MTL - Control The World-Chapter 408 The name of the court

In the air, Nie Feijian walked out with his hair on his head, staring at the crowd in the field.

Master Yuandanjing mastered the power of the rules and went wherever he went. Even though the two elders and others have the strength of the false Dan Realm, they can't even look up in front of him.

Han Lang's face changed drastically, and monk Yuan Danjing was also extremely noble in the palace. He grunted, and fell back a dozen steps.

"The courtyard ..." Xie Gongzi's throat seemed to be taken for a glance, and when he saw the person, his head was buried in the ground.

There are too many rumors about this man at Xijian Academy. Xie Gongzi once referred to him as his idol, but once again sneered at him. He said he didn't know what to do and how to deal with current affairs. But seeing this person at the moment, he was speechless.

"Master," Ning Wufeng forcibly squeezed a bit of tears and made a miserable look, but in fact he was really miserable at this time, and said, "You finally come back, otherwise your good disciples will be punished They are scrapped. "

He pretended to wipe his tears.

Huli blinked, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. Previously, there was a sense of righteousness, and the donkey's temper that looked at death was now like a child.

"Rest assured, there is a teacher to deal with at this time." Nie Feijian said coldly. The qualitative eyes approached the second elder, and the second elder just felt that there was a sharp edge behind him and he shivered.

"Is that you going to kill my apprentice?" His voice suddenly rang eight degrees. Under the power of his law, the second elder could not turn out any moth.

The second elder's face changed greatly, and his head was like a garlic, and he hurriedly said, "I ... I didn't mean it, you are not qualified to punish me."

In fact, although Nie Feijian was the Supreme Master of Xijian Academy, because of the events of many years ago, he almost suffered the destruction of Xijian Academy, so he swore to confess before Xijian Academy's ancestor.

However, because he is the only monk of Yuandanjing in the Xijian Academy, the position of the Supreme Court must be him. However, he felt ashamed of Xijian Academy, so he was determined not to interfere in the affairs of the Academy, willing to be the weapon of the Academy, and only shot at the critical moment of the Academy.

Over time, many people have gradually forgotten the existence of the Supreme Court of Xijian Academy.

The second elder was first taken by Nie Feijian's momentum, and then he became sober and straightened up. He looked up at Nie Feijian and said loudly, "Is the second elder of Xijian Academy diligent, is it wrong to teach a disciple? "

"Do you know who this person is? He is the father of the palace, responsible for gathering the Canglan Palace's power and reviving the glory of the Canglan Palace. How honorable is it! How can this kid offend."

The two elders felt that their statements were generous and justified.

Han Lang also straightened his waist and yelled, "Yes! This son is the man of the Hermitage. All of them are humble, and it is your honor to be able to attach to my Hermitage. Even if it is the Yuandan Realm, don't forget Show off your strength in front of my son! "

"Tell you, Yuan Danjing is nothing in front of Ben Gongzi!"

His face was full of pride and excitement. And Bing Lan was still kneeling on the ground, and her face could not help showing a terrified expression, apparently being deeply oppressed by Nie Feijian's momentum.

Nie Feijian's expression moved slightly, and his consciousness suddenly gathered into a sharp sword, pointing directly at the heart of Hanlang's eyebrows. Han Lang shuddered, and he knelt before Nie Feijian.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!" Han Lang burst into tears, tears shed.

The elders on the edge were even more shocked. He vaguely felt that today's Nie Feijian was so different from the usual incompetence that they could not just blame it.

After all, he is a powerful monk of Yuandanjing, the supreme court of Xijian Academy!

"Strict, the deity does not ask about the academy, not to make your group corrupt the reputation of the academy, bow to your knees, and please others!" Nie Feijian said coldly.

Every word was like a heavy hammer, banged heavily on the elder's chest, making him pale.

"Moreover, you dare to oppress the disciple of this deity today, don't you know where Han Ningfeng is?" He sang loudly.

The second elder shivered, how could he not know where Han Ningfeng was?

Han Ningfeng was a place where Nie Feijian grew up. From step by step, he nurtured monk Yuandanjing step by step. Then he used great means to build a cold pool and a Yangquan formation on the peak of Han Ning, forming a hole in heaven.

And Han Ningfeng is purely his personal thing and has nothing to do with the academy.

If it was usual, the second elder would definitely not touch Han Ning Peak, but today, Han Lang and Ning Wufeng and others had a dispute on Han Ning Peak. In order to perform in front of Han Lang, he ventured into Han Ningfeng.

"The villain, **** it, please the hospital to spare your life!" The second elder turned pale, kneeling in front of Nie Feijian, pounding his head like a garlic, banging his head with blood, and dared not heal with spiritual power.

"Just because you hurt my disciples today, the deity can't keep you!" Nie Feijian fired at the second elder with burning eyes.

I did not expect him to be such a short guard. Ning Wufeng suddenly felt warm.

"You ... you can't kill me." The second elder shouted in horror: "You promised not to kill the college again! You can't break your vow."

His voice was so harsh that he cut through the sky.

The corner of Nie Feijian's mouth raised slightly, and he chuckled, "Kill you, why do you have to do it yourself?"

With a volley in his hand, a hard earthquake shattered the fake elixir in the sea of ​​second elders. The second elder's face suddenly showed horror and screamed sternly.

For a moment, Qiqiao bleeds.

Jiao Danjing Xiu was abolished!

Hundreds of years of practice, instantly vanished!

Han Lang's face changed drastically, and Bing Lan also curled up, going backwards more than ten meters away.

Nie Feijian's eyes swept across the void and said coldly, "Since you are all here, you should hear what the deity said before."

There was a wave of void, and all the elders including the elder Sun and the chief of the academy appeared.

"Heard." Elder Sun smiled bitterly and nodded heavily. He motioned to the people to take the second elder down and deal with it.

"I don't know what else do you want to command?" Sword Spirit Academy said respectfully.

They vaguely foresee that the Iron Blood Academy is about to return.

Nie Feijian glanced across the crowd with a smile on his face and said lightly, "I Nie Feijian is back."

Nie Feijian is back!

Elder Sun and others looked at each other and fell to their knees.

"Welcome back to the hospital!"

Nie Feijian fell into the world for a hundred years, and the influence of Xijian Academy also continued. Although the elders were attentive, they were weak. Facing the imperatives of Liwangdian, he kept giving in.

In addition to people like the second elder who are trying to hold the thigh of foreign aid, more people still hope that the Xijian Academy will rise again. As the acupuncture needle of the academy, the role of Nie Feijian is extremely important!

Nie Feijian is about to revive the momentum of Sword Wash Academy today, Megatron Yuling City!

The bell rumblingly proclaimed that the Academy was around. All disciples in the academy worshiped at the figure in the sky.

Han Lang shuddered. He did not expect that the small sword-washing school would dare to violate the will of the palace. He trembled and said, "Do you ... do you want to rebel? The palace will not let you go!"

Nie Feijian's eyes were like electricity, and he chuckled coldly: "Han Palace and I Xijian Academy are one of the four veins of Canglan Palace. Obeying ancient teachings, Xijian Academy will only assist the descendants of King Canglan and become the obedience of the palace!"

"Yes! Revive the blue sky and glorify Zuguang."

"Reinvigorate the vicissitudes and glorify Zuguang."

The Canglan Palace is their eternal pride, not a cold palace!

Suddenly, a cold light, like electricity, broke into the void, surging with immense momentum. Actually another iron armored ship appeared.

The word "cold" on the bow of the ship shines with dazzling light, exuding a breathtaking momentum.

Han Lang was overjoyed and shouted frantically, "You're finished, here is my man in the palace! Haha."

The disciples of Xijian Academy suddenly became dignified, and all could not help being alert.

And Nie Feijian was still hunting in robes, standing in the air.

Ning Wufeng also came to him at this time, fighting with Master.

At this time, after the appearance of the iron armored spaceship. After a while, the two light beams came at the same time.

The other two of Canglan's veins.

Yunling City Lingbao Pavilion and Luoling City Thousand Ghost Sects. These two second-class forces do not have iron armored spaceships, but for the legacy of the Cang Lan King, they still came.

It turned out that these days when Nie Feijian disappeared, it was to unite these two second-class forces against the coercion of the palace.

"Brother Ye."

"Brother Fu."

Nie Feijian Jianmei stared aloud, dozens of people came down from the two stern lightships. The two headed by them are even more eye-catching. They just stood in the midst of the sky lightly and faintly.

One of them had a cold face, with a faint hint of evil, and there were many ghosts all over him. Ning Wufeng was just a glimpse of the glory, and suddenly felt the wailing in the sea, screaming endlessly.

Yuandanjing Monk!

He immediately relented and stopped looking at the man. The cold, middle-aged man glanced at him in surprise, but he did not expect that the monk in the spirit world was sober from his situation so quickly.

In contrast, the other person seemed to speak a lot. He was born rich, had a big belly, and had a faint smile on his face.

Ning Wufeng immediately discerned who the two were.

The middle-aged man entangled in ghosts is Ye Ling, the Qiangong suzeraint of Luoling City, a rare monk who is proficient in ghosts.

The rich middle-aged man is the master of the Lingbao Pavilion in Yunling City, and the monk Yuandanjing. It is said that this man is an extremely difficult person who is proficient in natural arithmetic.

Fu Dahai laughed, and said, "Brother Nie, it really is the glory."

Ye Yan looked quiet and hummed quietly.

Three pulses have arrived, and the iron armored spaceship that arrived early opened suddenly, and a dazzling aura burst into the sky, exuding a breathtaking momentum.

The three of them joined together in the Hermitage.