The cannon fodder beauty in the book is attached to the demon lord villain

The spiritual energy in Mohuang Province is low and resources are scarce. Shengyang College is apparently the most powerful college in Mohuang Province.

In fact, the foundation of Feishengmen and Baiyin Pavilion is far superior to that of Shengyang College.

However, Feisheng Sect focuses on cultivation equipment, while Baiyin Pavilion focuses on singing and dancing, and the conditions for selecting disciples are very harsh. As time goes by, the number of disciples is far from that of Shengyang Academy.

In the entire Mohuang State, there are only a handful of Martial Emperor masters, and the most recent one to break through to the Martial Emperor level was Ouyang Sha, the Human Emperor of the dynasty. It has been more than a hundred years since Ouyang Sha broke through to the Martial Emperor level. Whether it is the Changsheng Sect or the Baiyin Pavilion, the young disciples who followed this time have never seen the scene of a Martial Emperor breaking through.

Soon, everyone's attention was attracted by the strange phenomenon in the air.

Sikong Wuhui and Ming Shuangshuang looked on indifferently and didn't take it too seriously.

After all, there is a gap between Martial Emperors.

Sikong Wuhui is at the eighth level of Martial Emperor, and his cultivation is far above Gu Tianya.

Even the delicate and weak Ming Shuangshuang's cultivation is two small realms higher than Gu Tianya.

He is just a newly promoted Martial Emperor, not worth their full attention.

Fang Yao felt a little uneasy in his heart, and his eyes involuntarily looked at the spirit boat that was traveling side by side with the Feisheng Gate.

Sikong Wuhui narrowed his eyes, feeling very confused.

The direction where the strange phenomenon occurred was exactly the direction of Shengyang College. There were only three Martial Kings in Shengyang College. Wu Li had only recently broken through to the Martial King level, so he was the first one to be excluded.

Fang Qingfeng's cultivation is still far from enough, so only Gu Zhantian has the possibility, but it shouldn't be so fast.

“Perhaps it’s the mentor from outside, or maybe it’s someone from Bixiao College.” Sikong Wuhui thought about it for a while and preliminarily concluded that the cultivator who advanced was not from Shengyang College. The expression on his face finally looked better.

"It's...snowing." Su Feixia stretched out her hand to catch the snowflakes falling from the sky and muttered to herself.

Ming Shuangshuang looked at the falling snowflakes, pondered for a moment, and said, "It should be an ice-type physique or technique."

At this point, Ming Shuangshuang paused, and her voice became more serious, "Old Sikong, what do you think?"

"Could it be someone from the Ice and Snow Palace?"

"Could it be that the news that there is an entrance to the Frost Secret Realm at Shengyang College has been exposed?"

Sikong Wuhui turned his head to look at Ming Shuangshuang and said, "No, it's an ice-type spiritual root. It's most likely that Gu Zhantian has made a breakthrough."

Gu Zhantian has unruly behavior, a burly build, and an unkempt appearance. It is hard for people to associate him with the ice spiritual root of ice and snow.

If Sikong Wuhui had not secretly investigated Gu Zhantian's bones, he would not have associated it with him.

Ming Shuangshuang nodded thoughtfully.

Rather than having the other person be someone from the Ice and Snow Palace, she would rather the other person be Gu Zhantian.

"Fellow Daoist Sikong, did you know about the Ice Phoenix phenomenon in Mo City a month ago?" When mentioning the Ice and Snow Palace, Ming Shuangshuang couldn't help but think of the appearance of the Ice Phoenix a month ago.

Sikong Wuhui nodded and said in a deep voice, "I know."

"Afterwards, I sent someone to investigate, and found out that the place where the strange phenomenon appeared was the Lord's home in Mocheng."

Ming Shuangshuang: "The Jun family that can't practice?"

Sikong Wuhui: "Not bad."

Ming Shuangshuang: "How come?"

Sikong Wuhui glanced at Ming Shuangshuang and said nothing more.

The closer we got to Mocheng, the heavier the snow fell.

"It's so cold——"

"Is this the sound of a cultivator with ice spiritual roots being promoted to Martial Emperor? How terrifying."

"When can I become a Martial Emperor?"

“Hahaha, Junior Brother Jing, you should first think about how to break through to the Martial King level. The Martial Emperor level is still a long way from you.”

"Yes, yes, Junior Brother Jing, don't learn...to aim too high, or you will end up losing more than you gain."

On the spirit boat, the disciples of Feisheng Sect were attacking a baby-faced boy one after another. The boy, called Junior Brother Jing, was teased by everyone and his face turned red. He wished he could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.