Zhao Qiyang, the dean of Zhuyang Academy, is a person who can't rub sand in his eyes.

Back then, he had personally stepped forward to drive out the junior of a god-level powerhouse in Zhuyang City from the academy.

He is a god-level powerhouse that is difficult to find in the world, or a god-level desolate desolation, and he is not afraid that anyone will dare to retaliate.

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.

Those rulings all had smiles on their faces, and there was a hint of schadenfreude on the look of Liang Qiyuan.

Even if the dean is not punished this time, I am afraid that he will be scolded by the dean.

The dean of the professor is very important to the dean, and he was trained by the disciples all the way back then.

This time, the head teacher is destined to be unlucky.

He cheats for personal gain, and everyone here knows it clearly and sees it.

"Dean, here's the list on Ridge Fourteen." Liang Qiyuan's expression remained unchanged, and he shot out a spiritual light, and then displayed it in front of the light curtain.

Above that spiritual light were indeed the names of all the people in the fourteenth mountain range.

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 stiffened 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 in the next moment, the light curtain dissipated directly.

Dean, don't care......

The dean, who is just, fair, and selfless, who can't rub sand in his eyes, turns a blind eye to the fraud of the teaching master!

All the rulings opened their mouths wide, watching the scene, at a loss.

Dean, how can you not care?

"It's all gone." Liang Qiyuan's voice sounded.

The judges bowed their heads and turned around.

Gotta take a break.

The adjudicator's face changed, and he finally shook his head and turned back to his place.

What else?

The dean doesn't care, what can they do?

On the fourteenth mountain, who is there who Liang Qiyuan wants to shelter?

Everyone was extremely curious.

Ahead, above the vast curtain of light, the trial battle of the seventh day was in full swing.

The black-winged lark covers the sky and the earth, enveloping the surrounding space.

On every mountain, there were trial disciples who formed a team to shoot with all their might.

The ninth-level powerhouse Gao Zhengtai was wearing battle armor, flew forward, and slashed horizontally with the long knife in his hand, cutting a black lark's body in half.

Behind him, there are all strong men with a strong fighting spirit, whether it is a puppet master or an armor master, they are all extremely strong.

A knife blocked the lark that was pressed down by the flying claws above his head, and Gao Zhengtai turned his head and looked at the mountains not far away.

"That kid from the Nalan family is about to run out of it, right?"

He sneered, and his eyes revealed murderous intent: "Dare to get so close to Yan Ke'er, it's like looking for death."

Hearing his words, the other black-armored man also snorted coldly: "Yan Ke'er is a rare female teacher in Zhuyang Academy, who is disrespectful? This Nalan ink dye is too bold."

On Gao Zhengtai's side, everyone else also showed dissatisfaction.

On the mountain range in the distance, Nalan Moran had already struck with all his might, a spear in his hand, harnessing the battle armor, and sweeping all the black-winged larks in front of him.

"Stop this wave, there aren't many larks left." Nalan Moran whispered.

Behind him, the tired armorers and puppeteers gritted their teeth, barely fending off the massive lark attacks.

It's pretty much the same on all the hills.

Everyone is holding on to their best, waiting for the end of this wave of beast tides.

If it's a little easier, it may be a real powerhouse like Feng Jiutian, who can guarantee that he will not be defeated in front of this strange beast.

And, of course, the fourteenth

Mountain.

On the fourteenth mountain range, more than a dozen huge bluestone battle puppets protected the surrounding space.

Black-winged larks who dared to come were beaten by their raised arms.

The defense of these war puppets is not high, but the attack power is strong, even if the body is shattered, there are war puppets that quickly make up in the rear to protect the position.

In this way, the Imperial Golem and Imperial Armor in the rear only need to run those one-off war puppets, and they don't have to worry about anything.

This kind of battlefield is the most relaxed.

"When—"

The afterglow of the sunset is endlessly beautiful.

Flying larks flew towards the cracks above the sky, and then disappeared into the distance.

The sky, which had been obscured, was now high and vast.

"Finally, it's gone,......" someone fell to the ground with weak legs, gasping for breath, enjoying the joy of the rest of his life.

"Woo, gone, all gone......" Someone knelt on the ground and cried bitterly, the surrounding mountains were empty, and the original figures were all over the ground.

On the fourteenth mountain, those bluestone golems waving their arms slowly stopped.

Many people showed pity on their faces.

"We still have half of our puppets left, so why don't we leave?" Someone muttered, looking back at the war golems piled up in the fortifications.

The refiners made it with all their might, and only half of the assembled war golems were lost, and if they continued to fight, they could hold out for most of the day.

Under the mountains, the bodies of larks are lying there, which are all extremely good refining materials.

The feathers, muscles and bones of the lark are all important joints that can be used to refine the body of the war puppet.

"Clean up the battlefield and continue mining spirit ore."

"Harvest the spiritual materials and prepare the fire refiner."

Han Muye's voice sounded.

No one on the entire battlefield opened their mouths and went straight into the state.

The puppeteer takes his contract beast and goes to mine the refined iron ore.

The armorer went to carry the bluestone.

The refiners all came out, dragged back the big birds covered in black feathers, and began to collect useful spiritual materials.

In the fortification, Han Muye held a black piece of iron in his hand, and his eyes were full of light.

He had obtained the piece of iron from a black-winged lark.

It was a fragment of a sword.

There was still a trace of memory on the fragment.

Seldom.

I only saw countless black armors, and a powerful puppeteer.

These people shattered the blockade in the void, and then gathered all kinds of strange beasts.

From these pictures, Han Muye saw the shadows of ninth-level, saint-level, and even god-level beasts.

Not much, though.

In other words, in the next trial, it will not be the seventh- and eighth-level alien beasts that will come, but the ninth-level, saint-level, and god-level.

Under the invasion of such a powerful beast, I am afraid that the trial disciples will die.

"Phoenix Song City?"

A glimmer of light flashed in Han Muye's eyes.

There is Fengge City, and there may also be other big cities.

Turning his head, he looked in the direction of the ruling in the distance.

Neither Leung Kai-yuen nor other rulings sensed this crisis.

"Forget it, I'll give you a personal favor."

Han Muye whispered softly.

Raising his hand, a golden streamer flew in the direction of the Great Hall of Judgment.

……

Nalan Mo was covered in blood, panting and leaning against the cliff.

The trial disciples behind him were also exhausted.

Fortunately, there are many injuries, and the loss of souls is great, but there are no real falls.

Those trial disciples who followed Nalan Moran were all happy in their hearts.

"Senior Brother Nalan, are we going to clean up the battlefield and prepare quickly?" A trial disciple with some tattered armor walked over and spoke softly.

Although everyone knows it, even if it

It is impossible to clean up the battlefield now, and with their strength, it is impossible to resist the tide of the next round of alien beasts.

"Cleaning up the battlefield......" Nalan Moran looked up and looked at the two mountains in front of him.

Over there, it seems that someone turned their heads and looked this way too.

"Clean up the battlefield, and in a quarter of an hour, we'll retreat." A smile appeared at the corner of Nalan Moran's mouth.

Withdraw?

Where to retreat?

Everyone looked at each other and hurriedly began to collect various materials.

In less than half an hour, they began to quietly withdraw from the hill and walk towards the side of the mountain.

"Boom—"

After only ten miles of exit, a golden sword qi slashed down, shattering the war puppet exploring the path ahead.

A seventh-level imperial puppet master's face turned pale, and a mouthful of blood spat out.

"Defense!"

Nalan Moran let out a low cry and flew up, with a solemn expression on his face, and the long knife in his hand was raised.

The golden armor shrouded the body, and the long knife struck a blow to block the sword light that cracked down again, and Nalan Mo Ran shouted, "Du Tang, are you looking for death?"

Du Tang.

The elite among the trial disciples, a ninth-level imperial puppet master.

A black-armored long sword battle puppet stood in front of Nalan Moran's body, and not far away, several armor masters protected a young man wearing thin armor.

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Some people retreated in a panic, and some people gritted their teeth, their faces full of anger, and they wanted to advance and retreat with Nalan Moran.

It's just that there are many people who retreat, and there are only five people who are really willing to be with Nalan Moran.

"You, trying to kill me?"

"Do you know who I am and what my background is?"

"Do you know why Yan Jiaoxi treats me differently?"

Nalan Moran's expression on his 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 Void City, Yongming City."

"What's more, you're not the true core disciple of the Nalan family."

"Your father was born in a small town in the middle of the wasteland."

Gao Zhengtai's voice was loud, and his face showed disdain.

"The background of the wasteland also dares to climb the big city family."

"With such a family background, you Nalan Moran is embarrassed to move out and talk about it."

Gao Zhengtai's words made the trial disciples around him smile.

The disciples who had followed Nalan Moran before, who were a little apprehensive, also showed a relaxed look at this time.

"It's true that Nalan Moran is really a great family born in the Void City."

"I was deceived by him, just this bit of ability, this bit of background, and arrogance."

The chaotic words came, and Nalan Moran's face remained unchanged, but he raised his hand and pointed at Gao Zhengtai.

"You're insulting my father when you say that......

Gao Zhengtai sneered: "Your father is also worthy-"

"Big brother, he insulted our father!" Nalan Moran shouted.

Eldest brother?

Father?

Everyone was stunned.

However, in the next moment, everyone felt their hairs blow up!

A murderous aura will instantly envelop everyone present!

"Who!" Du Tang's face was solemn and he let out a low voice.

The answer to him was a long golden knife.

"Boom—"

From the mountains in the distance, a thousand zhang sword light swung down!

The sword light directly shattered several armor masters in front of Du Tang, and then crackled the war puppets that flew in front of him, causing Du Tang to vomit blood and retreat.

With one sword, break the ninth-level armor master!

What people!

Gao Zhengtai was just about to fly up when he was pressed by a golden fist in front of him.

The fist, with its golden light, slammed into his shoulder, shattering his armor.

He Yangsun, who flew down, had murderous intent in his eyes.

The blue-gold ninth-level battle puppet protected his side, and the golden battle armor on his body shone with a halo.

"Big brother." Nalan Moran shouted.

All around, there was a sluggishness.

Rank 9 Battle Golem, Level 9 Battle Armor!

He Yangsun's face did not change, his body moved, and a long knife in his hand slammed towards Gao Zhengtai's head.

Gao Zhengtai was already defeated, and at this time, looking at the light of the knife, his face was pale.

"I, I surrender—"

He wanted to surrender, but He Yangsun didn't bother at all.

The long knife was cut down, and Gao Zhengtai's body was directly smashed.

A ninth-level powerhouse was killed like this!

This knife came down, and everyone looked stupid.

It was Nalan Modye, and he also shrank his head in fear.

In the distance, all the rulings in the hall stood up.

"This is, He Yang!"

"He's violated!"

"Gao Zhengtai has already said that he surrendered, and he can't be killed again!"

Everyone turned their heads to look at Liang Qiyuan on the side.

Liang Qiyuan's eyes fell on He Yangsun in the light curtain.

He Yangsun.

The lord of the He family in Tacheng.

The spokesperson of Master Han.

Worth......

A lot.

A lot.

A lot.

"Gao Zhengtai shouted late." Liang Qiyuan waved his hand.

Late for shouting?

The reason for this......

In the main hall, there was silence.

"I knew that you Liang Qiyuan had selfish intentions!" An old man in black armor raised his hand, and his palm was filled with golden light.

"Someone on Ridge 14 sent you a message."

"This is evidence, I don't believe the dean can shield you this time."

"I'm going to summon the Dean!"