Princess Sets Poison Again

The crowd looked at each other instantly, and saw that Mo Beichen and Leng Yihan were supporting Bu Yangzi one by one, and Lan Yanyu was behind the three.

Everyone stayed for a while, as if someone said "the dean", but who was the speaker?

When Shijiu saw several people coming together, he immediately changed his face.

Elder Tu and Elder Yuan and others were aggressive. Did they just hallucinate just now? Who claims to be the dean? Mo kid? Blue God Doctor? Or the cold kid who doesn't talk?

Elder Zhong and Elder Ling were completely stunned. Isn't the dean of Fengshen here? Why did you suddenly come out of the dean?

Seeing that Bu Yangzi's face was weak and hobbled, the disciples couldn't help feeling distressed.

"Elder Bu really hurt?"

"It seems that Elder Bu is really not badly injured. No wonder he can't come to the game."

"Elder Bu, who attacked him, was really abominable."

"Does this have to be said? Elder Bu can't participate in the finals. Who benefits from it? Isn't it obvious?"

All of a sudden, everyone looked at Shijiu with hatred. The college was the most upright place.

The face of Shijiu suddenly felt a little ugly, but it was not good here.

Mo Beichen and Leng Yihan helped Bu Yangzi go to the high platform, while Lan Yanyu followed behind the three.

"Master." Baitan immediately stepped forward to take the cold and cold motion, and helped Mo Yangchen to sit down with Bu Beizi.

Leng Yihan walked to the high platform and looked at the disciples below. "Elder Bu was attacked late last night and was seriously injured.

Seeing Leng Yihan coming out to announce, Elder Tu slaughtered suddenly.

It turned out that the boy was the dean, and it is no wonder that the old man's attitude towards him was so different.

Murong Xuefei looked at Leng Yihan and frowned slightly.

Did so much happen last night? She didn't even know it at all.

Xiang Liyang and Murong Yan both looked dignified.

Even Master Xi ’s high-level practice hurts him. How high is the practice of the attacker.

Suddenly, Murong Yu and Xue Qingyu thought of the shadow. Is it that person? When did he collude with Shijiu?

Ren Tianheng also thought of that person, and a flash of hot light flashed in his eyes.

Everyone heard the words and whispered again.

"What does this mean? Is he the dean?"

"I just heard someone say 'this dean'."

"Isn't he the same person as Sister Murong? When did you become the dean?"

Shijiu's face became harder to look at once. He squeezed his fists, took a deep breath, and deliberately sarcastically said, "You should be Bai Yufeng's disciple, what qualifications do you have to announce here?"

Nowadays, it is difficult to ride a tiger by wine, even if he guessed the true identity of Leng Yihan early in the morning, he would never admit it.

Yan Junxian looked at Leng Yihan, his eyes flashed slightly.

She has always known that this person's identity is not ordinary, but did not expect that he should be the dean, but it is also the person who can make Bu Yangzi appear in person, she should have thought of it.

Leng Yi coldly glanced at the wine, and found a piece of transparent cold jade with the word cold on his arms.

"Lengjia Bingyu is here, who has any doubts?" The transparent Hanyu held up was glowing with a milky halo under the sun's rays, beautiful and inseparable.

Elder Tu saw the cold jade engraved with cold words and immediately knelt down without hesitation. "See the dean."

Shijiu's face turned white. Although he was unwilling, he could only kneel down.

Holding the Leng Jiabingyu is the President of Fengshen. This is something everyone knows, and he has to admit it.

When the disciples saw that the elders were on their knees, they all followed their knees.

"See the dean." The four words of respect resounded instantly over the entire Fengshen Academy.

The new dean has been in office for so long and finally formally met with you.

It turned out that the dean was always by their side. The three most mysterious people in Yunjing mainland, they have already seen two of them, so lucky.

In addition to Murong Xuefei, Murong Ye, Nangong Ying, Bai Ruyue, they did not kneel, and one person also forgot to kneel.

Cen Shufeng stared at Leng Yihan dumbfounded, eyes full of astonishment.

It turns out that he is the dean. No wonder he can come to Bai Yufeng at will, and he made a special trip for Murong Xuefei. Is that the person three years ago?

Cen Shufeng clenched his fists, his eyes full of jealousy and humiliation.

Why is he? Why is this man better than him?

Leng Yihan accepted Leng Yu and glanced at the disciples loudly. "Elder Bu will be thoroughly investigated for the late night attack. No matter who dares to collude with outsiders and harm the same people, he will abolish the practice and expel the college. Never tolerate. "

When it comes to the end, Leng Yihan slanted a bit when pointed at the wine.

When the wine suddenly sweated. Although he was panic-stricken, he could only bite his teeth and pretend to be calm.

Don't be afraid, there is nothing to be afraid of, they have no evidence to prove that it is related to him.

Elder Tu, they looked at the wine together and said loudly, "The Dean is wise."

"The Dean Yingming." The disciples agreed.

Leng Yihan turned his gaze back and said loudly again, "According to practice, I personally presided over the finals, and now the game starts."

As soon as Leng Yihan's words fell, the disciples there raised their drumsticks and drummed the drums.

The big picture is set. Shijiu knows that this duel can't run today. He got up and looked at Leng Yihan. "Bai Shi's nephew can play for the teacher, but I have a request."

"Say." Leng Yihan glanced blankly at Shijiu.

Shijiu looked down, coldly raised his lips, "Since he is playing for the teacher, I hope that the white teacher's nephew can only use the exercises taught by Brother Bu in this game."

Elder Tu and others frowned at the same time when they heard the words.

This man is still so insidious. The old Buddhism is nothing more than mysticism. He knows that Bai Yatou's spiritual method is powerful and restricts her to use spiritual method.

Bu Yangzi also frowned slightly. He didn't have no confidence in what he taught, but if she only used mysterious power, the girl would have no advantage at all.

Mo Beichen also frowned, and a heart lifted instantly.

Leng Yihan frowned and looked at Baiju, asking for her opinion. As long as she didn't agree, then he refused, and he didn't dare to say anything when thinking about wine.

When the **** looked or looked at the wine, he said at a glance, "Yes."

I can win him without flame tactics and sky fox **** roll.

When the **** promised, everyone's brows frowned even deeper, and they looked at her with anxiety.

Shijiu breathed a sigh of relief, with a smirk on her lips.

What he wanted was the result. He didn't believe she could beat him with mysterious power alone. The stinky girl wanted to fight him, and she was a little tender.

The **** was a bit tiptoe and took the lead on the stage.

Shijiu immediately resigned to the stage.

Baitan usually does superficial work. Today, she really doesn't want to pretend to be polite with Shijiu. When the gong sounds there, she immediately raises the heart-burning sword and attacked him.

Shijiu was naturally not polite, and immediately called Xuanming Sword to fight with Baiju.

Baiju's swordsmanship is very simple. There are no wasteful tricks, but they are practical and can be described as blood.

Her swordsmanship was taught by Bai Qiyuan, Bu Yangzi, and Mo Beichen, but it was different from any of them. She did not reinvent their swordsmanship. Instead, she absorbed the best of their swordsmanship. Then I merged my own things and created a sword technique suitable for myself.

Shijiu's swordsmanship is not weak, but it is very complicated. Often, the white **** wields three swords. The two men's battle fully demonstrated the advantage of Baiju's swordsmanship.

Especially today, the **** is full of anger, and his moves are more powerful than usual.

"Bang bang!" The two swords collided, bursting into a flash of fire.

The white raccoon's wrist flipped, and the heart-burning sword in his right hand fell to his left hand instantly, without any lingering thorns.

The **** changed direction suddenly, when the wine caught off guard, he quickly blocked his sword.

Before Xuanming sword met the heart-burning sword, the white **** suddenly split, the long sword stabbed, and slammed into Shijiu's calf.

"Ah!" Shijiu screamed for a moment, immediately kicked the heart-burning sword, and lifted the sword toward the beaver's heart.

The **** smashed directly on the ground, when the wine stabbed empty, and immediately became more irritable.

On the other hand, the **** was calm and calm, and she did not see any confusion. After hiding for a few moments, she quickly defended and attacked again. She stabbed Shijiu up and down and jumped down three or two times, and all the disciples underneath were enthusiastic.

"Bai Shimei is amazing!"

"Sister Bai is mighty!"

"Bai Shimei will win!"

The disciples shouted, and when they heard the wine became more impatient, all of a sudden the sword made a mistake.

The **** immediately seized the loophole and slammed his sword at his heart.

Shijiu instantly scared his face and immediately evaded his heart, but the sword tip with Mars still burned his chest.

There was a flash of fire in Shijiu's eyes, and he waved Baiju's sword angrily, and immediately lifted Xuanli and waved a palm at her.

Bai Tan's eyes were cold and he did not dodge. He also transported Xuan Li to fight with him.

"Boom" for a moment, two palms hit each other, and the two flew out together in an instant.

The raccoon stopped for a mere ten meters, and the blood on her chest made her face instantly turn white. She forced her mouth to swallow the sweetness in her mouth, but she couldn't swallow it.

"Oh!" Finally, the **** flying sky, like a sharp arrow with blood, stung Mo Beichen's heart instantly.