"What magic pill is it?

What's the use of this thing?"

Yang Feng glanced at it and said in confusion.

Lu Chengfeng did not answer, but his face was unprecedentedly solemn, and then he hurriedly shouted to the heavenly masters: "You guys, hurry up, go and see what's wrong with the competition on each Taoist theory platform?

If the situation is serious, stop it immediately!”

"Yes, Dean!"

After a steady nod, the heavenly masters left.

Lu Chengfeng was not negligent, and he flashed his body and disappeared.

In the end, only Yang Feng was left here, not knowing what happened.

However, although he had no idea, even Lu Chengfeng, who had always been indifferent, seemed to be facing a great enemy, he knew it was a big deal.

So, when he was free, he went to the various Taoist platforms to see how the poor students were doing. Maybe he still had the opportunity to give some advice and show his superiority, hehe.

However… “Hell Taoist Divine Art, Disillusionment!”

"The magical art of the human world, all worlds are coming!"

"The magical art of beasts, the divine shapes of hundreds of beasts!"

...There were loud noises bursting on the various Taoist platforms, and the terrifying fluctuations of the law spread over the nine heavens. Yang Feng glanced lightly, and was dazzled and almost dumbfounded.

I'll let it go, are these poor students cheating?

Didn’t we all learn only one magical skill seven days ago? Why did many people have only seven or eight sets of magical skills in such a short time, or even more than a dozen sets of magical skills in hand?

Especially since these people have learned all the six magical skills, I only have one way of heaven.

No, can you really learn quickly outside?

I've missed my homework and become a poor student?

Tickling his head, Yang Feng couldn't figure it out, but suddenly a black shadow flashed by, and a familiar face appeared in front of him.

Puff! A mouthful of red spit out, Wu Qiudao fell heavily on the stage, his face quickly pale, his lips sagged, and he lamented: "Fellow Daoist, I admit defeat, wuwuwu!"

Wow! But a gust of wind flashed, and the figure on the opposite side seemed to have not let him go, and said with a treacherous smile: "It's too late to admit defeat now.

The gods of hungry ghosts, soul-devouring and heaven-devouring!"

Ah! His body shook, Wu Qiudao let out a harsh howl, and then his eyes turned black, and his soul instantly shattered, as if blue smoke floated out of his seven orifices.

The man opposite smiled evilly, his eyes were full of ferociousness, but suddenly heard a light shout: "The Forbidden Technique of Heaven, time and space modification!"

Sao! The whole time and space were slightly shaken, and the man suddenly felt his soul dazed. Wu Qiudao, who had already disintegrated his soul, suddenly came back to life, blinking his confused eyes, not understanding.

Yang Feng walked up to him with a gentle pace, looked at the saint with cruel means on the opposite side, and said coldly: "All the heavens discuss the truth, nothing more than winning or losing. Xiao Wu has already admitted his defeat, and he still kills all the people like this. Do you two have a grudge?"

"By one against a hundred, the first saint, Yang Feng?"

When his body stagnated, the man couldn't help but take a step back with difficulty when he saw that it was Yang Feng's appearance.

Wu Qiudao's eyes lit up and he said happily: "Brother Yang, did you just save me?"

"Nonsense, you have paid homage to my dock. Who will cover you if I don't cover you?

But you have any grudges with this guy?

Why did he have to kill you?"

"I...I have no grudges with Saint Qi?"

Wu Qiudao was very innocent, shook his head, his eyes were confused.

Yang Feng frowned and looked at Saint Qi again and said, "This guy named Qi, my little brother offended you somewhere. Is it possible for you to take this harsh action on the Taoist platform?

If he made any mistake, I took it for him, what if?"

"Hmph, I haven't seen him a few times, I just want him to die."

ah?

The Saint Qi smiled strangely, and Yang Feng was stunned for no reason.

If this happens in the world, he can understand it. After all, there is a vast crowd, so why are there any scumbags and perverts?

But this is the Holy Land Academy, all of which are saints who have experienced hardships and practiced for thousands of years.

Even if you have the will to win or lose in the theory of heaven, it is impossible to be so perverted, right?

His feeling reminded Yang Feng of the demon cultivators in the lower realm, who were obsessed with it?

Taking a deep breath, Yang Feng's face suddenly sank and he said firmly: "If my little brother is really at fault, I can explain it to you with a pleasant look, but if you say that, then I, the eldest brother, will not be polite."

"That happens. I also want to see the strength of Saint Yang, hehehe!"

With a giggle, the Saint Qi jumped over and rushed towards Yang Feng, shouting: "Hell, Luo Tianda..." Puff! However, before he finished speaking, his whole body suddenly burst.

Blood sprinkled all over the floor, his limbs turned into powder, only his head flew into the air, and his pupils shrank incredibly: "How is that possible?

When did he make a move…” “Past!”

At some point, Yang Feng was standing leisurely behind him, without looking at the bloodstains on the ground, and said contemptuously: "Time and space are modified, I will go back to the past and break your body.

Your trick is in front of me, and you have no chance of winning!"

"Is this... the magic technique of Saint Yang?"

His face twitched slightly, but Saint Qi was still unwilling to accept it and gritted his teeth and said, "But it just shattered my body, but it still couldn't kill me. The demon body was reborn!"

"Time and space reincarnation!"

Puff puff puff... In an instant, this saint Qi walked on Zhao Tianba's old path, and his body gathered and dispersed, dispersed and gathered, and repeated over and over again, never stopping.

Yang Feng didn't look at him, but his face was calm and he thought carefully.

He finally knew why the old man Lu was so serious, because the saints in this academy had become very strange, so strange that they were quite dangerous.

Wu Qiudao gasped for a few heavy breaths, and dragged his wounded patient to Yang Feng with difficulty, and said gratefully: "Thank you, Brother Yang, for taking action, otherwise, I'm afraid I'll be scattered."

"Hi, nothing, it's all brothers, don't be polite!"

He waved his hand unconsciously, and Yang Feng's face suddenly became serious: "I said, brother, tell me the truth, how many magical techniques have you learned now?"

"Uh... Brother Yang, I am a Taoist, and I am close to the Heavenly Dao, so I have been pursuing the Heavenly Dao magic. But first, it is difficult to understand the Heavenly Dao magic. Second, my understanding is not as good as you, so until now, I have just realized a magical technique, the forbidden law of heaven and earth. I am really ashamed!"

"So, you've just realized one thing?

Then do you think I have learned more?”

“So many!”

When his eyes lit up, Wu Qiudao couldn't help but praise: "Brother Yang, you are a peerless genius. Your understanding can lead the entire academy."

"Fuck, if I lead the entire academy, why do those people use more magical skills than me?"

"Uh..." Wu Qiudao frowned, and his face was full of strangeness: "I don't know this. Seven days ago, everyone had only realized one at most, and some people had not even realized a magical technique.

But in just seven days, why did so many people master so many magical techniques at once?

Some of them are still magical techniques that are not compatible with their Taoist dynasty, which is strange."

"If something is strange, it will be a monster. Getting something you shouldn't have gotten is not necessarily a good thing."
Chapter completed!