An alchemy furnace fell from the sky

"Get out of my way!"

While the Qilin monk was speaking, Bei Feng had already rushed over from the side with big strides, his iron fist flashing with fire and showing extraordinary power.

The man standing on one foot on the spear was not afraid at all. He just waved the folding fan in his hand lightly, and Bei Feng's fist was immediately knocked aside by the seemingly soft folding fan.

The man's right foot, which had been hanging in the air, suddenly kicked out and hit Beifeng on the chin. Beifeng flew towards the Xuanwu group like a ball.

"A mere trifle!" the man continued to gently wave the paper fan, saying with great disdain.

"Who asked you to come back?"

Jie Tingzhu caught Beifeng and helped him to stop falling, but as soon as Beifeng landed on the ground, Jie Tingzhu slapped him hard.

"Snapped!"

The loud slap made Bei Feng, who was already dizzy, lose his balance and fall to the ground.

However, Jie Tingzhu also knew that this was not the time to teach his disciple a lesson, so after slapping him, his eyes continued to stare at the Qilin monk standing on top of the spear.

In the blink of an eye, Xie Tingzhu discovered that Xu Fu had grabbed the spear stuck in the ground with one hand.

The Qilin monk standing on the spear was not moved at all when he saw this. He just sneered slightly, obviously not taking the young man seriously.

Xu Fu held the spear with one hand and exerted force suddenly, and the spear was immediately pulled out of the ground. At the same time, the Qilin monk who was originally standing on the spear changed his expression slightly, and could no longer stand on the end of the spear. He continued to rush up and jumped off the spear with a flip.

"You're quite strong!" Tang Yuan laughed coldly after checking Xu Fu. Just now, his toes seemed to lightly touch the end of the spear, but in fact, he had already performed the "Thousand Jin Weight" technique. If the ground had not been frozen like steel, he would have stepped the iron spear into the soil long ago.

But even though there was a force of thousands of pounds on this foot, the young man who suddenly appeared in front of him was still able to pull out the iron spear with one hand, which really made Tang Yuan feel a little admiration for Xu Fu.

When Xu Fu heard Tang Yuan's praise, his expression did not change at all. Instead, he handed the iron spear to Jie Tingzhu solemnly.

Seeing that half of the iron spear had been completely soaked in blood, tears welled up in Jie Tingzhu's eyes. He suppressed the grief and anger in his heart and took the iron spear with slightly trembling hands.

Then he saw Jie Tingzhu forcibly pry open Yu Wuya's hand that was holding the iron spear, and slapped the end of the spear with his palm. The entire iron spear instantly pierced Yu Wuya and nailed to a snow-covered stone not far away.

Jie Tingzhu carefully placed Yu Wuya on the ground, then slowly stood up, took off his outer robe, and gently covered Yu Wuya with it.

Jie Tingzhu was much taller than Yu Wuya, and this outer robe alone completely covered Yu Wuya.

There was sadness on everyone's face. Although Yu Wuya had a strange temper and was usually like a dragon that was hard to find, he was still one of the "Seven Stars of Xuanwu" and was an unattainable existence in the hearts of the students.

It's not just Yu Wuya. Each of the "Seven Stars of Xuanwu" has long surpassed the scope of the Ninth Grade Supreme for the entire Xuanwu Shangling Academy. They can be said to be the "pillars of the sky" of the entire Xuanwu. His death is tantamount to "the collapse of the sky and the collapse of the earth" for all the students of Xuanwu.

Jie Tingzhu clenched his fists tightly, veins bulged, and his whole body looked like a ball that had been inflated to the extreme and would burst at the slightest touch.

"I've returned the person to you. Now you can consider my proposal."

Tang Yuan looked at the grief-stricken crowd without any sympathy, as if Yu Wuya's death had nothing to do with him.

"What do you want to do?" a man asked with bloodshot eyes and gritting his teeth.

"Like I said just now, it's just a competition..." Tang Yuan answered lightly.

"What a bullshit sparring! Is this how you spar?" The man pointed at Yu Wuya's body lying on the ground and shouted angrily, his voice a little hoarse.

"Swords have no eyes, life and death are unpredictable."

Tang Yuan still looked indifferent.

"If you want to fight to the death, I'll accompany you. There's no need to find these 'high-sounding' excuses!"

"We Qilin just don't want to bully the minority with our numbers."

As soon as Tang Yuan finished speaking, the six people behind him released their aura almost at the same time.

The expressions of the Xuanwu people were all tense. They could sense that these six people had the cultivation of the ninth-grade supreme. Although Tang Yuan, the leader, did not show off like the others, no one doubted his strength. After all, he was able to kill Yu Wuya in a one-on-one situation. This cultivation was not as simple as the ordinary ninth-grade.

On the other hand, on Xuanwu's side, with the death of Niu Su and Niu Mujin, there are only six people with supreme cultivation in the entire Xuanwu Shangling Academy. In this case, if Qilin's people attack at the same time, it would really be "bullying the minority with numbers"!

"Don't worry, Dean!"

Another young student stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Although we, the Xuanwu disciples, are not very capable, we are definitely not cowards who would flee from the battlefield. Even if we have to sacrifice our lives or bite them with our teeth, we will never let those thieves have an easy time!"

"Dean, please let me fight!"

"Dean, there's me too!"

For a moment, all the students present volunteered to fight.

Looking at these eighth-grade students in front of him, Xie Tingzhu felt a little relieved. Although Xuanwu had not produced a ninth-grade supreme for many years, the number of eighth-grade students was definitely the largest among the four upper spiritual academies.

Xie Tingzhu knew all these students in front of him. In Xie Tingzhu's eyes, they were either extremely talented or hardworking, and they had a great chance of breaking through to the ninth-grade supreme realm in the near future.

If these people were to risk their lives to kill the Ninth Rank Supreme, they would definitely go there without return. Even if one or two of them could die, Xie Tingzhu would not want to do that. But if the entire academy were to use its strength to surround and kill these seven people, I'm afraid the casualties would be even greater.

"Tell me! What do you want? Xuanwu will give it to you!" Jie Tingzhu suddenly turned his head and said coldly to Tang Yuan. When these words came out, everyone in Xuanwu was shocked. This undoubtedly meant that Xuanwu had admitted defeat and was going to be slaughtered!

"How could this be?"

"Aren't you going to take revenge on Bisu and the many Xuanwu disciples?"

"Is the dean crazy?"

Countless thoughts surged in everyone's mind. No one could have imagined that the usually strong-willed dean would be so cowardly before the battle even began and become a coward.

"Dean, please think twice!"

A Xuanwu monk who was about the same age as Jie Tingzhu stepped forward and spoke with an indignant tone.

"what do you want?"

Tang Yuan was stunned at first, then he and the six people behind him burst into laughter.

"What a great dean of Xuanwu Shangling Academy! He is indeed adaptable!" Tang Yuan wiped away the tears that had just come out of laughter and said jokingly.

When the people of Xuanwu heard Tang Yuan mocking their dean in this way, their faces became even angrier. If the dean had not been there, someone would have rushed up and fought to the death.

"We just want to find a master from Xuanwu to compete with. We are not interested in trash..." Tang Yuan said slowly.