5th Update)

After finally finishing eating the dark dishes cooked by Ning Rongrong, Ning Fengzhi endured the pain in his stomach like a river and a sea, and said:

"Rongrong, you came to your father so late for Yang Ming's business, right?"

Without waiting for her to speak, Ning Fengzhi covered his forehead and said:

"Actually, you didn't come to me, I originally wanted to go to you to talk about this matter, according to the investigation I brought down this day, I can basically confirm that Yang Ming is not the murderer, but another question comes, who is the real murderer who killed Feng Xiaotian?"

"After all, Feng Xiaotian's background is not small, he has the support of the academy and the sect behind him, and now that side is putting pressure on me, I want to find the real culprit for Feng Xiaotian, and I can't find it in one day, if I let Yang Ming go like this, the old men and women of the Kamikaze Academy will definitely not give up, and will be angry with Yang Ming."

"So at this stage, although Yang Ming is temporarily detained in the Martial Spirit Hall Temple, it is not a good thing, so as to avoid being attacked by the Divine Wind Academy."

Listening to his father's explanation, Ning Rongrong bit his lower lip tightly throughout the whole process, and he was about to bite his lip.

"But ......" Ning Rongrong thought for a moment and said, "Dad, if you haven't found the real murderer who killed Feng Xiaotian, wouldn't it be that Yang Ming would have to be imprisoned in the Martial Spirit Temple forever?" ”

"If it really comes to that point," Ning Fengzhi sighed, seeing a mist appear in his daughter's beautiful eyes, and then with a hint of firmness in his eyes, he said, "Then I have no choice but to save face and beg the people of the Kamikaze Academy to raise their noble hands." ”

Although the Five Elements Academy usually has times of internal fighting, once it encounters external enemies or external contradictions, it usually speaks in unison, after all, it is a force that is united in the same qi.

Yang Ming's incident was even more of a fuse, not only the Divine Wind Academy demanded that Yang Ming be severely punished, but even the other four Five Element Academies were also in ruins, thinking that they were also very happy to see Yang Ming, a peerless genius, die young.

Therefore, although Ning Fengzhi, as the sect master of the Colorful Glazed Glass Sect, can usually not be afraid of a kamikaze academy, but at the moment, he can only put down his body to plead.

Ning Rongrong didn't understand these joints, but he also understood that his father had never been a master who liked to ask for help, and he was carrying a lot of things, so he subconsciously clenched Ning Fengzhi's hand, and with a trace of gratitude in his beautiful eyes, he said:

"Thank you, Dad."

Looking at his daughter's unyielding appearance, Ning Fengzhi was distressed, and also had a hint of jealousy for Yang Ming.

It is said that women are not left behind, and their daughters were warm little padded jackets when they were young, and when they grow up, they will be other people's little padded jackets.

With such emotion, Ning Fengzhi took Rong Rong into his arms, gently patted her back, and said:

"Don't worry, even if the sky falls, Dad will still be on top."

……

It was late at night.

Platinum Bishop Salas sat on the chair with a dark face, he was in a large practice room, at this time there were about three hundred people sitting cross-legged, from the youngest six-year-old who had just awakened the martial soul, to the bad old man and bad old lady with hanging sideburns, the level of the soul master was even more different, the weakest was even only a sixth-level soul master, and the highest was a soul king above fifty.

After the defeat of the previous Templar, Platinum Bishop Salas was obviously still unwilling, and recruited these three hundred people to serve as test subjects, and continued to test the eight Dun Armor.

The ideal is beautiful, but the reality is skinny.

As it turned out, the previous Templar's luck was really good, and the first three of the eight Dunjia doors were all going well, and it wasn't until the fourth gate was opened that something happened.

And the three hundred people in front of them are very miserable, after all, the first door of the Eight Dunjia is opened in the person's head, and if the attention is not concentrated, or the soul power is disordered, the head will "boom", and the explosion will be sparse, like a watermelon bursting.

This made the face of the platinum bishop Salas extremely ugly.

……

Nothing was said all night.

Following.

At three o'clock in the sun, Yang Mingcai lazily woke up from his sleep.

After getting up, Yang Ming found that it was rare to have a lazy sleep today, if it was usual, he would have gotten up before dawn.

In addition, Yang Ming covered his head, always feeling a little dizzy in his head, as if he was sick and had a fever.

As for the dream last night, Yang Ming couldn't remember it clearly.

Shaking his heavy head, his head was as heavy as being injected with lead, Yang Ming secretly felt a trace of strangeness in his heart, and secretly said in his heart:

"There must be a demon when things go wrong, and this is the Martial Spirit Palace, maybe something happened last night, otherwise I'm not in such a bad state today."

Yang Ming's suspicion suddenly rose in his heart, and he looked around, but it happened that three Templars were guarding him, staring at him one by one, and he moved his gaze away, not daring to let Yang Ming out of their sight at all.

The life of being watched is not comfortable at all, especially when the monitors are three uncles with a full face and meat, it is even more tormenting.

The dungeon where Yang Ming was imprisoned also had a supporting toilet, and after Yang Ming washed up briefly, seeing that the three Templars were guarding him without letting go for a moment, he couldn't open the door and contact Sword Douluo Chenxin, who was waiting outside the door, to ask if anything had happened yesterday.

That's not going to work!

Yang Ming was secretly anxious in his heart, and after pacing in place for a while, he took it into account.

Yang Ming turned his head to look at the three Templars, and said with an unhappy expression:

"Where's my breakfast?"

One of the Templars said lukewarmly:

"Sorry, it's past breakfast time, you just wait a little longer, lunch will be delivered soon."

"No! I'm going to have breakfast! Yang Ming was like a rebellious teenager who had reached adolescence, and said very badly: "If you don't send it to me, I'll get it myself!" ”

The three Templars looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

However, in order to make the big thing into a small thing, they finally compromised, and one of the Templars said:

"You wait here, I'll come when I go."

With that, he turned around and left, and the moment he opened the door, Yang Ming unexpectedly looked at Sword Douluo Chenxin.

Before entering the Martial Spirit Palace, Sword Douluo Chen was afraid that Yang Ming would have an accident, so the two agreed early in the morning that if they noticed that something was wrong, they would make a gesture, and if nothing happened, they would blink.

At this time, Sword Douluo Chenxin winked at Yang Ming, signaling that there was no accident.

Yang Ming frowned, his intuition told him that something must have happened this time, it was just that he had breakfast and stayed until the evening, and there was nothing abnormal, Yang Ming was ready to sleep.

But at this moment, Yang Ming's pupils automatically turned on the kaleidoscope writing wheel eye, and the hints he had given himself in his dream before were hypnotized, and now when it was time to start, he told all the things that happened in his dream last night.

"I see."

After a long time, after Yang Ming digested the news in the dream, he sneered:

"Salas underestimated me too much."

"When I dream, the world will tremble!"

(Lost words...... It's only been five more, desperate)