"Don't participate?" Zimu was very surprised when he heard Lu Ping's sudden change of mind.

"Yes." Lu Ping nodded. He did not tell the truth to Zi Mu. It was related to the safety of Zhaifeng Academy. Being more cautious is not harmful. It is not the situation he wants to take revenge, so he agrees with Long Shu's idea and will naturally support it with all his strength.

"What happened?" Lu Ping didn't say that Zi Mu couldn't help but wonder. Lu Ping he had seen was not stubborn, but he was not a person who could easily change his decisions.

"The situation at the academy is a bit complicated and I can't leave easily." Lu Ping said.

"That's it... I have to send the news back to the college as soon as possible." Zimu said with some regret. He knew Lu Ping's current identity as the dean of Zhaifeng College, but he did not understand it very much. To be honest, this kind of dean's identity may not be as good as an ordinary four-sectarian. Beidou College undoubtedly values ​​and favors Lu Ping, but Lu Ping seems to be more concerned about the mountain college where he came from. Zimu really doesn't understand this idea.

Even so, he didn't say much about it. He just considered that Lu Ping would not allow himself to be leisurely here if he didn't participate. He did not witness Lu Ping's style in the battle of Seven Star Valley, but later he heard about it, so he knew the importance of Lu Ping. The news that he would not go would have to be sent back to the college soon so that the college could have more time to adjust its strategy and make up for the gap in this huge combat power lack.

"I'll set off right away!" Zimu was about to leave immediately.

"I'll give you." Lu Ping followed and sent Zi Mu out of Zhaifeng Academy. Zi Mu felt a lot of melancholy, and he felt a little more and more. He didn't know if the two of them would meet in the future. When he waved his hand to say goodbye, he almost burst into tears.

Lu Ping knew what was going on, so he was naturally very calm and composed, but this was his usual appearance, and Zi Mu naturally didn't notice anything.

When he saw Zi Mu away and returned to the dean's office, Long Shuo was no longer there. However, he was sitting in his dean's seat, with his legs raised high and placed them on his desk. When Lu Ping came in, he just raised the corner of his mouth, but his body did not move.

Not to mention Zhaifeng Academy, even if the entire Xiafeng District is so arrogant in front of Lu Ping, there is only one Yan Xize. Lu Ping didn't care about his appearance, but just asked casually: "What are you doing?"

"I said, there is nothing you can teach me in your academy!" Yan Xize said carelessly.

"Then why don't you leave?" Lu Ping said.

"I just don't understand why Yan Xifan could stay here for four years. Do you know what the result was when he stayed here for four years? When he returned to Luocheng, he was not even the maid who served him before, and he threw away the Yan family's face." Yan Xize said.

"I think others are very good." Lu Ping said.

"What's the use of being a good person in this world?" Yan Xize finally put down his raised legs and stood up from his position.

"If people are better, they won't be thrown out of the window." Lu Ping said.

"Take it out of the window?" Yan Xize was stunned for a moment, and when he saw Lu Ping approaching him quickly, he immediately reacted.

"You dare!" As soon as he said this, Lu Ping had already pressed him in front of him and directly thrust him with one hand.

Yan Xize, who only knows his father's name, is really like an ignorant playboy. But at this moment, what flashed in his eyes was unusually sharp. His body quickly retreated, and his right hand fell to the left side of his body. There was nothing on his waist, but his right hand made a stance to draw his sword.

His speed was not much slower than Lu Ping. When Lu Ping stepped forward, his right hand, which seemed to be just a false sword drawing, had already lifted up, and a soul-power rushed towards Lu Ping like a knife.

Very strong!

Lu Ping was in a state of hearing all the time in the battle. There was no blade in front of him, but in his ears, the power of the soul that Yan Xize exuded empty hand made the sound of breaking through the air from a fast knife, and it was sharper than all the blades he had ever seen.

But Lu Ping did not dodge or avoid, and continued to move forward, directly facing the blade.

Yan Xize showed a look of surprise on his face, but he did not stop. The blade gathered with the power of soul hit Lu Ping like this, and Lu Ping had already stood in front of him.

Snap!

The desk behind Lu Ping suddenly broke into two pieces, and a stream of dust suddenly splashed on the white wall several meters away, revealing a deep half-cut.

The other half was cut off by Lu Ping, so he used his body to cut it off hard without evasion. His clothes were cut open, but the flesh inside was not scarred at all.

"Stop!" Seeing that Lu Ping was about to continue moving forward, Yan Xize hurriedly shouted.

Lu Ping stopped and looked at him.

"I'll do it myself." Yan Xize said, turning around, crashing into the window without hesitation, and falling out from the sixth floor of the Zhaifeng Tower.

The sound of the broken window alarmed many people. In the voice, a figure fell straight from the window of the dean's office. A few seconds later, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground echoed throughout the college, but the sound did not sound like a person smashing the ground, but it didn't sound like a person smashing the ground.

Countless heads poked out from the windows of each house of Zhaifeng Tower, and then they saw Yan Xize leaning straight down there, and the ground under him was like a spider web, sank deeply.

Countless heads followed and looked up again. Lu Ping stood there in the broken window of the dean's office, and was also looking at Yan Xize directly below.

"Young Master." A figure suddenly fell to the edge of the pit, looking at Yan Xize in the pit, and shouting respectfully.

"Old Wang." Yan Xize replied, then stood up, and waved his hand to flick the dust on the bullet vest.

"What are the instructions for the young master?" Lao Wang asked.

"Can you kill him?" Yan Xize pointed to Lu Ping above.

Lao Wang suddenly looked embarrassed and said embarrassedly: "I'm afraid this old slave can't do it."

"Where is my dad?" Yan Xize asked again.

"Maybe..." Lao Wang said very uncertainly, obviously not very confident.

Yan Xize took a deep breath, looked up, looked at Lu Ping, and suddenly raised his hand and waved it.

"Let's go." he shouted.

"No," said Lu Ping above.

"Let's go Lao Wang." Yan Xize said.

"Where is the young master?" Lao Wang asked after him.

"Leave first."

"yes."

The old and the young came to Zhaifeng Academy without staying for a few days and left like this. Everyone didn't know what was going on, but they saw Lu Ping still standing at the window of the dean's office.

A very powerful knife.

Lu Ping watched the old and the young walking outside the academy, and inside his body, the soul-loving soul was still busy with energy to suppress the power of the sword.

If he had weapons in his hand, he would not be able to resist this knife like this. Lu Ping thought to himself, but then he shook his head again.

Ordinary weapons can't bear the power of soul condensed like this, and even ordinary divine weapons are unable to do so. So that guy's waist is empty, right?

Lu Ping couldn't help but think of the figure that he had only had time to glance at on the lonely peak behind the college a year ago.

Long hair dancing, black clothes roaring in the wind, and knife hanging around the waist without sheaths.

There may be only one such knife.

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Chapter completed!