Time flies, like a flash of time. In the blink of an eye, three days passed. During this period, Qinglian Academy can be said to be in the limelight. There are many academician mountains around it, giving gifts wildly. It can be said that Qinglian Academy is crowded with people and is very lively.

However, there is no banquet that never ends. After three days of lively Qinglian Academy, it gradually became cold. Because Wang Peng was not here, the real protagonist did not appear, and it was almost done when giving gifts. If you want to curry favor, you can't curry favor. Therefore, the lively Qinglian Academy seemed to be a flash in the pan.

On the third night of Wang Peng's departure from Qinglian Academy, it was night. It was heavy rain, and occasionally a few thunder flashed in the sky.

In the Qinglian Hall, Li Ziming stood in the first place with a disdainful expression, with a little cold look in his eyes.

And there were some elders kneeling down, and they were all panicked.

"Master, Qingyue Sect has joined forces with the other three sects and has been oppressed. If we cannot hand over the Yin-Yang Order now, we will be in trouble. Please ask the Master to issue an order quickly. If there is no result, we can still escape from this place. Maybe there is a glimmer of hope. If it continues to stay here, I am afraid that something is wrong."

Li Ming took a deep breath, and he said this, and his forehead was sweating anxiously.

The army was oppressed for only the Yin-Yang Order. Li Ziming had already thought of this, but he had a gamble. When he let people go and informed the surrounding universities and sects, it was to make them afraid and not to be greedy for Wang Peng's Yin-Yang Order. But he did not expect that he had miscalculated and his desires were endless.

Li Ziming lost, but lost in the hearts of the people.

The heavy rain was drizzling, and the sound of falling rain was rustling. Li Ziming looked at the scene outside the hall and finally sighed: "Escort the other students away from here, you can go too."

He brought some loss and some downfall, which was a dead end, and someone had to pay blood.

"Master, are you?" Wang Tai spoke. He looked at Li Ziming, unable to believe what Li Ziming said.

"Everyone, you are all elders of Qinglian Academy. You have been here for a while. You know my character and know what my wishes are. I have been kind to Qinglian Academy. You can escape. The four major sects join forces. Under the Iron Cavalry, there will be no chance of life at all. But I will not leave here. This is my martial arts! You can go."

Li Ziming waved his hand and he had decided that there was no reverie.

"Master, no!" Li Ming shouted loudly, and he dissuaded: "Although Wang Peng has left, if the Master tells us where Wang Peng is, they will let us live. Master, where is the Qinglian Academy's retreat? Where can I escape? You have to think clearly."

Li Ming said loudly, his eyes staring at Li Ziming's gaze. At the critical moment of life and death, Li Ming was naturally afraid of death, but more importantly, he cared about the lives of other students.

"Let us have a way of life? You are thinking too much. The army is oppressing, and there is no chance of life. But Qinglian Academy is our territory after all, and it is still okay to escape one or two. If you can survive, hide it, go to the Yin-Yang Holy Land, and inform Wang Peng that he will avenge me."

Li Ziming said seriously that this is a dead end. With the beginning, there is no need to read the result. Li Ziming knew it very well.

"Master of the House."

The others choked and spoke.

"Don't be sad. If you have to blame it, it's not that Wang Peng will get the Yin-Yang Order, but that I'm blaming me. I had a little kindness at the beginning. If I had killed the disciples of Qingyue Sect and secretly escorted Wang Peng away, so many things would not have happened. Everything was my fault of Mr. Li. From now on, I am not the lord of Qinglian Academy. I am ashamed of the lords of all generations, and I am ashamed of you, but... I, Li Ziming, will give you an explanation."

As soon as Li Ziming finished speaking, a long blue sword suddenly appeared in his hand. His eyes were calm and he walked out of the Qinglian Hall.

"Master, I'll go with you." Li Ming sighed, he stood up, and the white sword came out of his hand, following Li Ziming.

"Qinglian Academy, my lifelong hard work, hahaha... Lord Li, if there is a next life, I hope I can still become your subordinate."

Wang Tai stood up, and he followed him, and the other elders, look at me, and I look at you, and in the end no one mustered up the courage to follow him.

Boom.

It was a thunderstorm night, with heavy rain falling, slapped on Li Ziming and the other two. The clean clothes were soaked in an instant. The three of them were unwavering. No matter how strong the wind and rain were, the three of them did not sway at all. Instead, as they stepped more and more, the sword in their hands became tighter and tighter.

Under the Qinglian Academy.

The army was oppressed, and the iron cavalry was driving strange ancient beasts, thousands of iron cavalry exuded a terrible sense of oppression. The wind and rain slapped on the iron cavalry's armor, showing their coldness.

Among the group of people led, the blue-haired boy, holding an umbrella, his eyes were extremely calm, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and the rain flowed down with the corners of the umbrella, blocking some vision, but soon he saw the three people walking in the distance.

"The person is here!"

The blue-haired boy spoke slightly, and the smile on his face added to the point.

Boom.

Another thunder was thunder, as if to cheer up Li Ziming and the other two. None of the three spoke. They were very calm, so calm that they were not afraid of death.

"Where is Wang Peng? Tell me, Rao Er will never die."

The blue-haired boy spoke, his voice was like thunder, full of energy, and a sense of oppression. He spoke condescendingly, looking at Li Ziming and the other two.

As the wind and rain broke out, Li Ziming's clothes were blown to the sound of waving. He stared at the blue-haired boy calmly, and then slowly spoke: "I don't know!"

The two words are spoken from Li Ziming, but the two plain words have an indescribable charm.

"Haha, Li Ziming, Li Ziming, just take it seriously that Wang Peng can become a prosperous future? Even if he can become a prosperous future, what benefits can you get? Li Ziming, now the army is oppressing, and the four major sects join forces to destroy the Qinglian Academy in an instant, and it will be in vain if you die. If you hand over Wang Peng, you will not only not die, but you will also get a huge opportunity. Don't you just want to make the Qinglian Academy famous? As long as you hand over Wang Peng, Qinglian Academy will become a top-level academic university within ten years. This is the promise given to you by the above. What do you think?"

The blue-haired boy said this, looking at Li Ziming. Although he hated Li Ziming very much, he knew what his purpose was, not to fight with Li Ziming, but to complete the tasks assigned by him.

"Hahahahahahaha, Xu Teng, what do you think of me? Although I bowed to you, it was forced by the situation, but you don't understand my martial will."

In the strong wind and rain, Li Ziming laughed loudly. When he said this, then when the sword stood up, Li Ziming's expression became cold and he simply spit out a word.

"kill!"
Chapter completed!