Ilmilan grows in the shadows of the underworld and is known as the last tree of the dead. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info looking at the underworld, there is only this one left, and he grows in the underground of the Academy of the Dead, it is said that the entire academy is actually built on the canopy of the Ilmilan tree, and the growth beyond the age makes this vegetation and the impermanence flower, the misty stamen, the pixiu grass, and the light sound man dance called the five golden flowers of the underworld.

However, the reason why Yimilan can be called the badge of the martial arts department of the Academy of the Dead is inseparable from his brutal attributes, and Yimilan is the only plant in the Three Realms that kills each other. Legend has it that at the beginning of the marked time there was not only one plant in Milan, they grew together with each other. But every time a new plant grows, they kill each other until one of them is destroyed. Therefore, with the migration of time, this strongest Imilan became the symbol of the martial arts department of the Academy of the Dead.

Ilmilan, a symbol of violent coercion, and Mist Ruiluo, a symbol of reason and law, became one of the sources of legitimacy for the School of the Dead.

"How dare you sleep in my class, get me up!" The hoarse and sharp voice came out with the man's violent temper, and the thick fingers of the joints grabbed the ears of the yang pith and pulled the yang pith up.

"Ouch!" Yang Pi was awakened by the severe pain, covered his ears and begged for mercy, "Sinai-sensei, tap, tap!"

"Light?" The woman known as Sinai grabbed the ears of the penis and carried him directly in front of her, yelling directly into the ears of the yang, "What are you talking about?

When he arrived, there was a burst of laughter in the classroom, and the originally quiet classroom was boiled by the embarrassment of the yang marrow.

Leading the laughter was Fat George, who sat in the front row, the fat man was seven years younger than the penis, but he was the number one hero of the pest.

"Hahaha, drag your feet, you really deserve to be kicked out of our Ilmilan Academy!" Fat George laughed as he yelled at the other students around him.

Yang Pi really couldn't understand why the Academy of the Dead would accept Fat George's rice bucket. He didn't want to meet the fat George at all, but the little fat man didn't seem to appreciate it.

I thought I was going to teach that stinky little ghost a lesson and beat him up, but I didn't expect to be beaten up. What's even more surprising is that the little fat man actually has some skills, and the yang marrow weighs that sooner or later he will teach that little ghost a lesson.

"Be louder, be louder, and confess in your voice!" was still the shouting of Mr. Sinai.

"Teacher, I was wrong!" yelled.

"What did you do wrong?" Mr. Sinai asked nervously.

"I-I'm wrong that I shouldn't have dozed off in class, you're such a charismatic teacher!" said a loud voice that was unwillingly loud and audible to almost the entire classroom.

Fat George sneered, "Sycophant!"

"You, you, you mean, really?" Mr. Sinai excitedly tugged at his ear and asked, "I, I, am I really attractive?" Sinai pushed the huge glasses on the bridge of his nose, his eyes were full of ecstasy, my God! How long has it been since anyone said that I was attractive! Sinai couldn't help but be ecstatic in his heart, and confidently weighed in his mind, am I really attractive?

Yang Pi really can't stand this female teacher named Sinai, not only is it the fault of a mouthful of buckteeth, but what makes him unbearable is that the other party always wants to hear words of recognition and praise from his mouth. You see, there are more than 50 people in this class, and she just caught herself and tossed her to death. If you have nothing to do, you have to praise each other.

Every time she says those words against her will, she actually refuses, but this poor woman never seems to have heard a man's praise. Every time he spoke, Sinai would be incoherent with excitement.

Sinai Nilopohi is arguably the most neurotic teacher at the School of the Dead. Not only because of her peculiar appearance, but also because of her crazy demeanor, such a crazy woman can often be seen running all the way in the corridor with her huge left hand. The wind rushed into the classroom.

Speaking of which, she can be regarded as a legend in the School of the Dead! The professor of the martial arts department of the School of the Dead ranks first in the courage of this woman who is privately called a crazy woman by the students - Sinai Nilopohi.

Rumor has it that she once went into China alone, seriously injuring the then Archon of the Underworld, the 'Lamplight Saint', in exchange for a temporary peace.

Yang Pi looked at the crazy man in front of him, and suddenly closed his mouth happily, and suddenly became depressed to the point of crying loudly (the Dharma body has no tears). Sometimes the yang pulp is very sympathetic to this woman with buckteeth, and is willing to coax this woman with some false words. In good conscience, this woman is still good to him.

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When Fat George, who was already indignant, heard this, he immediately burst into a rage and shouted, "Mr. Sinai, you are really partial! I will go to the Student Government Committee to accuse you!"

Other students echoed, "We oppose this injustice. ”

No one expected Sinai to rush to Fat George's side like a whirlwind, grabbed Fat George's neck with his normal hand, and roared almost hoarsely, "Fairness? You stinky little devils, talk to the old lady about fairness? You don't know how lonely my heart has been in these long years!"

Sinai's face was full of sorrow and he shouted with a scream, "Accuse me, and before I do that, I will teach you wayward souls a hard lesson." ”

"Of course!" Sinai suddenly turned his head with a smile and said to the yang marrow sadly, "Oh, my little heart, you make me the happiest!"

"Oh no, the teacher is crazy, Mr. Sinai is crazy again! everyone run!" I don't know who suddenly shouted, and the whole classroom suddenly became chaotic, and all the students rushed out.

Just as the penis was still stunned, Eugene grabbed the penis and ran directly to the carved lotus window on the side of the classroom.

"So high! How to jump!" Standing tremblingly on the windowsill, the yang pith boldly glanced at it, and the bottomless abyss appeared in front of him and Eugene.

Built on the side of the Holy Lion Mountain, the Ilmilan teaching area resembles a series of caves lined up on top of the cliffs, which can be a torture at first glance for those with dense phobia.

It's just that the beautiful building with carved beams and paintings really can't imagine the blood behind him.

In the classroom, Sinai frantically pinched Fat George's neck with one hand, and smashed things frantically with his other huge hand, and with a wave of it, all the tables and chairs were almost smashed into powder. As if it wasn't enough, Sinai-sensei began to attack the ceiling made of white amber again, and the 10,000-year-old ceiling was smashed into a hole in an instant.

The huge palm was stuck on the ceiling, and Sinai howled and pulled out, but he couldn't do anything. She shook off the fat George and drew a cross ghost charm in the air with her normal hand, only to see a natural 'electric cross star cone' that flashed white suddenly appeared.

And poor fat George actually crashed directly into the wall and fainted.

Yang Marrow and Eugene hugged the pillar of the window, but their eyes were drawn to Sinai's actions, as they saw for the first time a soul that could summon weapons without the need for a soldier.

Generally speaking, each student of the Academy of the Dead will choose a weapon that suits their hearts according to the characteristics of their soul and the attributes of their Dharma Body, and put it in a weapon box made of the bones of Huashi monsters, but it is also rumored that some Dacheng have the ability to summon from different degrees.

Holding the 'electric crosshair', Sinai slammed into the ceiling like a crazy electric crosshair, and in an instant, the ceiling was like a minefield, and a powerful voltage was enough to wipe everything out.

Thanks to the fact that the Academy of the Dead was built on the sacred Holy Lion Mountain, it was originally a natural prison that imprisoned the soul's strength. It's to prevent people like Sinai Niloposhi from going berserk.

"Where's you, Teacher, are you very attractive?" Sinai muttered to himself, his eyes stabbed the ceiling again in a trance, and a thunderbolt of lightning exploded directly into the ceiling.

And this thunderbolt finally made Yang and Eugene realize that they must run for their lives!

"Hey, how can you kid run to death! Even if we are immortal souls, this Dharma Body is no match for the cold and warm vortex below the cliff. Yang Mian shouted dissatisfiedly, and his voice was deliberately suppressed to the extreme.

"Wait, wait, wait, I, I'm going to think about it, I'm going to think about it. But Eugene, this kid, turned into a stumble at this time, with a sad face and no way to come to the phallic marrow to jump over decisively.

"Stinky boy, by the time you think about it, the two of us will have already been slagged. In my opinion, it's better to go down!, did you bring that thing?" said the marrow, observing the situation in the room, and clinging firmly to the pillar with both hands, hoping that the mad woman would not see him.

It's a pity that the yang pith is ridiculously stupid, and the sudden breath is directly attached to his face. Such a close distance sends chills down the posterior ridge of the yang medulla.

"Hehehe!" The low laughter, the infinitely close ugly face, there is no doubt that Sinai's face is pressed against the cheek of the penalty, and the vibration of the terrible laughter makes the face of the penis twitch, and he speaks in great fear, "West, Sinai-sensei!"

And Eugene on the other side seemed to be frightened stupidly, and his mouth was open in amazement, unable to say a word.

"Yo hehe, Yang Marrow, you are my most proud student, how can you be willing to abandon me!" Sinai said to himself, the more than a meter long 'electric cross cone' in his hand was still crackling with blazing white electric light.

It is hard for the yang marrow to imagine that Sinai, who is dragging such a huge right hand, can be so ghostly. Delaying as much time as possible, Yang Essence hoped that he could divert Sinai's attention so that Eugene on the other side would have more time to escape.

The hateful thing is that Eugene's little imp seems to be so frightened that he is left staring at him with a pair of round eyes, and he can't respond.

"My good boy, the teacher will give you everything! Look! This is the 'Electric Cross Cone,' and the teacher will give it to you. Sinai handed the weapon he had cherished for many years to the Yang Marrow, and said in his mouth, "Come, take it quickly, Xiuxiu!"

Yang pith doesn't dare to take it, it's a weapon of the fairy system that has evolved, and ordinary undead will definitely lose once they come into contact. Under the impact of the three rings, not only the soul does not possess the body, but even the Dharma body needs to be re-poured.

"Mr. Sinai, you, I appreciate your kindness. The marrow smirked as well, trying to soothe Sinai's already shattered fragile nerves.

"Y-why don't you listen to me?" Sinai's hand holding the weapon slowly drooped, and even his head bowed, as if wrestling with loss and pain, repeatedly, "Disobedient children, are you all going to leave me to die?"

The tone of his voice suddenly raised, and he could no longer endure this torture, and Sinai suddenly exploded, and his huge hand slapped directly towards the marrow.

The loud sound of "bang" like an explosion resounded throughout the space, and the unbreakable window was shattered in an instant, and the hard salt crystal was reduced to nothing under the brute force of this woman.

At this moment, Eugene couldn't close his mouth anymore, and watched the yang pith fall into the abyss holding the pillar, but he couldn't do anything to hold back a weak voice in his throat for a long time, "Yang - marrow." ”