Far above him.

Even, it's above the dean's Yu Yingfeng!

"We are all spectators, and going up like this doesn't fit the pattern. Do you say, Smoke Pavilion Master? ”

The voice is very soft and very faint.

But with an aura that people dare not resist.

made the master of the Smoke Pavilion more and more breathless, even if he was unwilling, he could only force it down: "Yes...... Nature is ......"

"That's it, the academy has rules, the younger disciples are more than the others, and the elders are absolutely not allowed to interfere." Seeing this, Yu Yingfeng couldn't help frowning, and there was a hint of sternness and reproach in his voice, "Lord of the Smoke Pavilion, you have trespassed." Or do you want to be the head of the pavilion? ”

The Smoke Pavilion Lord was startled.

To remove him from his position as Cabinet Master?

No!

He can lose everything, including his granddaughter, but he must not lose his current position of power!

"Huh."

The master of the Smoke Pavilion confessed, and tried to squeeze out a smirk, "How come, of course the old man will not take the lead in violating the rules, I don't plan to interfere, everything is a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding ......"

As he spoke, he moved back little by little.

When he moved, the shoulder blades that were buckled by Mo Yan were about to break, and it hurt so much.

But the master of the Smoke Pavilion could only grit his teeth and endure it.

Step by step.

Mo Yan saw that he wanted to go back to the original chair and sit down, so he stopped holding him.

Instead, push hard.

"Poof".

The master of the Smoke Pavilion did not happen to sit on the chair, but fell and squatted half a step away from the chair.

It can be said that it is very embarrassing.

"Poof."

Yu Yingfeng couldn't hold back, stretched out his hand, covered his mouth, and laughed.

The Smoke Pavilion Lord raised his head in disbelief and looked at Yu Yingfeng.

Dean, is this mocking him?

Yu Yingfeng was embarrassed.

Feeling that as the dean, he had lost his dignity, so he took his hand away, tried to hold back the smile, and tensed.

Emma.

Holding back a smile or something, it really tested his concentration.

Look away =. =

Smoke Pavilion Master: "......"

I'm angry!

I'm so angry with him!

And at this time, in the arena, the game has already had a result -

Under Zi Qianmo's absolute suppression, Yan Ruomeng was already covered in blood, and his flesh and blood were blurred.

Even her extremely precious flashy white head has become tattered, and there are countless holes that can't be repaired if you want to.

"I throw in the towel......"

I can't bear any more pain.

Yan Ruomeng was covered in blood, half lying on the ground, twitching slightly, his pupils were dilated, and the corners of his mouth were crooked.

Zi Qianmo didn't speak, just stared at her coldly with light-colored glass eyes.

The soul power silk thread in his hand has not been removed.

She didn't believe the woman.

"I say! I throw in the towel! Yan Ruomeng was extremely desperate, and with the last trace of strength, he shouted out at the top of his voice, "Zi Qianmo, you win...... Ahh ”

There was another scream of hysteria.

As for the reason.

It was Zi Qianmo who raised his hand, and under the traction of the soul power silk thread, thousands of silver needles were pulled out of Yan Ruomeng's flesh and blood at the same time.

The pain is multiplied and stacked!

When the silver needles were pulled out together, some minced flesh was brought out, and the blood flew out directly.

Wisps and strands, like countless tiny fountains.

That scene, how bloody and bloody.

It can be called a "wonder".

The consequence of this hand was that after Yan Ruomeng screamed hysterically, he fainted directly, lost too much blood, and no longer had any consciousness.