moran shrank his head in fear.
In the distance, the judges in the hall all stood up.
"This is He Yang!"
"He broke the rules!"
"Gao Zhengtai has already said that he will surrender and we can't kill him anymore!"
Everyone turned to look at Liang Qiyuan who was standing aside.
Liang Qiyuan's eyes fell on He Yangsun in the light curtain.
He Yangsun.
The head of the He family in Tacheng.
The spokesperson of Master Han.
Net worth...
a lot of.
a lot of.
a lot of.
"Gao Zhengtai shouted late." Liang Qiyuan waved his hand.
Too late?
This reason...
There was silence in the main hall.
"I knew you, Liang Qiyuan, had selfish motives!" An old man in black armor raised his hand, with a ball of golden light in his palm.
"Then someone on Mountain No. 14 sent you a message."
"This is evidence. I don't believe the dean can protect you this time."