Looking at the old man holding the spiritual light in his hand, he stretched out his hand and shouted: "Give it to me."
Master Han actually summoned me during the trial. What happened?
He also paid attention to the war at the No. 14 Mountain Ridge, and also had some appreciation for the use of bluestone war puppets.
Whether it's a puppet or a battle armor, they are all means of combat.
Although the temporarily refined war puppet cannot last long, it is cheaper and has great combat effectiveness.
At least, without Master Han taking action, a group of sixth-level and seventh-level trial disciples guarded the ridge of No. 14.
This method cannot be said to be against the rules.
Liang Qiyuan is a fair and principled person.
If Master Han really breaks the rules, he will not remain indifferent.
He also believed that with Master Han's strength and personality, he would not bother cheating in such a trial.
This is like a billionaire who would tarnish his image for the sake of a Yuan coin business.
Now that Master Han is summoned, there must be something important.
Hearing Liang Qiyuan's words, the old man sneered, raised his hand and said aura of light turned into a light curtain.
In the light curtain, Zhao Qiyang's hair was a little disheveled, and he was holding a half-refined piece of spiritual material in his hand. It must be a waste spiritual material now.
"A Chuyang level trial, entrance level," Zhao Qiyang's eyes seemed to be filled with fire. He gritted his teeth and stared at everyone in the hall: "He summoned me twice in a row."
"Am I, the dean, someone you use to play monkey tricks?"
He shook the scrap parts in his hands and said in a deep voice: "The chalcedony moon-breaking stone worth 300,000 source coins is just useless!"
Not to mention the trials at the Chuyang level, even the trials at the Burning Sun level, Zhao Qiyang didn't care.
Even if it is a Zhuyang-level trial, Zhao Qiyang, as the dean, does not pay attention to every one.
He is a god-level powerhouse, a powerful man who dominates the entire galaxy and universe. How can he have time to pay attention to small trials?
Today was a good day, a Chuyang trial, and he was summoned twice!
No dog is that tired.
The old man who summoned him trembled and hurriedly said: "Dean, Liang Qiyuan engaged in malpractice for personal gain. He protected No. 14 Mountain Ridge. Now that Gao Zhengtai has been killed, he doesn't care either."
"Killing Gao Zhengtai's disciple is obviously against the rules."
He turned his head and looked at the other rulings: "As your colleagues can attest, I, Zhao Zhijin, will never make any lies."
Zhao Zhijin’s words were resounding.
Liang Qiyuan's favoritism is obvious to all.
All the verdicts were met with a slight nod.
Zhao Zhijin breathed a sigh of relief, looked at everyone gratefully, and then turned to look at the dean with hope.
The dean of Zhuyang College has always been known for his impartiality, selflessness, and integrity.
He believed that the dean was just deceived before.
Blinded by Liang Qiyuan.
Now, when the dean sees the facts, he will definitely seek justice.
"Gao Zhengtai is not only a direct descendant of the Gao family in Tuyuan City, he is also a ninth-level armor master. He should have a bright future."
"Master Dean, look, that He Yang wants to kill another ninth-level puppet master again. He is really arrogant -"
Pointing to the light curtain in front of him, Zhao Zhijin gritted his teeth and roared.
At this time, he no longer asked to stop He Yang.
Instead, he hoped that He Yang would take action and kill a talented elite from Zhuyang Academy in front of the dean.
Let the dean see how vicious He Yang is.
It made the dean feel distressed, seeing an elite being killed before his eyes.
When the time comes, let's see if the dean is angry and see if he will punish Liang Qiyuan.
In the light curtain, He Yang raised the long knife in his hand again, and then cut it down.
The frightened Du Tang wanted to escape, but bumped into a tall war puppet.
"Spare your life——"
Du Tang's voice turned into a sob.
Because the palm of the tall warpuppet penetrated directly into his chest.
Dripping with blood.
Such cruelty made all the trial disciples watching around change their expressions.
The disciples who followed Gao Zhengtai and Du Tang were all trembling with fear and looked at He Yangsun nervously and fearfully.
If this person takes action, they are afraid that no one can escape!
With the power of one person, controlling two level nine battle puppets, killing two level nines is like chopping melons and vegetables.
Who can resist such strength?
The faces of the people around Nalan Moran all showed joy.
I never expected that Mr. Nalan, whom I follow, could have such a domineering elder brother.
As for those standing not far away who had followed Nalan Moran before and then betrayed them, they now felt extremely regretful.
"Is it him?" Zhao Qiyang muttered in the light curtain and turned to look at Zhao Zhijin.
"Is that why?"
Zhao Zhijin said quickly: "Not only that, there is also someone on the 14th mountain who sent a message to Professor Liang Qiyuan."
"This message was intercepted by me, but there are secret words in it that I can't decipher."
Zhao Zhijin spread his hands, and the golden light in his palm flew towards Zhao Qiyang.
There was a hint of pride on his face, and he said loudly: "No messages are allowed between the trial disciples and the adjudication teachers. This is a violation of the rules."
This time, both the stolen goods and the stolen goods have been stolen. Let’s see how Liang Qiyuan can defend himself.
Sure enough, after hearing Zhao Zhijin's words, the expression on Zhao Qiyang's face changed.
Raising his hand to summon the spiritual light into the light curtain, Zhao Qiyang's expression changed rapidly.
"snort!"
"Almost ruined something big!"
Zhao Qiyang raised his hand and waved, and golden light flew in front of Liang Qiyuan.
Liang Qiyuan stretched out his hand to take it, and the look in his eyes turned solemn.
"I'll leave this place to you," Zhao Qiyang looked at Liang Qiyuan and whispered: "Hold here while I go to the City Lord's Mansion."
After saying that, his figure disappeared directly.
Dean, he left again.
There was silence in the main hall.
Liang Qiyuan held the aura and slowly turned his head to look at Zhao Zhijin.
"You almost ruined something big."
He moved and left the hall straight away.
In the main hall, everyone looked at each other with confusion on their faces.
What's going on here?
The expression on Zhao Zhijin's face changed and turned into a state of despair.
"Haha, if we are all working together, how can we be alone..."
Shaking his head, he fell down on the seat and smiled sadly: "After this trial, I will leave Zhuyang Academy."
The other adjudicators looked at each other and said nothing.
Within the light curtain, Liang Qiyuan had already flown directly into the fortifications on Mountain No. 14.
Is this a case of not covering up at all?
It's too dark.
Among the fortifications, Liang Qiyuan looked solemn. When he came, he covered his whereabouts. Except for Han Muye, no one knew he was here.
At this time, he looked at Han Muye in front of him.
Han Muye held a light black sword fragment in his hand.
"Based on this thing, you can deduce that there is a big force that wants to be detrimental to the trial and Zhuyang City?" Liang Qiyuan stared at the small fragment and spoke in a low voice.
"Inference?" Han Muye looked at Liang Qiyuan, and the fragments flew out of his hand and landed in front of him.
"What secrets can a piece of weapon refining fragment have in front of the weapon refining master?"
Han Muye's voice was calm.
Liang Qiyuan took the fragment and wrapped it in a spiritual light in his palm.
"The fragments broke within three months, and were eroded by the power of the void."
"This shows that it was indeed shot in the void."
"The fragments contain the power of Fengyuan Fire, which is the unique weapon refining method of Fengge City and Liang Xucheng."
"The sword was shattered by collision with a powerful force, at least a god-level one."
…
Liang Qiyuan not only whispered, but the expression on his face became more solemn.
"The fractures of the fragments can reveal the puppet's strength, the moves he made, and the puppet master's own habits."
"The overall strength of the power behind it can also be seen in the material of the weapon."
Han Muye added a few words.
Liang Qiyuan held the fragment, nodded and said: "Looking at it this way, someone is indeed trying to play a conspiracy."
"This is a conspiracy against Zhuyang City. The trial may be just the introduction, just in time for it to happen."
"If you look at it this way, it's not necessarily Fengge City, then it could be -"
"Liang Xucheng."
Looking at Han Muye, Liang Qiyuan said: "The dean means that there should be no unusual movements here, and we cannot give up the trial to alert the other party."
Han Muye nodded.
Indeed, if the trial is given up directly here, the other party will notice that something is wrong.
There must be many powerful people in the void watching this place quietly now, and every move is observed.
"Master Han, these disciples are innocent."
"They are disciples of Zhuyang Academy, we cannot use their lives as bait."
Liang Qiyuan took a deep breath, and there was a glimmer of light in his eyes.
"I will take action when the trial comes."
"Help me take them away."
Although Liang Qiyuan is at the god level, he mainly studies weapon refining and his combat power is not very strong.
But if he was asked to watch those disciples being slaughtered, he couldn't do it.
Seeing Liang Qiyuan's determined expression, Han Muye waved his hand, shook his head and said, "Forget it, I'll handle the matter here."
"Don't worry about it."
Liang Qiyuan was stunned by his words.
With a wry smile, Liang Qiyuan nodded: "Then I'll leave it to Master."
He, Liang Qiyuan, was indeed far behind Master Han.
Since Master Han said he didn't need to care, then he just didn't care.
He cupped his hands, his body moved, and disappeared into the fortifications.
Returning to the Judgment Hall, he still had things to do.
"Gao Tianjin, go find Feng Jiutian and ask him to come see me."
"Tao Guran, go and ask He Yang to come."
Han Muye's voice sounded.
Outside, Gao Tianjin and Tao Guran were both stunned.
Who is Feng Jiutian?
An existence beyond the ninth level, the Young City Lord of Fengge City.
He Yang is powerful and a top figure among armor masters.
Why do these two people seem to be able to talk around in the captain's mouth?
Even though his captain is at level nine, he is only a weapon refiner.
When a ninth-level weapon refiner is in front of a ninth-level puppet master and armor master, people probably won't look him in the eye.
"Go quickly." Han Muye's voice sounded again.
Gao Tianjin and Tao Guran looked at each other and left quickly.
No matter what, my captain's words are orders and I have to go.
Others also heard Han Muye's words, looked at each other outside the fortifications, and started whispering.
They were curious whether Gao Tianjin and Tao Guran would be beaten back directly.
After a while, Feng Jiutian, wearing red armor, flew over.
He took one look at the fortifications and stepped directly in.
"Feng Jiutian!"
"It's really here!"
"Look!"
There was an uproar outside the fortifications.
Many people pretended to lean on the fortifications and cast their eyes on Feng Jiutian.
Feng Jiutian walked into the fortification with a smile on his face: "Senior Brother Han, you came to see me but——"
Before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed drastically!
A black war puppet flew out from Han Muye's side, raised his hand and pressed it on his shoulder, and then threw it directly!
He knows this war puppet!
This is a war puppet that is so powerful that even a god can defeat it!
As his body was thrown out, what Feng Jiutian was thinking was, what did he do wrong to make Senior Brother Han angry?
"Bang——"
Feng Jiutian smashed a piece of bluestone and rolled on the ground.
As soon as he stood up, his body suddenly moved and moved to the side.
"Snapped--"
A ray of sword light slashed down, cutting the place where he stood into pieces.
He Yangsun, who was holding a long knife in his hand, looked sharp and had murderous intent in his eyes.
"Brother, do you want to kill him?" He Yangsun looked into the fortifications.
Outside the fortifications, everything was dull.
what's the situation?
Feng Jiutian, who is extremely powerful, is vulnerable to his own captain.
He Yang, the elite among the elite, seems to be leading the team at this time.
This script seems wrong...
"He Yang, I am giving face to my senior brother." Feng Jiutian snorted coldly and turned to look at the fortifications.
"Senior brother, what did Feng Jiutian do wrong? Please tell me clearly."
"Even if I die, I want to die in a clear way."
His words were very clear.
But these words made everyone outside the fortifications confused.
Feng Jiutian was so powerful that he didn't even have the courage to fight with his own captain.
"Gather all the trial disciples, and with this place as the center, all the weapon refiners will refine war puppets that can at least withstand a Saint-level blow."
"Feng Jiutian, you will understand the next tide of alien beasts."
"Maybe you will die first."
During the fortifications, Han Muye's voice sounded.
He Yang turned around and left.
Feng Jiutian's expression changed, and he nodded: "I understand."
He's not stupid.
Something must have happened to Tide of Alien Beasts.
Outside the fortifications, disciples from all sides are constantly being gathered for trials.
He Yang took action, and his two ninth-level battle puppets swept across the battlefield, making it unstoppable.
At this time, the power he displayed was terrifying.
Nalan Moran commanded all the disciples who gathered together to start refining various war puppets and mining the surrounding spiritual mines.
Coming from a big city family, he is quite familiar with these things.
Feng Jiutian led more than a hundred weapon refiners and stood in front of Han Muye.
"What we need to do is to refine a war puppet that can resist holy beasts."
Han Muye's words made all the weapon refiner disciples change their expressions.
"Senior Brother Han, we are only at level six and level seven, how can we possibly refine -" Before a black-robed disciple could finish speaking, he heard Han Muye shout: "Then you will die."
die!
If you can't refine a war puppet that can withstand the holy level, you will have no choice but to die!
Everyone was shocked.
Feng Jiutian narrowed his eyes and whispered: "Senior Brother, the next wave of alien beasts will have saint-level ones, or even a lot of them."
"So you gathered us all here to save everyone."
Everyone in the trial is here.
Melt your own war puppet armor!
How can it be!
This is your own life, how can you melt it!
The armor masters and puppet masters next to the fortifications were all perverted.
"I gave my battle puppet and armor to my senior brother."
He Yangsun's voice sounded.
One level 9 battle armor, two level 9 battle puppets, three level 8 battle puppets, two pieces of level 8 battle armor, five pieces of level 7 battle armor, and five level 7 battle puppets were all left behind by those refining weapons.
In front of the disciples.
These war puppet armors alone are worth tens of millions of source coins.
For other people, a piece of armor or war puppet is made by constantly replacing parts and then slowly increasing the level.
How can one person like this have so many war puppets and armors?
This person's net worth is equal to that of most of the people present, right?
Even Feng Jiutian turned around in surprise and looked at He Yangsun.
This guy seems to be richer than himself.
He, the young city lord of Fengge City, was actually defeated by him.
"Hand over my armor too."
"Also, I also have a holy-level battle armor and the core of a holy-level war puppet."
Feng Jiutian shouted loudly, and he felt that he could not lose in terms of momentum.