Moon Emperor

Chapter 87
"Su Yan! Where are you? Are you okay!" The voice of the proctor came from nowhere in the depths of the mist.

"Zheng Wenlong, I warn you, the gates of Qingcheng Palace are strictly guarded, if you dare to mess around, I will wait for you!"

Just as the middle-aged deacon was spinning around like a headless chicken, the mist suddenly began to slowly dissipate.

This moved him so much that he was about to cry, and he didn't know what the hell the fog was. He lost his way after entering, and couldn't even turn around and exit the No. Gui field.

The deacon had fired a communication spell into the air before, but the signal disappeared before it rose three meters high, which made it impossible for him to ask a real criminal to do it.

At this time, as the fog dissipated, the middle-aged deacon finally saw a "short" figure not far away.

He flew over in surprise and suspicion, "Zheng Wenlong! Immediately bind your hands! Where's Su Yan?"

When the flight arrived at the destination, the deacon couldn't help being stunned.

Su Yan who was standing in the pit was also a little embarrassed, covered in blood, he calmly took back the foot that was stepping on Zheng Wenlong, and "politely" stepped aside to salute.

"I have seen the deacon, Su Yan is fine."

"Uh, cough," the middle-aged deacon couldn't help coughing, "It's fine."

After he finished speaking, he didn't have time to inquire about the situation, and immediately jumped into the big pit.

The deacon could tell at a glance that Zheng Wenlong was critically injured and was on the verge of death. If he didn't take care of him, he would die.

Seeing this, Su Yan of course didn't stop him. He just retreated to the side of the big pit to meditate and adjust his breath. Although his injury is not too serious now, it is more of a sequela after burning blood.

But now the danger has not been completely lifted, and we cannot be careless.

Outside the martial arts arena, the onlookers didn't know what happened inside. After the silver-white beam of light went out, there was no movement from inside.

This also made the disciples in other examination rooms absent-minded, one by one slowly practice Tai Chi, and at the same time guard against the opponent's sneak attack.

Yu Yumo walked back and forth in the same place, while looking back, but he still couldn't see the figure of his brother.

Zhao Yan'er also frowned when she saw it, she murmured in her heart, don't really kill me
Xu Wei couldn't help but stepped forward, wanting to say something to Master Xingming.

But the real person just waved his hands blankly, and the words that came to her mouth could not be said no matter what.

In this situation where many people were discussing and waiting, suddenly, the situation in the field changed, and the thick black mist gradually dissipated.

At the same time, a voice sang from the sky outside the martial arts arena: "Headmaster is here!"

Everyone immediately looked up, such a stupid incident actually alarmed the head teacher, good guy, that Zheng Wenjun is dead.

In the direction of the mountain behind the main peak, a group of white auspicious clouds flew over without any hurry, without seeming eager at all.

Standing on the auspicious cloud is a group of true cultivators, dressed in either Taoism or vulgarity, their skin revealing precious luster and jade luster.

But the old man at the head looked much more ordinary, his green cloth robe was patched, and he looked kindly, like a wandering Taoist priest.

After these people landed, everyone saw that there was a young girl standing behind the head teacher.

This woman was wearing a long purple dress. She had a soft and charming face, her fair cheeks were flushed, but her eyes were watery, very clear and simple, like a girl who didn't care about worldly affairs.

Her skin is soft and soft, her figure is graceful, her waist is delicate, her chest is very plump, tall and straight, far surpassing that of women of the same age.

On her soft black hair, she wore a cloud temple with a beautiful face, and the gold jewels and jade on it swayed every step of the way as she walked down the cloud.

Such a fairy-like woman surprised many people with her temperament and appearance as soon as she showed up.

In terms of appearance, among the women present, it seems that only Ningying from Tianxiang Peak can compare with her.

In fact, there was also a female real person who came together, but no one present dared to disrespectfully include her in the comparison ranks, and dared not even think about it.

As soon as the head teacher and others landed, although most of them were attracted by the mysterious woman, they were cultivators after all, and they would not show any ugly looks. At this moment, they all saluted the elders together.

"Greetings to the head teacher, greetings to all the real people!"

The head teacher waved his hand, signaling to everyone that there is no need to be too polite, and behind him are three real people, Dongxu, Xuanping, and Yuzhen.

Obviously, apart from Xuan Yan and Gu Ningfeng who were in retreat, the elders who were watching the competition at the back mountain all came here at this moment.

Xing Ming just bowed slightly to the head teacher, without saying anything,
It was the woman in the purple dress who came forward gracefully and bowed to him, "Master."

Her voice is soft and moist, very nice.

Xing Ming, who has always been stern, showed a fatherly smile when he saw this apprentice, "Why are you here?"

This woman is one of the three most famous geniuses in Qingcheng Cave, You Rong.

At this moment, she raised her head, opened her eyes slightly and said: "I heard that something happened to Su Yan, and it happened that Xie Bingxin and Wudao were fighting right now, so I wanted to come and have a look."

Xing Ming frowned all of a sudden, "Do you know Su Yan?"

"Ah," Yourong seemed to have just remembered this, she immediately covered her mouth and lowered her head.

"Okay, okay," the head teacher came forward with a smile, "What happened? Why did the eldest disciple Ning Feng come to complain to me, saying that someone wanted to kill Su Yan?"

Xing Ming looked at Gui No. venue where most of the fog had dissipated, "It was a good thing done by a disciple surnamed Zheng from my peak. He had some old grievances with Su Yan, and he lost his head, and made such an incident in this quiz. "

"But it's all right now." Xing Ming pointed to several figures in the field, "Su Yan was slightly injured, but there is no serious problem; Zheng Wenlong failed to steal the chicken, but was severely injured by Su Yan."

The head teacher looked at the field, and the proctor deacon was walking towards this side with a bloody and lifeless figure in black on his back.

Su Yan obediently followed behind the deacon, he was covered in blood, even his face was splashed with blood, those who didn't know thought Su Yan was the criminal and Zheng Wenjun was the victim.

Other people outside the venue also widened their eyes when they saw this scene. What's going on? !
Is this Zheng Wenlong such a waste, he managed to get a cover-up, to attack the unsuspecting with preparedness, and to attack the open from the dark, even Su Yan can beat him to death?

Or is it that Su Yan is actually unfathomable, abnormally strong, and has hidden a deadly move?
Many disciples at the scene looked at me and I looked at you, and wanted to discuss with each other for a while.

But because the head teacher came, and there were several real people present, they dared not whisper any more, and only a few dared to use even the communication of spiritual consciousness, and most of them could only hold back.

(End of this chapter)