Chapter 135: Mouth is fragrant, Principal Fu
Chapter 135 Speech Fragrant Headmaster Fu
"I want to take him away, who is in favor? Who is against?"
No one dared to speak out, no one dared to challenge the majesty of the emperor-level powerhouse.
"Old Ancestor, what should we do? We fought against him?" Mo Qingkuang was very anxious.
Going to Yuan Jianzong with Qin Wufeng, this little life must be lost! It's better to invite the ancestor to possess the body, maybe it can create a miracle and escape a chance.
"Heh Don't panic, you won't die." Mo Fan said lazily, and even yawned.
He was not as nervous as Mo frivolously, but rather relaxed.
After practicing the "Soul Cultivation Classic", Mo Fan's soul strength is stronger than before. He clearly perceives that there is more than one Martial Emperor around here.
There is another one, the breath of that one is still very familiar to him.
Mo was frivolous and speechless for a while, this is almost coming to the end! Are we resisting? Or compromise?
Could it be that the ancestor wanted to change his family and switch to Yuan Jianzong?
Talking about my current wind spirit talent, in the opinion of Yuan Jianzong, its value should be far higher than that of Lin Yang, who is the root of the sky!
Maybe...
Mo frivolously had a lot of thoughts, and Qin Wufeng got closer and closer.
"If you are unable to resist, then try to enjoy it." Mo frivolous can only comfort himself in this way.
"He's here." Mo Fan's voice sounded in Mo's frivolous heart.
As if responding to him, a lazy voice reached everyone's ears: "I object."
Everyone was shocked, who would dare to challenge the majesty of the Sword Emperor?
As we all know, the Sword Emperor Qin Wufeng is the one with the worst temper among all the Martial Emperors in the Tianxuan Empire, the master who may kill if he disagrees with him.
Looking towards the source of the voice, there was a middle-aged fat man standing with his hands behind his back in front of Mo frivolously.
The fat man had a pale face, a pair of mustaches, a messy chin beard, and a messy hairstyle. Although the clothes on his body were long gowns, they were wrinkled.
The eyes are small, the face is fleshy, and there are a pair of flip flops on the feet. At the moment, the toes of the left foot are buckling the calf of the right foot.
It looks very wretched and sloppy.
But it was this sloppy fat man who brought the entire Imperial College, which had fallen into despair, to life.
Seeing this, Qin Wufeng's face changed even more. Not only did he not move forward, but he took a step back vigilantly, and said in surprise, "Fu Qing? Why are you here!"
It was Fu Qing, the principal of the Imperial College, who came here. Fu Qing didn't always follow the Imperial College team, but wanted to come and see it on a whim.
After all, my precious apprentice with the earth spirit body will definitely show off his power this time. It is also good that he has a face after following him.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived, apprentice Yang Wei didn't see it, but saw Qin Wufeng bullying his Guozijian students, so he immediately came to the rescue.
After hearing Qin Wufeng's exclamation, the audience was in an uproar. This wretched fat man is actually the headmaster of the Imperial Academy, Fu Qing, the number one figure in the golden generation of the Tianxuan Empire!
Such an influence is really hard to compliment.
Fu Qing scratched his feet for a long time before he felt more comfortable. Putting on the slippers again, he stomped lightly on the ground.
Those Imperial College members who seemed to have been immobilized regained their physical freedom.
He took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, threw it to a great master, and ordered: "Go and eat one for Wu Ming, I'm flattering and snoring, how old are you, and you still play tricks on others."
The great master went away at the sound, helped Wu Ming who was lying on the ground, and fed him the elixir.
"headmaster."
"headmaster."
"teacher."
Everyone in Guozijian saluted Fu Qing one after another.
Fu Qing nodded with satisfaction: "That's right, you guys are doing well, old Fu, I am very happy."
He laughed, the fat on his face was huddled together, feeling extremely happy.
Then, he set his eyes on Mo Qingkuang, also found his wind spirit body, and said with a chuckle: "Well, this time old Zheng Mei is dead."
Zheng Tao admired Fu Qing for a while because of Chen Kong's achievement of the earth spirit body, and Fu Qing saw all these things.
Now Zheng Tao's disciple, Mo Qingkuang, has also achieved a spiritual body, and he is also happy for Zheng Tao.
Finally, he turned his attention to Qin Wufeng, with an indisputable anger on his face: "Snore as a flatterer! Qin Wufeng, you are already old, why do you bully the younger generation so vigorously?"
Qin Wufeng's face was extremely gloomy, he hadn't fought Fu Qing for a long time.
If there are people in Zhongzhou who he still fears, the Empress is the first, and Fu Qing is the second.
The last time they fought, Fu Qing was already a first-rank Martial Emperor, comparable to him, yet he sealed the victory within a hundred moves.
Now more than ten years have passed, I don't know how far Fu Qing has reached, but he still can't see through this wretched fat man in front of him.
"Why don't you talk? You're dumb? Snoring! Didn't you do it just now? Who agrees? Who opposes?" Qin Wufeng didn't speak, but Fu Qing didn't intend to let him go, his mouth kept opening and closing like a machine gun .
"Look, I gave you the ability? You are good at bullying children! Why don't you go to the battlefield? You are idle all day long, why are you everywhere?"
"You!" Qin Wufeng was furious, Fu Qing's words were like lecturing a student, he could stand it!
"What are you? Hey I just flattered you, don't learn if you are good, just learn from your old and immortal brother! How long have you been promoted to Emperor Wu? He hasn't passed on the position of suzerain to you to serve on the battlefield You are clearly afraid of death! Tell me about your Yuan Jianzong, the suzerain is such a thing, what kind of good apprentice can you bring out?" Fu Qing refused to let go, and spit all over the place.
Qin Wufeng saw that Fu Qing accused his senior brother again, so he couldn't help but want to defend himself: "My senior brother..."
"Yes. It's your senior brother who brought your old boy to ruin. He is shameless and messing around! To win treasures in the secret realm is life and death! You still care about the disciples of our country's Zijian wanting to explain it? Give you face?"
It was the first time for everyone to see such a royal-level powerhouse with such a painting style. They all laughed secretly, but choked back their laughter, not daring to laugh out loud.
Seeing the majestic Sword Emperor Qin Wufeng being reprimanded by Fu Qing as if he were a child just now for not even being able to get a word in, it also subverted their three views.
Is this how the Martial Emperor and the strong get along with each other?
"Brother Chen Kong, this, the dean has always been like this?" Mo Qingkuang, who had finally escaped from danger, looked at the scene in front of him, and his three views were also ruined, and asked Chen Kong beside him in a low voice.
Chen Kong Gujing Wubo's face finally showed a rare expression of embarrassment, he turned his head away, pretending that he didn't hear it, and stopped looking at Fu Qing who was scolding himself.
Looking at the faces of the mentors of the Imperial College, they are generally the same.
This headmaster, his strength is reliable, but his character...
Hearing Fu Qing's left and right sentences, he almost turned out the eighteen generations of the ancestors of Yuan Jianzong and scolded them all over again. Qin Wufeng finally couldn't help it, and with a crisp sword cry, the sword behind his back came out of its sheath: "Enough is enough!" ! Stop talking! Draw your sword!"
(end of this chapter)