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Zhengyang Academy is a real giant Fu Academy, and its vice president is not comparable to the vice president of Yang Huo Academy, which can be described as the difference between cloud and mud, one in the sky and one underground.

Dean Baichuan and Dean Lei Guang had seen this person from afar in Zhengyang Courtyard, but they didn't even have the qualifications to come forward and speak.

Now that the vice president of Zhengyang Academy has arrived, how can they not be afraid.

Vice Dean Zhengyang came after the gray-clothed meditation, in order to stop his arrogant behavior, this couldn't help but surprise Dean Lei Guang, so that he had someone to protect him. One of his own arms should be saved.

Moreover, this is not an opportunity to get to know Vice President Zhengyang, who has no way to make friends, but today he personally sent it to the door. Compared with Dean Baichuan, Dean Lei Guang had an advantage, and at the end of his trip to Zhongzhou, he sent a gift to Guò Tian Wei, and in the impression of the vice president, he should have left his name.

Sure enough, the vice dean of the golden robe turned around, glanced at Dean Lei Guang, saw that there was a faint thunder and lightning around him, and said, "You are Lei Guang Academy?"

Dean Lei Guang hurriedly bowed down and said, "Yes." ”

The vice dean of the golden robe nodded lightly, and then said, "You step aside first." He looked at the gray-clothed meditation again, and his intention was clear: If you still want to make a move, you must pass me first.

The gray-clothed meditation cultivator said indifferently: "It doesn't matter if someone supports me, or if I borrow courage, since I have arrived here, I don't want to go back empty-handed." ”

After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and lifted it, and the rosary hanging on the palm of his hand floated up, sixteen, each of which bloomed with golden light, and then he stretched out his hand and patted it, and the phantom of the rosary of the house radiated out, and it was printed towards the vice president of the golden robe.

And the golden robe vice dean pushed his palm forward, and around the palm, there were Dao runes spreading out, like vines suddenly blooming in the void. The surging spiritual power converged towards his palm, and countless sharp breaths condensed out, and thousands of sword blades converged again, becoming a golden sword more than ten zhang long, and the golden sword swallowed the edge, and collided with the rosary phantom in an instant.

There was a loud bang, as if the space was about to collapse, and it seemed to shake everyone's hearts, and the cultivators who were watching turned pale and couldn't help but be shocked in their hearts.

Looking at the collision between the golden sword and the rosary phantom, the spiritual power was extremely violent and chaotic, and the tenacious void had a tendency to be unbearable.

"The realm of longevity!" both of the two men who fought narrowed their eyes.

The realm of longevity is divided into three major realms: lower, middle and upper life, and each realm is divided into the distinction of small success, large success and consummation.

Dean Baichuan and Dean Lei Guang are the realm of Shangshou Xiaocheng, and compared with the realm of Dacheng, the gap is clear at a glance.

The gray-clothed meditation cultivator pulled the four fingers of his palm, took back the prayer beads, and immediately grabbed the beads hanging around his neck, which also lit up with brilliance, and the golden light carried some red light, although it was the same attack, but the breath that erupted was several times stronger, like the sun lit up in the sky, which made people dare not look directly.

And the golden-robed cultivator's eyes showed a look of jealousy, and the rune array he sacrificed finally began to appear, and the part that was revealed had exceeded all of the rune array under the Luojiang Ground Steps, such a level of rune array, under his strong spiritual power, completely operated, and the golden sword condensed could almost pierce the sky.

The rosary and the golden sword collided again, and the power of the burst increased several times. The other cultivators had tried to stay away as much as possible, and had condensed their shields to reduce their shock.

What made them stunned was that the collision between the rosary and the golden sword was not as simple as a terrifying sound, it actually tore through the void, causing pitch-black cracks to appear in the space within a radius of a hundred zhang, which looked shocking. The cracks were full of cutting breath, making people feel cold in their necks, and the power of devouring erupted from the pitch-black cracks, swallowing all the chaotic spiritual power.

Since both of them were in the air at a height of 100 feet, the spatial rift torn out by the battle almost affected the prohibition in the Land of Trials, making the prohibition shield light and dark for a while.

Dean Baichuan stiffened his head and hurriedly shouted: "Two seniors, don't fight each other first, don't ruin this place of trial." ”

The gray-robed meditation cultivator and the gold-robed vice dean looked at each other and snorted coldly, but did not continue to make a move. After a while, the torn crack slowly closed and gradually returned to normal.

Although the gray-clothed meditation is not from Shuzhou, and he doesn't care about any place of trial, he knows that the hidden harvest here is left by many Zhongzhou cultivators, and he has respect for those fallen cultivators. The Vice Dean of the Golden Robe was going to put the fault of destroying the place of trial on the head of the meditation, but the thought flashed and gave up. While blaming others, you can't get rid of it, so why bother.

The vice president of the golden robe spoke: "You will return to Chanzhou here, and Zhengyang Academy will not be blamed for the past. ”

The gray-clothed meditation cultivator said coldly: "It's a good one, and I don't blame the past. He stretched out his hand and pointed at Dean Lei Guang, who was hiding in the distance, "I want to hurt him, can you completely protect him?"

This sentence sounds very familiar to others.

The face of the vice president of the golden robe changed, and he reprimanded: "You are a dignified master of Zen Prefecture, and you still can't fight to the death?"

"Stalking, you say?"

The gray-clothed meditation cultivator's face also sank suddenly, "When did outsiders dare to comment on Mingguang Temple like this?...... Could it be that Fu Zunyuan sent an envoy to say to you, 'The people of Mingguang Temple are withering, and they are not as good as before'? ”

The Vice Dean of the Golden Robe did not respond, but the fact was probably that the person from the Fu Zun Academy had indeed said something similar.

In fact, this matter has not yet reached the point of alarming Fu Zun, but Zhengyang Yuan reported to the higher Fu Academy, that is, Fu Zun Academy. Fu Zun Yuan sent a man down and made the above decision.

Mingguang Temple is indeed so withered that the large and small forces have lost their sense of awe. Just ask, how much can a Fu Academy or sect with tens of thousands or tens of thousands of disciples be afraid of a force of only two or three people?

Under the eyes of the gray-clothed meditation, a moment of sadness and reminiscence emerged, "The second generation of disciples of this temple, if it is not for the fall to only one person, how can it be so ......?"

"But is it going to be looked down upon because of this?"

In his eyes, the misery was replaced by a thick ridicule, and there was an irrefutable fanatical worship, "Why do there need many people in Mingguang Temple!"

With a wave of his gray-clothed meditation sleeves, he was just despised by others, and he didn't know where he got the honor?

Just when the atmosphere was silent, someone suddenly spoke: "Senior......"

The situation was already at a stalemate, and when someone spoke, it naturally attracted all the attention, but when everyone looked at it, it was actually a mere Ning Dan. When did such a small repair also have the right to speak and dare to speak?

Didn't you see it? Even if Dean Baichuan wanted to speak, he was cautious.

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