Chapter 300

Donghai Academy, since Ziwei Palace unified the Academy, Donghai Academy has been firmly controlled by Ziwei Palace.

However, as the best place to practice in the East China Sea, the younger generation from all over the East China Sea will still gather here to practice.

Inside the academy, young men and women are full of vigor and vitality, and many people are also discussing the matter of the Nandou family. In their East Sea City, there is a prince, which makes the younger generation of the academy yearn for.

At this time, a group of extraordinary figures appeared outside the Donghai Academy. They walked into the entrance palace, and it was Ye Futian and his party.

Ye Futian, Hua Jieyu, Yu Sheng, Yi Qingxuan, Tang Wan and others walked in front, stepping into this familiar place. They had a sense of right and wrong. They were still practicing here two years ago, but it seemed that It's been a long time, and it's even a little unfamiliar.

Yixiang, Hua Fengliu, Nandou Wenyin, and Tang Lan were also filled with emotion. They were once part of the Donghai Academy. Yixiang was also the palace master of Wuqu Palace. Hua Fengliu and Nandou Wenyin once practiced in Ziwei Palace. Tang Lan practiced in the Wuqu Palace.

But is the current Donghai Academy still the former Donghai Academy?

The temperament of Ye Futian and others was too outstanding, which instantly attracted the attention of the disciples of the Academy.

Especially Ye Futian and Hua Jieyu at the forefront, their faces are too demonic, these people should not be disciples of Donghai Academy.

At this time, a disciple of about eighteen years old came over, and when he saw Ye Futian, Hua Jieyu and others, his eyes instantly froze.

"Ye Futian, Hua Jieyu." He stopped and murmured, "Palace Lord Yi."

Afterwards, he turned around abruptly and ran into the distance. In an instant, the news of Ye Futian, Hua Jieyu and others coming back caused a shock in the Donghai Academy. Even those young people felt their hearts tremble when they knew their identities. Is this the group of people who caused the uproar in the Nandou Kingdom? They walked out of the Donghai Academy.

After a while, some elders came. Seeing Yi Xiang, Hua Fengliu and others, they took a deep breath.

"Yi Xiang." Someone shouted.

"Where is Yan Shao?" Yi Xiang asked bluntly.

"What are you doing here?" someone asked.

"Go to Ziwei Palace." Ye Futian said coldly, and the group continued to move forward.

When they came to the Ziwei Palace, many of the disciples had already descended the mountain, looking at Ye Futian and the others indifferently, of course, with a faint vigilance.

"Where's Yan Shao?" Ye Futian asked, "My teacher, is he buried in Ziwei Palace?"

At the beginning, he had warned Yan Shao to let his master be buried in Ziwei Palace, otherwise, he would be buried with Ziwei Palace.

"Ziwei Palace is not a cemetery." Someone said coldly.

"So, my master is not buried in Ziwei Palace?" Ye Futian's tone became cold, and he stepped forward.

"Ye Futian, Nan Doutai has stepped into the realm of princes, I advise you to leave." One person said.

"Nan Doutai, prince?" Ye Futian sneered, he looked at Yi Xiang, and said, "The death of the master was directly forced to death by Hua Xiang and Nan Doutai, right?"

"Yes." Yi Xiang nodded.

"Okay, Nan Doutai will be buried with you." Ye Futian said lightly, and the strong man in Ziwei Palace trembled.

Yi Xiang took a step forward, and a tyrannical coercion spread out, looking at the people in Ziwei Palace: "Where is Old Qin buried?"

Feeling the coercion of Yi Xiang, the people in Ziwei Palace turned ashen, but still did not speak.

"Bang." Yi Xiang stepped out and punched out. In an instant, the shadow of the fist was thousands of layers, the expression of the person in front changed greatly, and he wanted to resist, but only heard the loud sound of rumbling, one after another silhouette They were directly knocked into the air and vomited blood. Their faces were pale, and they stared at Yi Xiang, the master of the Wuqu Palace, Yi Xiang, getting stronger and stronger.

"Where?" Yi Xiang stepped forward.

"After Qin Lao's death, Ziwei Palace discussed how to bury him. Ziwei Palace is a place of cultivation, and naturally it is impossible to bury people, so Qin Lao's body was cremated, and the ashes were placed in the place where he once lived. It's not humiliating him." One person said.

"Ashes." Ye Futian smiled, his smile was a bit bleak, his figure flashed, and he took a step in the void. Hua Jieyu followed him, heading towards the place where Hua Jieyu once lived, which was also the residence of Old Qin.

When they came to the former residence of Qin Lao, there were many weeds here, and the dilapidated courtyard was not taken care of, and even was banned and no one took care of it.

In the old house where Qin Lao lived, there was a urn.

Ye Futian and Hua Jieyu stood in front of the urn, feeling a little sad in their hearts.

Tears fell from Hua Jieyu's beautiful eyes, and she said softly, "Master."

Ye Futian's eyes were also a little red. He still remembered that the kind old man had such a kind smile when he taught him to play the piano here.

When he got up early that morning, the old man saw that he was in harmony with each other and wished them to love each other like teenagers.

He also remembered the chaos of the Nandou family. Although the old man was dying, his sonorous song and his spirit would last forever, but after his death, he was placed here so alone.

Thinking of this, Ye Futian only felt a burst of sadness.

On the Ziwei Palace, the old man lay quietly here. I am afraid that none of the disciples of the East China Sea Academy knew that such a person existed.

Ye Futian knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the dusty urn. His head hit the ground with a crisp sound.

Hua Jieyu knelt down in tears and also kowtowed to the old man.

Afterwards, Hua Fengliu and Nan Dou Wenyin stepped forward one after another and knelt down. This was their teacher.

"Master, you like Ziwei Palace, I will let you stay here, although your old man likes quietness, but Futian doesn't want you to be so alone after you leave, so I will do something, Master Master, don't blame me for your old man. Ye Futian raised his head and looked at the old man's urn.

"Donghai Academy should not forget such a senior." Yi Xiang also supported Ye Futian. Although Qin Lao did not want to be famous, otherwise he would not have studied Qin Dao alone in Ziwei Palace, but they couldn't bear to see it. After the old man left, it was still so desolate.

"Well." Ye Futian nodded, then stood up and walked out, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

I saw his body vacated and headed towards the center of Ziwei Palace. Yin Xuewei followed behind, and the group came to the top of the splendid Ziwei Palace. There was a straight staircase below, leading to Ziwei Palace all the way. Under the micro palace.

"Ye Futian, you are arrogant." Seeing Ye Futian being so rude, many people from Ziwei Palace came to scold him coldly.

"Give you half an hour to get out of here. After today, the Ziwei Palace will no longer exist." Ye Futian said coldly, his voice was transmitted to the distance, and countless people were shaking violently.

Once, Ye Futian blocked the door of Ziwei Palace when he was young, and a general order made people witness his peerless demeanor.

Today, he stood on the Ziwei Palace and announced that after today, there will be no Ziwei Palace.

"Arrogant." A powerhouse in the realm of heaven stepped out, but saw Yin Jiu glance at him, and the ice will of the princely level bloomed, and with just one look, the body of the powerhouse in the realm stopped in the void. , and then, the surrounding ice and snow covered his body, turned into an ice sculpture, and stopped in mid-air.

A crisp sound came out, the ice sculpture burst, and the body shattered directly.

For a moment, the eyes of the figures on the Ziwei Palace were all frozen, and their faces were pale.

The nine powerhouses stood behind Ye Futian, and an incomparably terrifying chill filled the air. It was the breath of a prince, the nine princes.

"Frozen Ziwei Palace." Ye Futian said indifferently, and the nine princes stepped out and walked in different directions. An extreme cold enveloped the entire Ziwei Palace, and snow floated between heaven and earth, and every snowflake was exposed With a bone-chilling chill.

The snowflakes fell on the Ziwei Palace powerhouses, and they felt cold to the bone.

Soon, it snowed in Ziwei Palace, and it snowed heavily.

"It's so cold." Ziwei Palace's disciples all shivered, and even those who were cultivating were frozen to a halt, and then walked out.

After that, the powerhouses of Ziwei Palace descended the mountain one after another.

"Go to the Nandou Family and inform the Palace Master." Someone said, the snow was getting heavier and colder.

Under the Ziwei Palace, the disciples of the East China Sea Academy poured in one after another, looking up at the snowflakes falling from the sky in the Ziwei Palace, they all felt a terrifying chill.

Gradually, the Ziwei Palace seemed to be covered with a layer of silver, becoming crystal clear.

"This..." The Donghai Academy disciple showed a horrified look.

Is this, to freeze the Ziwei Palace?

crazy!

Ye Futian stood on the top of Ziwei Palace. Around his body, endless ice and snow danced and turned into a snowman. Then, he used spiritual energy as a sword to carve in ice and snow.

He closed his eyes, the figure of the old man playing the piano was imprinted there, the sword kept flying, and the sky filled with ice and snow.

Gradually, a statue of an old man playing cross-legged appeared in front of him. The statue was very large, ten meters high. Under Ye Futian's portrayal, it gradually gained some charm.

He is an engraver, so naturally he can draw.

Time passed, and the Ziwei Palace was covered with ice, and the huge statue was finally painted. The kind old man sat there calmly, his calloused hands resting on the strings.

However, Ye Futian did not stop, he continued to carve, and carved a crane in front of the statue, standing beside the old man with his head held high.

Hua Jieyu, Hua Fengliu and the others watched quietly, they were too similar, similar in shape and spirit.

Later, Ye Futian took Lao Qin's ashes and buried them under the statue. He turned around and said to Yin, "Senior, I hope the statue will live here forever."

Yin Yi stepped forward, and then an extremely terrifying chill bloomed from him, ice and snow storms flew, and powerful spells descended, rushing towards the statue.

Soon, the two statues were dressed in silver, crystal clear, like immortal ice sculptures.

Backward, Ye Futian glanced at the frozen Ziwei Palace, and then said: "Let's go to the Nandou family, bring Nandoutai and Yan Shao, I want them to be turned into ice sculptures, and I will always kneel in front of the master to repent, There are also Hua Xiang and Luo Tianzi."

These people are the main culprits of Shi Gongxian's death, none of them can be missed!