"As a star king, according to the rules, does the Eight Desolation Courtyard have to comply with my request?" Su Changan said.

As soon as these words came out, the faces of everyone present became ugly again.

But the matter has come to this point, and the hook-nosed old man can only bite the bullet and reply, "Yes." ”

"That's good. Su Changan suddenly laughed, and his knife pointed at Du Hongchang again, saying, "I want him to fight with me!"

"This request is very precious, you can ask the Eight Desolations for a lot of things, exercises, weapons, and even elixirs that can improve the realm. You have to think about it!" the hook-nosed old man's eyes stared straight at Su Changan, and said word by word. The hint of threat in his tone was understandable to everyone present.

"I'm just coming according to the rules, can't I?" Su Changan glanced at the old man and said. He didn't seem to understand the old man's words at all.

But Su Changan is such a person, if you want to be reasonable, I will reason with you. If you want to talk about the rules, I will tell you the rules. And because of this, although he is not good at words, he can often make people speechless.

"Junior, you are looking for death!" The hook-nosed old man finally became really angry, today he faced Su Changan again and again for the only remaining trace of face in the Eight Desolation Courtyard, but he didn't want this kid to be ignorant of good and bad, and blindly oppressed people. He is not a kind person, and he has been deflated again and again in front of many juniors, and at this moment he can still suppress the anger in his heart.

As soon as his words fell, a surging momentum rose from his body, and everyone around him was shocked by the aftermath of this momentum and retreated, and even the magnificent hall of the Eight Desolations seemed to tremble at that moment.

And Su Changan, who was at the center of this momentum, was even more pressed by this majestic force and knelt directly on the ground. He used his knife to pestle the ground, trying his best to stand up, but the spiritual power fluctuations emanating from the old man's body were really terrifying, and Su Changan's terrifying spiritual power was like a drop of water in the vast ocean compared to him. He couldn't even resist, and just holding on to his body had exhausted almost all of his strength.

"Boy, if you give in now, admit your mistake. I can spare you this time for the sake of your uncle's ancestor. The hooked nose looked at Su Changan, who had become white, and the anger in his heart finally subsided a little.

"What was wrong with me?" Su Changan raised his head and said, his voice trembling a little, but not because he was afraid, but under the pressure of the spiritual power of the hook-nosed old man, even such a simple action as speaking also required his great strength.

Xiahou Shuyu was directly shocked back a distance of several meters by the spiritual pressure of the hook-nosed old man, if she hadn't used her spiritual power in time, I am afraid she would have fallen to the ground in embarrassment. But she wanted to get close to Su Changan again, but she couldn't, the spiritual power of the hook-nosed old man seemed to form an invisible shield in the air, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get close to Su Chang'an's range of five meters. She was in a hurry, and she couldn't care about the identity of this hook-nosed old man, so she directly scolded loudly: "Yin Shan is turbid! Don't deceive people too much!"

Yin Mountain is the real name of this hook-nosed old man. He is one of the deans of the Eight Desolations Academy, although he is not a star, but he has been in the Soul Guarding Realm for more than thirty years, and he is also a master of some fame in Great Wei.

Yin Shan Xun was born in a reckless manner, and was a death row prisoner exiled to the border in his early years, and later made great contributions in the campaign against the barbarians and obtained a pardon. It was also regarded by the president of the Eight Desolations Academy at that time before it was admitted to the hospital, and now although time has passed, the nature of the country is easy to change, and the momentum has not diminished back then, but it has become more and more intense. In recent years, although he has not done anything evil in Chang'an City, he often fights with people because of quarrels. How could such a person stop because of Xiahou Shuyu's angry scolding?

"Too much deception?" Yin Shan Xun glanced at Xiahou Shuyu, and said contemptuously: "The old man is the disciple of Dai Yuheng and his old man, how can it be said that he is a deception?"

He naturally knew Xiahou Shuyu, but the Great Wei Dynasty seemed to be a country and a peaceful country on the surface, but the leaders of the two major factions, the imperial court and the academy, the Holy Emperor and Yuheng, were all dying. There are several princes vying for power in the imperial court, and there are many academies in the academy, such as the Eight Desolation Academy, coveting the throne of the first academy in the world. This bustling Chang'an city is actually undercurrent.

He just didn't buy the face of this Great Wei Princess, how could the Holy Emperor, who was too busy to take care of himself, blame the Eight Desolations for this matter?

As for Yu Heng, anyway, sooner or later, he will have to tear his face with Tianlan Courtyard, and at this moment, he will teach Su Changan a lesson first, and it is not indispensable to test Yu Heng's bottom line.

Thinking of this, he left behind the last trace of concern in his heart. His left hand turned into a claw and slapped straight towards Su Changan's Heavenly Spirit Gai.

Su Changan clearly felt the cold aura contained in that claw, and knew that if he was slapped by this claw, although he would not die, his cultivation would inevitably be damaged, and even some kind of hidden disease would be left. In the worse case, he may also be caught by the divine blood in his body and take the opportunity to seize control of his body.

Although the consequences were so serious, Su Changan still had no way to move his body, even if it was just a thumb. Compared with Yin Shan Xun, Su Changan was still too weak, he could only watch that claw continue to expand in his pupils, but he couldn't do anything.

The people present were a little unbearable to turn their heads, they were initially resentful that Su Changan sat at the top of the star list, but later, Su Changan used his strength to prove that he deserved to be the top of the list. The people's opinion of him changed, although they didn't like him much, but they didn't dislike him as much as they did at first. At this moment, seeing that Yin Mountain is turbid and bullying the small, the compassion in his heart will inevitably shift towards Su Changan, so he can't bear what Su Changan is about to suffer.

Seeing that Yin Shan Xun's hand and claw were less than half an inch away from Su Changan, Su Changan could even smell the faint smell of blood coming from Yin Shan's Xun's hand.

"Old puppet!" a shout came from outside the hall.

Although the person did not arrive, a knife turned into a streamer, cut through the rich night outside the hall, and blasted through the door of the main hall inlaid with gold and jade, with the sound of the howling wind, straight towards the turbid face door of the Yin Mountain.

Yin Shan Xun was shocked in his heart, the power contained in that knife made his heart palpitate, he didn't dare to face the edge, hesitated slightly, pointed his toes on the ground, and his body retreated a few steps back.

I only heard a loud bang, and the knife fell impartially in front of Su Chang'an, that is, where Yin Shan Xun was standing just now. The sword was surrounded by purple thunder and lightning, and it was stuck diagonally on the ground, like a king looking down on all beings.

Yin Shan Xun stared at the knife and was silent, but it was not difficult to see from the gloomy look between his eyebrows that he was not in a good mood.

Before everyone could recover from this sudden change, the knife suddenly made another knife sound, as if it had been summoned by some kind of summons, and the knife suddenly rushed out of the ground and flew towards the entrance of the main hall. The crowd looked for the trail that had been drawn in the air.

Da!

It was a soft sound, but it was very clear in the silent hall at the moment.

Riding boots, which had been black, appeared at the entrance of the main hall, and then a hand reached out and sheathed the knife.

At this time, a figure finally appeared in front of everyone.

It was a man, his hair was scattered, he was wearing a gray ordinary cloth coat, the stubble at the corners of his mouth seemed to have not been taken care of for a long time, it was messy, and his appearance was extremely ordinary, and there was no surprise in the slightest. But there was a flash of brilliance in his eyes as sharp as his knife. As he walked along, his boots clattering against the planks laid on the ground, echoing through the empty hall for a long time.

"Is that you?" When he saw the appearance of the person who came, Yin Shan's face became solemn. This swordsman who was born in the same era as Mo Tingyu had few opponents among his peers more than ten years ago, and now that he has returned from the Western Regions, how strong is he?

Yin Shan Xun didn't know. But from that stab just now, he already understands that this is an opponent who needs his full strength.

The man ignored him, he walked up to Su Changan and picked up Su Changan, who was half-kneeling on the ground and sweating profusely.

Su Changan felt that his body was light, and the spiritual power that had just been pressed on his body like Mount Tai collapsed in the man's gentle support.

Su Changan raised his head a little weakly, looked at the man in front of him, and showed an extremely ugly smile on his face, he said intermittently: "Senior Chu Chu, you are here"

"Stop talking, get some rest, and I'll take care of the rest. Saying that, he handed Su Changan to Xiahou Shuyu, who was full of anxiety beside him, and said softly to Xiahou Shuyu: "Take good care of him." I'll take you home in a moment. ”

Then, he drew his knife, and the purple electric light on the knife traveled back and forth like a fierce dragon and evil dragon.

"The mountains are cloudy. His voice suddenly became cold, like a thousand years of ice on the Tianshan Mountain. "Let me try, how many pounds do you have as the director of the Eight Desolations. ”