Yi Shuihan's body trembled slightly, tears flowed out of his eyes, and his previous attention was all on Feng Guanyang, and he didn't feel anything. At this time, the pain swept in, and I couldn't help but shake in front of my eyes.

But his footsteps still did not stop in the slightest, because he knew that the White Tiger Spirit would not last long, although the White Tiger Spirit was not the slightest bit different now.

With a flash of "whoosh", the Ice Spirit Sword flew back into his hand, and I don't know when Yi Shuihan's sword sealing technique was lifted, and Feng Guanyang's gourd lay quietly on the ground.

"I'm sorry, I'm going to sacrifice you, I really can't help it?"

Looking at the white tiger spirit in front of him, Yi Shuihan gently raised the sword in his hand, and the sword body burned with crimson flames.

Yi Shuihan felt a little guilty, this kind of emotion was something he had never had in his seventeen years of life, he had not been in contact with anyone before, how could he talk about guilt.

"Presumptuous. ”

Just as Yi Shuihan raised his sword to slash, a loud bang sounded in Yi Shuihan's brain, and the sound of buzzing in his brain was everywhere, and the severe pain instantly caused his whole body, and the blood of his eyes, mouth, mouth and nose slowly flowed out, shaking like drunkenness, and finally slumped on the ground.

This is a kind of spiritual attack, somewhat similar to the mournful ghost cry of the undead, but this voice is upright and deep, without the misery and treachery of the undead ghosts.

"Master, it was he who killed my brother. After a night, the voice of the young female scholar rang out.

In the direction where the voice came, a pair of middle-aged men and women appeared in front of them, both wearing light gray robes and white silk scarves on their heads, looking like a lively teacher. The man is a middle-aged man, his appearance is quite handsome and chic, and the woman looks very young, with a beautiful face, giving people a feeling of extreme coldness, and behind the two is a young female scholar.

Yi Shuihan shook his head violently, wiped the blood from the corners of his eyes and looked at the three people standing not far away, and a sense of powerlessness instantly hit his heart. "It's still here, is it still in vain to fight until this time?"

The female teacher looked at Yi Shuihan's appearance, and said with a slightly gloomy expression: "Senior brother, what was the true fire of the sun just now?"

The male teacher on the side also looked at Yi Shuihan and said, "It should still be a young flame, otherwise it won't be suppressed by me." ”

Hearing this, the female teacher didn't I accidentally opened my mouth and said: "At a young age, it is already extraordinary to summon the young flame, is it a vein of Zhenlong Temple Prison?"

"Shouldn't it be that if you are a disciple of Zhenlong Temple, how can such a talent not be guarded by a protector?"

"Poof!" With a muffled sound, Feng Guanyang rushed out of the tiger's belly, although his clothes were still complete, his face was still pale and his breathing was disordered. Looking at the two people in front of him, there was no wry smile.

"I didn't expect it to be Jun Daoyou Shi Daoyou coming, so that the two Daoyou smiled. So saying, he bowed to the two of them.

Looking at the embarrassed statue of Feng Guanyang in front of her, Shi Mengjie, who was touched by the female teacher, said softly: "Feng Daoyou is polite, for the sake of a few disciples, I can't help but bring such trouble to Daoyou." Shi Mengjie looked at Feng Guanyang in front of her, and her voice came out slowly, and she couldn't see any emotion at all.

"Feng Daoyou's identity and background, have you found out?" Another monk surnamed Jun smiled faintly, his eyebrows raised slightly, and his eyes flashed with indifference and disdain.

Feng Guanyang could naturally feel Jun Moyan's mocking eyes. But in the same way, when did he look down on the other party? But because of his fear of Haoran Academy, he never dared to show the slightest.

Turning his head to look at the young man who was still sitting on the ground, his clothes were ragged and bruised, but he was really defeated by the other party.

"If you guessed correctly, he has the inheritance of Feng Hua's predecessors, and he is a disciple of the Yin Yang Sect. Feng Guanyang didn't say anything, but transmitted the voice to Jun Moyan.

Listening to Feng Guanyang's words, Jun Moyan's eyes froze, and he turned his head to look at Ren Yi Shuihan, with a hint of greed in his eyes, but it was covered up again in the blink of an eye.

Although the greedy expression was only fleeting, the keen Feng Guanyang still found out, and couldn't help but regret that he shouldn't have said anything about Feng Hua.

Shi Mengjie naturally also discovered the abnormality between the expressions of the two, but she was dusty by nature, and she was dedicated to the Tao, so she naturally didn't care.

"Are you a disciple of the Yin Yang Sect?" Jun Moyan said to Yi Shuihan, but his eyes were looking at the Ice Spirit Sword in Yi Shuihan's hand, the sword was seven feet long, the water blue sword body, the flowing water ripples, and the tiger soul was also hidden in it, it must be the Ice Spirit Sword.

Yi Shuihan looked at Jun Moyan in front of him, and the long sword in his hand was clenched tightly, he was opposite him, and naturally he could see that Jun Moyan's eyes had been staring at the Ice Spirit Sword in his hand.

"Yes, I am Yin and Yang.... ”

"Hmph, when the young people see the family teacher, they still dare to use the blade in their hands. The young female scholar looked at Yi Shuihan and was still holding the blade in her hand at this time, and couldn't help but interrupt Yi Shuihan's words.

"Qi'er, don't be unreasonable!" Shi Mengqi turned her head to stop the young female scholar, but the doting look in her eyes was undoubtedly revealed, obviously the young female scholar was the teacher in her mouth.

"Suzu...... Suddenly, there was a violent sound of bells, and the sound was crisp and moving. Hearing this bell gives a refreshing feeling of revival in the morning.

Seeing the ringing of this bell, the expressions of everyone in the audience changed greatly, and no one in Haoran Academy had looked forward to this bell ringing for thousands of years, but this bell had never sounded in the slightest.

Shi Mengjie hurriedly released the bell, the leisurely bell sound has been echoing in the field, the bell is small and lovely, and the complicated lines on the bell body look very simple.

The bells rose and fell in the air, like a drunken man who could not find his way back. After shaking like this for about half an hour, the bell flew quickly to the outside of the field.

Chen Haoyue watched the bell fly straight towards her, and couldn't help but be a little flustered, and fell backwards from time to time, falling to the ground. Looking at the bell floating in front of him, he found that this bell didn't seem to have any ill will towards him, so he was less flustered. Listen to the warm sound of the bells. He had the courage to reach out and grab it, but the bell was really caught without the slightest sign of resistance.

Looking at the bell in her hand, Chen Haoyue couldn't help but feel a burst of joy in her heart. At this moment, a cool breeze blew, and it was dark in front of me. Looking up, Shi Mengjie was already standing in front of him at some point.

His expression was not at all as cold as before, and there was even a hint of fiery color in his eyes.

Originally, I just wanted to come out to take a breath, but I didn't expect to encounter the Zhiyuan Holy Body, Shi Mengjie first muttered to herself. Then he asked the young scholar with a pleasant face, "Who do you live there?"

"Senior, my name is Chen Haoyue, and I have no home for a long time. Chen Haoyue looked at the woman in front of her who was so kind to her, her heart was slightly relieved, and she said truthfully.

"I see that you are extremely talented, would you like to join my Haoran Academy? This academy is one of the five righteous schools, and there are countless students in the academy, and there are all kinds of cultivation practice cheats, and there are countless magic weapons. Shi Mengjie was anxious at this time, and her words trembled a little, all because the Zhiyuan Holy Body was too important to Haoran Academy.

"Senior, are you mistaken? I was judged to be unable to cultivate since I was a child. Although Chen Haoyue said this, there was a hint of brilliance in her eyes, which was the light of longing.

"Nonsense, this sect's Fa Yuan Ling has been measured, you are a thousand-year-old divine body, how can you not cultivate?" Shi Mengjie looked at Chen Haoyue and said excitedly, her voice was much louder because of her excitement.

"Senior sister, don't frighten Xiaoyou. Jun Moyan looked at Shi Mengjie and said with a frown. "Little friend, don't panic, Haoran Academy, I think you should know a thing or two. As long as Xiaoyou joins our hospital, with Xiaoyou's talent, you can be the same generation as me as soon as you enter our hospital, and the hospital will do everything to help you cultivate. Jun Moyan looked at Chen Haoyue, showing kindness.

Listening to Jun Moyan's words, Shi Mengjie couldn't help but be stunned in her heart, looking at Chen Haoyue's blank look at this time, she knew that she was too anxious.

"Can I cultivate?" Chen Haoyue muttered to herself in a low voice, as if muttering, as if considering.

Over the years, he has lived in a Xiuzhen family, and he can't cultivate because of his special physique, so he has been bullied at home, if it weren't for his talented sister, I'm afraid he would have died a long time ago.

"Okay, senior, I'll join the academy. Chen Haoyue didn't hesitate too much, he came out of his home to look for a cultivation method, and now that he has found it, he naturally has no reason to give up.

Yi Shuihan watched from the sidelines, he didn't know what the Zhiyuan Holy Body was, but he could see that this should be very important to Haoran Academy, and when he thought of Chen Haoyue's determined look, he couldn't help but cry bitterly in his heart.

When Jun Moyan saw this, he was in a good mood, and turned his head to look at Yi Shuihan on the side, and the greed in his eyes was undoubted. "This little friend, if you killed my disciple of Haoran Academy for no reason, I'm afraid this matter will not be so simple and confused. ”

"Junior, a disciple of Yi Shuihan Yin Yang Sect, I have seen my seniors. Yi Shuihan slowly stood up and bowed to Jun Moyan and Shi Mengjie.

"Are you a disciple of the Yin-Yang Sect?" Shi Mengjie couldn't help frowning when she heard this, seeing that this son's cultivation talent is amazing, if it is really a disciple of the Yin-Yang Sect, things will be much more troublesome. was thinking about how to deal with it, but Jun Moyan's voice came from his ears.

"Senior sister, don't worry, Brother Feng has already told me that this son is insidious and vicious, don't be gullible, just hand it over to Senior Brother. ”

Shi Mengjie turned her head to look at Jun Moyan on the side, doubts rose in her heart, but she didn't say anything. If it weren't for the disciple's repeated pleas, she would never have taken care of it, and if she could stay out of it, she would have done it for herself.

"Brother Feng told me just now, but Xiaoyou said that he was a disciple of the Yin Yang Sect, but no one would believe it?" Jun Moyan looked at Yi Shuihan with a smile in his mouth, Feng Guanyang had already told him that Yi Shuihan could not confirm his identity.

Yi Shuihan could almost conclude now that Jun Moyan was greedy for him. Haoran Academy has always attached great importance to cultivating gods, Yi Shuihan didn't understand why he was greedy for Feng Hua's sword inheritance, but he knew that he didn't have the slightest power to fight back now.

"I have a block token that should confirm my identity. As he spoke, he took out the token that Tang Yi had left behind.

Looking at the token in Yi Shuihan's hand, Jun Moyan's face couldn't help but change greatly, first in shock, and then in endless anger.