Super Tiandao Academy

Chapter 810 This Is Simply Paradise
The little purple flower in Xia Xiaofeng's hand is called Zhenyuhua, which can cook a four-grade treasure soup that makes people only tell the truth - Zhenyu soup.

Ye Mao picked a large number of mantra flowers from the bottom of the river. In addition to practicing divine swordsmanship and familiarizing himself with the surge in soul power every day, he cooked mantra soup.

Before I knew it, half a month had passed.

When Feng Ruoqian came back to see Ye Mao, not only did he not catch anyone back, but he was beaten so badly that his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and his face was seriously out of shape.

According to his explanation, the eleven cultivators at the early stages of Dao Fruit Realm stayed together, and he was no match at all.

"You say you, your own woman can't protect you, and you want the power of Feng Shui Huo, but you can only rely on the outside world to catch a few scumbags, and you can be beaten like this, worthy of being the suzerain Disciple, you really do honor to your master." Ye Mao gave a thumbs up with a sneer.

Feng Ruoqian blushed with anger, and said, "These are eleven cultivators at the Dao Realm, you can catch them yourself if you have the ability, and your back won't hurt when you stand and talk."

"In fact, it's not eleven, but eighteen. After the seven most powerful people were killed by me, I scared the 11 people away." Ye Mao sneered, "The reason why I let you go is because that Such a small role is not worthy of my hand."

Feng Ruoqian felt that the grandson was deliberately elevating himself and belittling him vigorously in order to gain a sense of superiority, but he could only grit his teeth and endure it.

"Okay, let's go, don't let me see you again." Ye Mao waved his hand.

Feng Ruo gave a deep breath, and said in his heart: "You idiot, idiot, I tricked you into turning around by playing a trick, hum, when I leave Yanling Small Realm in the future, I will definitely sue the sect for your evil deeds!" OK, accuse you of killing my wife and Ximen Wu, I will definitely let you fall into hell."

All kinds of vicious thoughts arose in his heart, and he even thought about contacting more people, forming an alliance, and accusing Ye Mao to the sect together, so that he would be completely finished.

As long as Ye Mao is finished, not only will Zi Yuan's revenge be avenged, but she will also get the power of Earth, Feng, Shui and Fire. This is an excellent plan that kills two birds with one stone.

But before the plan started, he suddenly disappeared in Yanling Small Realm and appeared in the guard tower of Kongliu Academy.

"The benefactor has evil thoughts in his heart and has fallen into the devil's way, Amitabha!"

As soon as Feng Ruoqian came back to his senses, he saw a solemn monk sitting in front of him, looking at him with a smile.

"What kind of place is this?" Feng Ruoqian had a bad feeling, his sudden appearance in this place must have been done by Ye Mao.

"This is the Kongliu Academy founded by the benefactor Ye Maoye." Sun Wukong suddenly appeared in front of Feng Ruoqian, and he smiled, "From today on, the benefactor Ye is the lighthouse on your life journey, and my old grandson is the lighthouse in your life. The mentor on the way is responsible for pulling you out of the magic path."

Feng Ruoqian looked at the smile on Sun Wukong's face, felt hairy in his heart, felt a chilly feeling, wanted to escape, but found that his true power was blocked.

"My old grandson is currently researching the evolution of the 'Tight Curse', which is exclusively for human use. You are my old grandson's test product." Sun Wukong grabbed Feng Ruoqian's arm and disappeared into the guard tower.

On the first day, Feng Ruoqian felt that his head was broken, recovered, broken again, recovered again, and so on and on;

On the second day, he felt that his soul was shattered, and he became seven people, and the seven different thinkings had conflicts, swearing at each other, tearing each other, and the chaos was in utter chaos;

On the third day, he felt a tree growing in his head, and the tree was growing rapidly, and it was going to burst his head.

Feng Ruoqian kept screaming, but the dead monkey ignored his screams and focused on the experiment.

He felt that he was about to collapse. On the fourth day, the dead monkey suddenly told him that there was something wrong with the experimental theory and needed further improvement, so he was told to go to class first.

If he gets good grades in the next month's exam, he can be exempted from being his test product.

"I love the Sea Clan, I love Kongliu City, I love Ye Mao!" Feng Ruoqian followed the teacher's recitation seriously, but felt emotional in his heart—this is simply heaven.

After experiencing repeated failures, Ye Mao finally succeeded in cooking the fourth-grade Zhenyu soup, and then practiced cooking the fourth-grade Huisheng soup, Juhun soup, Wuxingfengtian soup and so on.

With the passage of time, his Tang Dao attainments have been steadily improving, and his swordsmanship, palming, bending and archery are also improving step by step.

After waiting for ten months, Ye Mao's clone finally refined Jie Lingxin.

The 11 people under Wu Qingyue's command hid in a secret cave, surrounded by formations to conceal their breath. They felt that Ye Mao hadn't found them for so long, so they should give up.

"In the future, when the door of Yanling Xiaojie is opened, after Ye Mao leaves, let's sneak out and continue our happy life."

"Ye Mao's grandson is so awesome. He even killed Ximen Wu, but he just has nothing to do with us."

"So, we are the best, and Ye Mao is a fart, and will eventually be killed by our Qianlong Demon Sect."

……

11 people were drinking, chatting very happily, laughing almost constantly.

"You think highly of yourself." Ye Mao appeared in the cave like a ghost holding Jie Lingxin in his hand.

The 11 people immediately became alert, activated the formation that had been arranged in advance, and blasted at Ye Mao.

Ye Mao mobilized the power of Yanling Small Realm through Jie Lingxin, instantly blasted the formation into scum, raised his hand a little, and eleven talismans escaped into their bodies.

"Accept the transformation well!" Ye Mao waved his hand, and all these people were sent to the guard tower of Kongliu Academy.

His figure blurred and disappeared into the cave, mobilizing the power of the Yanling Small Realm to set up a protective barrier around the Yanling Hall.

Then he raised his right hand and waved towards Void, and Void left a hole, which rapidly expanded and turned into a huge door, bigger than the ancient bronze door.

There are many elders in the sect who are opening the door, and now a door suddenly appeared, which alarmed them immediately, and they immediately notified the suzerain.

Suzerain Xiao Jiuyan, Hongpao Patriarch, Dan Chenzi and other senior officials rushed over after hearing the news.

At this time, Ye Mao appeared at the gate, and immediately said to many high-level officials: "The person who destroyed the ancient bronze gate and attempted to destroy the small realm of Yanling is the Black Soil Saint!"

Seeing that the void portal was opened, the black earth sage knew that something was wrong, so he quickly changed his appearance, restrained his breath, and fled quietly towards the outside of the sect.

Ye Mao's first words after his appearance shocked him so much that he couldn't care less about restraining his breath, and immediately swallowed the holy medicine of acceleration, cast the secret technique of burning life essence, and fled with all his strength.

Xiao Jiuyan snorted coldly, sacrificed the great seal of the suzerain, aroused the power of the great array of the extreme evil sect, and pressed down from the head of the black soil saint at an even more terrifying speed, instantly suppressing him.

Immediately afterwards, the master of the Jidao Evil Sect Law Enforcement Hall took out the chain of sealing the holy power, swung it brazenly, and the chain passed through the shoulder of the black soil saint, locking his whole body of holy power.

"Bastard, you bastard..." The Black Soil Saint looked at Ye Mao, his eyes were full of resentment. If he hadn't suffered backlash, how could he be suppressed so easily, "I will curse you forever and ever."

(End of this chapter)