Chapter 43 Acting
"I know one of them is resting in the dormitory without class today. I will take you there."
Director Ou opened the door and was about to take Fang Ling away.
"What about Manyun and I?" Lin Tianyang asked immediately.
"Go and notify other teachers to stop the pursuers behind. Don't let Xiao Fang Ling's plan be ruined."
"She definitely didn't come alone. Even if she is so stupid, the city lord is not stupid."
After saying that, Director Ou took Fang Ling and took a shortcut towards the teacher's dormitory.
In the teachers' dormitory group, he banged on the door of a small courtyard.
"Hua Changshou, come out quickly. I have something urgent to do with you."
A bald-headed soul master with a broad shoulders and a muscular body, wearing clothes that were not neat and tidy, walked out of the house with a yawn.
"Vice dean? I remember I have no classes today?"
Director Ou said: "It's not about class, I need your help with a little something."
"Come, let me tell you..."
At the same time, the only way to enter the academy.
The two parties are in a confrontation.
The college side was headed by a chubby old man with black hair and purple eyes.
After being possessed by the martial soul, it looks like a large humanoid wild boar, with dark black bristles like steel needles, thick rough pig skin, and two long fangs exposed from the mouth.
The five best-matched soul rings on his body show that he is a soul king.
He is Liu Yueban, the director in charge of combat teaching in the college, and a friend of the dean. He has watched Lin Tianyang grow up.
His genius apprentice, the fighting genius of the academy, was in trouble, how could he not take care of it?
Lin Tianyang and Schuman Yun stood behind him.
There were more than a dozen Soul Sect teachers who also showed their soul rings to block the way.
There are also some Soul Master teachers who are constantly coming.
If you dare to come to the academy to take revenge, forget it if you are very strong, they will endure it.
But what is the City Lord’s Mansion?
The dean's men were defeated.
How dare you send someone to break into the academy?
The leader of the city lord's mansion is also a five-ring soul king.
Vermilion feathers cover the whole body, with long sharp claws and a sharp beak.
What is striking is the bald patch on his head, which is as bright as blood red.
This man is An Zailong, the brother of the beautiful woman An Yufei who just flew into the academy.
He is on duty at the City Lord's Mansion.
Nine well-trained soul masters followed him, three soul masters and six soul masters.
Although they are well-trained, the gap in cultivation is there.
Compared with the dozen or so Soul Sect teachers here in the academy, their momentum is much weaker.
"Commander An, you have crossed the line today!"
The aura radiating from Liu Yueban's whole body was particularly cold.
There was no emotion in his squinting eyes.
His soul ring was shining brightly, his foot hit the ground heavily, and a strong shock wave was sent to the opposite side.
Since the establishment of the school, this is the first time someone has forced his way into the school with the intention of killing someone.
The disciple who killed the dean's son, the genius student who can win more than ten battles in a row in life and death battles!
How dare you be so arrogant?
Aren't you afraid of being ridiculed by the people in the city because you killed someone in revenge for losing the life-and-death battle in the Great Soul Fighting Arena?
Commander An gave a wry smile: "Sorry, Director Liu, we are not here to kill Fang Ling."
"My sister was stunned by the death of her son. I am here to bring her back."
"Bring her back?" Liu Yueban sneered, firing on all cylinders, "Injuring the guard, forcing his way into the academy, and trying to kill the talented students in the academy."
"You talk nonsense and just want to take people away. Where can such a good thing happen in the world?"
"Director Liu, I..." Commander An wanted to explain something.
"Come on, let me see the real seal!"
Liu Yueban gave an order and rushed forward.
Afterwards, everyone couldn't wait to take action.
Every teacher at War King Academy is good at fighting.
Now there are still more people than others, so what's the reason not to take action?
……
The only way to enter the academy was in full swing, but Fang Ling's side was a different scene.
It seems a bit leisurely.
He found an open space, spread out a mat, and lay down comfortably in the sun.
While shaking his legs, he hummed an unknown ditty.
Combined with the environment where students were noisy from time to time, it gave people a feeling of boundless happiness. The bald teacher was sitting not far away and resting.
"When did you say your killer would come?"
"I..." Fang Ling was about to say that he didn't know, but suddenly he saw a red shadow appear in his eyes.
"Coming!"
He is the only disabled student at War King Academy, and he deliberately places himself in a conspicuous position.
It's easy to see.
Sure enough, the moment a red shadow appeared in Fang Ling's eyes, An Yufei noticed this guy who was living a comfortable and happy life.
My son was killed by you in a life and death battle, but you live so happily?
Damn, damn it!
The string in my heart broke again.
With a sharp shout, he quickly dived towards Fang Ling.
"Give back my son's life!"
Rushing to ten meters away from Fang Ling, the purple fourth soul ring on her body shone directly.
In an instant, thousands of feathers flew together.
Flying like arrows, piercing the silent sky.
The slender feathers were wrapped in the floating light of flames, igniting a brilliant brilliance.
The speed is so fast that the air seems to be torn apart like a meteor chasing the moon.
Every feather carries deep hatred, and its power is extraordinary.
Even one of the tiny feathers contained tremendous energy, enough to easily crush Fang Ling.
He used the fourth soul skill as soon as he came, obviously he hated it to the extreme.
It was about to kill him with one blow.
Fang Ling was "shocked" and rolled and crawled.
The fear and fear before death are vividly interpreted.
"Teacher, save me!"
"Die, Fang Ling, no one can save you!"
A hoarse female voice full of hatred echoed in Fang Ling's ears.
An Yufei seemed to have seen the scene where Fang Ling was blown to pieces by the fiery red feathers.
I felt relieved.
As Fang Ling ran forward, a man holding a shield suddenly teleported in front of him.
Defensive soul sect, Hua Changshou's third soul skill, teleportation.
It can teleport up to ten meters with the help of a shield, and can protect the person it wants to protect as quickly as possible.
His fourth soul skill lit up, and the shield that was originally only half a person tall instantly grew in size.
The large shield with special patterns on its surface became as tall as a bald soul master.
The shield fell, and he blocked Fang Ling heavily.
However, there was no full block, and some of the impact and flames were quietly missed when he was first attacked.
Under An Yufei's face, which was changing with excitement and nervousness, Fang Ling let out a shrill scream.
"Ah——!"
"Fang Ling, are you okay? Fang Ling! Fang Ling!"
The black iron shield disappeared, and Hua Changshou called out worriedly.
Although his acting skills are not very good, the voice makes people feel like he is holding back a laugh.
But combined with the tragic situation of Fang Ling, who was completely black, with chapped skin, lying on his back with black smoke coming out of his mouth, it was enough to convince the woman flying in the sky——
Her attack this time caused serious damage to Fang Ling.
I still wanted to continue attacking, but I heard someone shouting:
"There is someone committing murder here. Come to me with all the flying soul sects and catch this crazy woman!"
An Yufei did not continue to take action, letting herself be caught, and just laughed crazily.
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