Liang Qiyuan stood up. Kick

There was a hint of solemnity on his face.

Looking at the old man with the spiritual light in his hand, he stretched out his hand and whispered, "Give it to me." ”

Master Han actually summoned him during the trial, what was the matter?

He also paid attention to the battle on the side of Mountain Fourteen, and also appreciated the use of bluestone war golems.

Whether it is a war puppet or a battle armor, they are all means of combat.

Although the temporarily refined war puppet cannot last, it is cheap, and it is very combative.

At least, without Master Han making a move, a group of sixth-level and seventh-level trial disciples held the fourteenth mountain range. Kick

This kind of method cannot be said to be unruly.

Leung Kai-yuen is a fair and principled person.

If Master Han really broke the rules, he wouldn't be indifferent.

He also believed that with Master Han's strength and personality, he would not disdain to cheat in such trials.

It's like a billionaire who would tarnish his image for the sake of a source coin's 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 that the spiritual light turned into a light curtain. Kick

In the light curtain, Zhao Qiyang's hair was a little unkempt, and he was still holding a piece of semi-refined spiritual material in his hand, which must now be a waste spiritual material.

"A trial of the early yang level, the entrance level," Zhao Qiyang's eyes seemed to be about to reveal fire, gritted his teeth, and stared at everyone in the hall: "Call me twice in a row." ”

"I'm the dean, are you using it to play monkey?"

He shook the scrapped parts in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "The chalcedony broken moon stone of 300,000 source coins is so wasted!" ”

Not to mention the trial of the early yang level, it is the trial of the scorching sun level, Zhao Qiyang doesn't care.

Even if it was a trial of the Casting Yang level, Zhao Qiyang, as the dean, did not pay attention to every one.

He is a god-level powerhouse, and he is a powerful power that runs rampant throughout the galaxy universe, how can he have time to pay attention to small trials? Kick

Today is good, a trial of the early sun, he was summoned twice!

The dogs weren't so tired.

The old man who summoned him trembled and hurriedly spoke: "Dean, Liang Qiyuan is playing favoritism, he shielded the No. 14 mountain range and didn't say anything, and now that Gao Zhengtai is killed, he doesn't care." ”

"Killing Gao Zhengtai's disciple is obviously a violation."

Turning his head, he looked at the other rulings: "Your colleagues can corroborate that I, Zhao Zhijin, will never say half a lie." ”

Zhao Zhijin's words were loud.

Leung Kai-yuen's favoritism is obvious to all. Kick

All the rulings nodded slightly.

Zhao Zhijin breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at everyone gratefully, and then turned his head to look at the dean with a look of hope.

For a long time, the dean of Zhuyang College has been known for his impartiality, honesty and majesty.

He believed that the dean had only been deceived before.

Blinded by Liang Qiyuan.

Now, when the dean sees the facts, he will definitely uphold justice.

"Gao Zhengtai is not only a descendant of the Gao family in Tuyuan City, but also a ninth-level armor master, he should have a bright future." Kick

"Lord Dean, you see, that He Yang is going to kill another ninth-level imperial puppet master again, he is really rampant-"

Stretching out his hand to point 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 make a move, in front of the dean, and kill a genius elite of Zhuyang Academy.

Let the dean see how vicious He Yang is.

It made the dean's heart ache and watched an elite being killed.

When the time comes, see if the dean is angry or not, and see if he will punish Liang Qiyuan. Kick

In the light curtain, the long knife in He Yang's hand was raised again, and then slashed.

A terrified Du Tang wanted to escape, but he crashed headfirst into a tall war puppet.

"Spare your life—"

Du Tang's voice turned into a whimper.

Because the palm of the tall war puppet was directly inserted into his chest.

Bloody.

This kind of ruthlessness made all the trial disciples who were watching around change color. Kick

Those disciples who followed Gao Zhengtai and Du Tang were all trembling at this time, looking at He Yangsun nervously and frightened.

If this one makes a move, they are afraid that no one will be able to escape!

With the power of one person, he can control the double ninth-level battle puppet armor, and killing two ninth-level soldiers is like chopping melons and vegetables.

Who can resist such strength?

The few people around Nalan Moran were all full of joy on their faces.

I really didn't expect that the son of Nalan who followed his own family could have such a strong big brother.

As for those who stood not far away, those who followed Nalan Moran before, and then betrayed them, they regretted it extremely at this time. Kick

"Is that him?" Zhao Qiyang, who was in the light curtain, muttered and turned his head to look at Zhao Zhijin.

"That's it?"

Zhao Zhijin hurriedly said: "Not only that, but there is also someone on the fourteenth mountain to deliver a message to Liang Qiyuan. ”

"I intercepted this message, but there is a secret language in it, and I can't decipher it."

Zhao Zhijin spread out his hand, and the golden light in his palm flew towards Zhao Qiyang.

With a hint of pride on his face, he said loudly, "It is forbidden to transmit information between the trial disciples and the adjudication teachings, this is a matter of breaking the rules. ”

This time, the stolen goods were obtained, and it will be seen how Liang Qiyuan can defend himself. Kick

Sure enough, hearing Zhao Zhijin's words, Zhao Qiyang's expression changed.

Raising his hand to summon the spiritual light into the light curtain, Zhao Qiyang's expression changed rapidly.

"Humph!"

"It almost broke the big thing!"

Zhao Qiyang raised his hand and waved, and the golden light flew down in front of Liang Qiyuan.

Liang Qiyuan stretched out his hand to take it, and the expression in his eyes turned solemn.

"I'll leave it to you here," Zhao Qiyang looked at Liang Qiyuan and said in a low voice: "Hold here, I'll go to the City Lord's Mansion." "Tsunda

After saying that, his figure dissipated directly.

Dean, gone again.

In the main hall, there was silence.

Liang Qiyuan held the spiritual light, slowly turned his head, and looked at Zhao Zhijin.

"I almost broke a big deal by you."

He moved and left the main hall.

In the main hall, everyone looked at each other, and their faces were confused. Kick

What's going on?

Zhao Zhijin's expression changed and turned into a decadent Tang Dynasty.

"Hehe, colluding, I am lonely......"

Shaking his head, he sat down on the seat and smiled dismally: "After this trial, I will leave Zhuyang Academy." ”

The other adjudicators looked at each other, but didn't speak.

In the light curtain, Liang Qiyuan had already flown straight into the fortifications of the No. 14 mountain range.

Is this a cover-up or a cover-up? Kick

It's too dark.

In the midst of the fortifications, Liang Qiyuan's expression was solemn, and when he came, he hid his breath and tracks, except for Han Muye, no one knew that he was here.

At this time, he looked at Han Muye in front of him.

Han Muye was holding a pale black sword fragment in his hand.

"Based on this thing, you can deduce that there is a big force that is not good for the trial, and it is not good for Casting Yang City?" Liang Qiyuan stared at the small fragment and spoke in a low voice.

"Inference?" Han Muye's eyes fell on Liang Qiyuan, and the fragments in his hand flew out and landed in front of him.

"What other secrets can a piece of refining fragment have in front of the refiner?" Kick

Han Muye's voice was calm.

Liang Qiyuan took the fragment and wrapped it in the Dao Dao aura in his palm.

"The fragment broke within three months, and there was a void force erosion in it."

"This shows that it is indeed in the void."

"There is the power of Fengyuan Fire in the fragments, which is the unique refining method of Fengge City and Liang Xu City."

"The sword weapon is shattered by colliding with a powerful force, at least at the god level."

…… Kick

Liang Qiyuan not only whispered, but his expression became more and more solemn.

"The fracture of the fragment can show the strength of the battle puppet, the moves of the shot, and the habits of the puppeteer itself."

"The overall strength of the power behind it can also be seen in the material of the refining weapon."

Han Muye added a few words.

Liang Qiyuan held the fragment and nodded: "Looking at it like this, someone is indeed trying to play a conspiracy. ”

"This is a conspiracy against Casting Yang City, and the trial may just be an introduction, just in time."

"If you look at it like this, it doesn't have to be Fengge City, then it may be—" Tsuna

"Liang Xucheng."

Looking at Han Muye, Liang Qiyuan spoke: "What the dean means is that we should not make any changes here, and we can't give up the trial to alert the other party." ”

Han Muye nodded.

Indeed, if you give up the trial directly, it will make the other party realize that something is wrong.

Now there must be many strong people in the void quietly watching this place, and their every move is observed.

"Master Han, these disciples are innocent."

"They are disciples of the Casting Sun Academy, and we can't use their lives as bait." Kick

Liang Qiyuan took a deep breath, and there was a glimmer of light in his eyes.

"When it's time for the trial, I'll make a move."

"You help me and take them away."

Although Liang Qiyuan is a god-level, he mainly studies refining weapons, and his combat power is not too strong.

But if he watched those disciples being slaughtered, he couldn't do it.

Seeing Liang Qiyuan's resolute expression, Han Muye waved his hand, shook his head and said, "Forget it, I'll solve the matter here." ”

"You don't care." Kick

His words made Liang Qiyuan stunned.

With a wry smile, Liang Qiyuan nodded: "Then please master it." ”

He Liang Qiyuan is indeed too far behind in front of Master Han.

Since Master Han said that he didn't care about it, then he didn't care.

With his hands arched, he moved and disappeared into the fortifications.

Back in the Judgment Hall, he still has something to do.

"Gao Tianjin, you go to find Feng Jiutian and let him come to see me." Kick

"Tao is certain, go and let He Yang come."

Han Muye's voice sounded.

Outside, Gao Tianjin and Tao were certainly stunned.

Who is Feng Jiutian?

Beyond the ninth-level existence, the young city lord of Fengge City.

He Yang is a powerful man and a top figure among the armor masters.

How can these two seem to be able to breathe and drink in the mouth of their own captain? Kick

Although his own captain is level nine, he is only a refiner.

The ninth-level refiner is in front of the ninth-level imperial puppet master and the armor master, and people are afraid that they will not look at it squarely.

"Don't go yet." Han Muye's voice sounded again.

Gao Tianjin and Tao certainly glanced at each other and walked away quickly.

Anyway, what the captain of his own house says is an order, and he can't help but go.

The others also heard Han Muye's words, looked at each other outside the fortifications, and whispered in a low voice.

They were very curious if Gao Tianjin and Tao would be directly beaten back. Kick

After a while, Feng Jiutian, wearing a red battle armor, flew away.

He glanced at the fortifications and stepped straight in.

"Feng Jiutian!"

"It's really coming!"

"Look!"

There was an uproar outside the fortifications.

Many people pretended to lean on the fortifications and set their eyes on Feng Jiutian. Kick

Feng Jiutian walked into the fortifications with a smile on his face: "Senior Brother Han, come to me—"

Before the words fell, his complexion changed dramatically!

On Han Muye's side, a black war puppet flew out, raised his hand and pressed it on his shoulder with a palm, and then threw it directly!

This war puppet, he knows it!

This is a war puppet that is so powerful that it can be defeated at the god level!

The figure was thrown out, and what Feng Jiutian thought in his heart was, what did he do wrong and 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 he flashed to the side.

"Smack-"

A bolt of light slashed down, slicing his foothold to pieces.

He Yangsun, who was holding a long knife in his hand, had a fierce expression, and his eyes revealed murderous intent.

"Senior brother, are you going to kill him?" He Yangsun looked at the fortifications.

Outside the fortifications, there was a sluggishness. Kick

What's the situation?

Feng Jiutian, who was so powerful that he was boundless, was vulnerable in front of his own captain.

He Yang, the elite among the elites, seems to be the head of his own captain at this time.

This script doesn't seem right......

"He Yang, I'm giving face to my senior brother." Feng Jiutian snorted coldly and turned his head to look at the fortifications.

"Senior brother, what Feng Jiutian did wrong, you can make it clear."

"Even if I die, I want to die." Kick

His words were crisp.

But these words made everyone outside the fortifications confused.

Feng Jiutian, who was so powerful, didn't even have the courage to fight with his own captain with all his might.

"Gather all the trial disciples, and with this place as the center, all the refiners will refine the battle puppets, at least the battle puppets that will resist the first blow of the saint-level."

"Feng Jiutian, you will understand the next strange beast tide."

"Maybe, you'll be the first to die."

In the midst of the fortifications, Han Muye's voice sounded. Kick

He Yang turned around and left.

Feng Jiutian's expression changed, and he nodded, "I understand." ”

He's not stupid.

It must be that something happened to the alien beast tide.

Outside of the fortifications, there are constantly trials from all sides that have been brought in.

He Yang made a move, and the double ninth-level battle puppet battle armor swept away, and no one could stop it.

At this time, he showed a strong and terrifying appearance. Kick

Nalan Moran commanded all the disciples he had gathered and began to refine various war puppets and mine the surrounding spirit ores.

Coming from a big city family, he is familiar with these things.

Feng Jiutian led more than a hundred refiners to stand in front of Han Muye.

"What we have to do is to refine a war puppet that can resist the saint-level beasts."

Han Muye's words made all the refiner disciples change color.

"Senior Brother Han, we only have six or seven levels, how can we refine it-" Before a black-robed disciple finished speaking, he heard Han Muye whisper: "Then you will die." ”

Die! Kick

If you can't refine a battle puppet that can resist the saint-level, you can only die!

Everyone was shaken.

Feng Jiutian's eyes narrowed, and he said in a low voice: "What does Senior Brother mean, the next wave of strange beast tides, there will be saint levels, and even, a lot. ”

"So you gathered us all here to save everyone."

All the people in the trials are here.

Melt your own golem armor!

How can it be! Kick

This is his own life, how can he be smelted!

The armor masters and puppet masters next to the fortifications are all discolored.

"My puppet and armor have been handed over to Senior Brother."

He Yangsun's voice sounded.

One ninth-level battle armor, two ninth-level battle golems, three eighth-level battle golems, two eighth-level battle armors, five seventh-level battle armors, and five seventh-level battle golems all fell in front of those refining disciples.

These battle puppet armors alone are worth tens of millions of source coins.

Someone else's armor or puppet is constantly changing parts, and then slowly increasing the level. Kick

How could such a person have so many war puppets in his hands?

The net worth of this one person can be equal to the net worth of most of the people present, right?

It was Feng Jiutian who turned his head in surprise at this time and looked at He Yangsun.

This guy seems to have more money than himself.

He, the young city lord of Fengge City, was actually compared to him.

"Hand over my armor too."

"Also, I also have a Saint-level battle armor, the core of a Saint-level war puppet." Kick

Feng Jiutian shouted, he felt that he couldn't lose in momentum.