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

Sikong Wuhui and Ming Shuangshuang each stood on their own spirit boat, followed by disciples from Feisheng Sect and Baiyin Pavilion, looking down at Gu Zhantian and his group standing at the gate of the academy.

"Who are they? Judging from their attitude, they have no good intentions." Gu Ziqing whispered in Xiao Xingchen's ear.

Qian Yue, who was standing next to Gu Ziqing, was so frightened that his legs trembled. He quickly reached out and pulled Gu Ziqing's robe, signaling him to stop talking nonsense.

Gu Ziqing curled his lips, opened his mouth, took a bite of the fruit in his hand, and began to chew it with a crunching sound.

Sikong Wuhui narrowed his eyes and looked at Gu Zhantian and the disciples with varying levels of cultivation following behind Gu Zhantian. He curled the corners of his lips with an arrogant look.

While Sikong Wuhui and his group were looking at the disciples of Shengyang College, Gu Zhantian and Fang Qingfeng were also looking at the people behind Sikong Wuhui and Ming Shuangshuang.

None of the three parties spoke first.

The atmosphere in the field gradually became tense.

About a cup of tea had passed, and Gu Tianya still hadn't appeared.

Sikong Wuhui could no longer bear it and finally spoke, "Where is Gu Tianya?"

"What a big air, huh!"

Ming Shuangshuang used her delicate jade fingers to play with the hair beside her ears, straightened her proud chest, and said in a reproachful tone, "It seems that Dean Gu does not welcome us."

Fang Qingfeng secretly pulled Gu Zhantian's robe, signaling him to respond.

Seeing Gu Zhantian's impatient expression, the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

He stepped forward and said, "You two seniors are joking."

"The dean went into seclusion a few days ago and has not yet come out."

"I wonder why the two seniors are here this time?"

"Hmph! In seclusion, I think he is deliberately avoiding us."

"The Frost Secret Realm is about to open. Do you think that old fool is retreating at this critical juncture and that I am a three-year-old child?" Sikong Wuhui held his breath in his chest and spoke sharply, not giving Fang Qingfeng any face at all.

"Who is this old man? He is so rude." Gu Ziqing swallowed the last bite of fruit in his hand and complained with a frown.

The next moment, a majestic gaze was fixed on Gu Ziqing, frightening him so much that he almost collapsed to the ground.

Gu Zhantian frowned, raised his hand to dissolve the pressure on Gu Ziqing, and rebuked in a low voice: "Don't be rude."

"Master Sikong, Master Ming, please get off the flying boat first." Gu Zhantian spoke neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"Since you two are here for the dean, why don't you stay in the guest house and wait for two days?"

"In two days, our academy will hold a competition for new disciples. The dean will come out of seclusion at that time."

Sikong Wuhui was still unhappy, but he snorted coldly, nodded, and jumped off the flying boat with the disciples of Feisheng Sect. At the same time, he collected the spirit boat in the air.

Upon seeing this, Ming Shuangshuang flew off the spirit boat with several disciples of Baiyin Pavilion.

Unlike Feisheng Sect, Baiyin Pavilion only brought five disciples on this trip.

There were four women and one man, all with veils covering their faces, and all of them were graceful and elegant.

Not only the disciples of Feisheng Sect, but also the disciples of Shengyang College set their sights on several disciples of Baiyin Pavilion.

The eldest sister Qingyun of Baiyin Pavilion wore a white dress and carried a five-stringed harp on her back. The second sister Lingxi of Baiyin Pavilion wore a pink dress with a long pink silk ribbon fluttering behind her. The third sister Youhuang of Baiyin Pavilion had her hair combed into two buns and was waving a jade-bone fan in her hand. The fourth sister Ziyuan of Baiyin Pavilion wore a purple long dress and had her black hair tied up high, looking very heroic.

Next to the four girls stood a young man in a green shirt, with an upright figure, sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and a long flute with a green glow stuck on his waist.