When Yang Qingxuan returned to his dormitory, he felt inexplicably uneasy.
He sat cross-legged for a while, but he could not calm down.
"Could it be that the pressure from the Eastern Thunder Nation's Imperial Preceptor affected my state of mind?"
While Yang Qingxuan was absent-minded, there was a knock on the door.
He went out to take a look. It was Zong Nanbei, standing solemnly with a cold gaze.
Yang Qingxuan was alerted. "Oh, it's Elder Brother. What brings you here?"
Zong Nanbei said coldly, "I'm here on the orders of the Dean to inform you that the Five Nation Grand Tournament will be held in seven days. You should be prepared."
Yang Qingxuan frowned and said, "Strange, why would the Dean ask you to inform me?"
Zong Nanbei said, "Qing Buli is my master. Back then, he imprisoned me in a place of confinement because of something. I swore that I would not come out until I reached the Martial Origin Realm."
Yang Qingxuan said, "But you seem to have reached the Martial Origin Realm very early."
Zong Nanbei stared at him and said casually, "It's because of Han Kai that I stayed here."
Yang Qingxuan smiled awkwardly, but his smile was a little stiff.
Zong Nanbei's fingers suddenly turned into claws and slapped over for no reason.
That berserk True Qi suddenly exploded, forming an inescapable net that rushed forward to kill. Moreover, the Martial Origin Realm expert directly suppressed the space, making Yang Qingxuan feel like he was shackled by an iron wall with nowhere to escape.
"Sword, come!"
Yang Qingxuan suddenly raised his hand, and the Hundred Ghosts Parade appeared in his hand and placed it in front of him.
"Bang!"
The Hundred Ghosts Parade received Zong Nanbei's palm strike, and the sword trembled. It let out a hundred ghost howls, and resentful ghosts kept appearing in the surroundings. It was as if they had fallen into hell.
"Tsk!
Tsk! "Yang Qingxuan was shaken and slid back, leaving two deep marks on the ground. He retreated to the corner of the wall before stabilizing himself.
His right arm was numb, and the True Qi in his body was surging.
"This Zong North-South is indeed the Martial Origin Realm."
Yang Qingxuan pondered in his heart, and his gaze went cold as he raised his sword and prepared to fight. Moreover, he sneered and said, "Big Brother, did you also receive the Dean's orders to give me pointers in my martial skill?"
Zong Nan Bei directly walked into the room and closed the door, asking, "Where's Han Kai's Trash King?"
Yang Qingxuan said, "What a joke. How would I know?"
Zong Nan Bei stared at him, wanting to see if he was lying. "After your battle with Han Kai that day, you couldn't find any trace of him. Although the purple flames on your body are powerful, I don't believe you can completely destroy Han Kai's corpse. "
Yang Qingxuan's heart skipped a beat as he asked, "Did you mention my battle with Han Kai to the Dean?"
Zongnan Nan snorted, "Of course not, because I'm still hoping to get the Trash King from you. Master doesn't even know about the existence of the Trash King."
Only then did Yang Qingxuan relax. It seemed that Qing Bu Li didn't lie to him that day.
Zong Nan Bei said, "After that battle, I thought about it, and the most likely person to obtain the Trash King is you. Although I don't know how you obtained it, the Trash King is definitely on you! "
His eyes revealed a fierce light, and he seemed very certain.
Yang Qingxuan laughed, "You think I'm like Han Kai, possessed by an external martial spirit?"
Zong Nan Bei said, "That's the only possibility. I advise you to hand over the Trash King, this will be greatly beneficial to you, otherwise, you will end up like Han Kai. "
Yang Qingxuan's sword swept out, drawing a sword beam, and said coldly, "Ridiculous! If I was possessed by the Trash King, would I still be safe and sound like this? Aren't you overestimating me? I can tell you clearly that I didn't obtain the Trash King. It's up to you to believe it or not. "
Zong Nan Bei was startled, saying, "You really didn't obtain it?"
Yang Qingxuan said, "Of course."
The Trash King was still with Hua Jieyu. Although Hua Jieyu was with him, he indeed didn't obtain the Trash King, so she didn't lie to him.
Zong Nan Bei was stunned for a moment. He naturally could tell that Yang Qingxuan wasn't lying, so he said in a daze, "Where did the Trash King go? Such a terrifying martial spirit can't be destroyed in one battle. "
Yang Qingxuan frowned, saying, "Han Kai is dead, so the martial spirit naturally dissipated into the world. Isn't that normal?"
Zong Nan Bei looked at him with disdain, saying, "Tch, that's not an ordinary martial spirit. If it was going to dissipate, it wouldn't exist in the world anymore. Although your purple fire is terrifying, it can't burn the Trash King clean. If you didn't obtain it, the martial spirit might have possessed another student, or run away on its own. "
"Run away on its own …"
Yang Qingxuan was stunned, saying, "Isn't that a little too whimsical?"
Zong Nan Bei said, "It's difficult for a martial spirit that has lost its host to exist in the world for a long time, but it can still exist for a short period of time. After all, the Trash King's host body has been in the dragon statue for many years. "
Yang Qingxuan said, "Then what do you plan to do now?"
Zong Nan Bei's face was gloomy, and he didn't say anything. After a while, he said, "I'll go and check all the students who were present that day. If I still can't find it, then I can only say that I'm not fated."
After saying that, he no longer made things difficult for Yang Qingxuan, and turned to leave.
Yang Qingxuan watched him leave, put away his sword, pondered for a while, and went into seclusion.
Seven days passed in the blink of an eye.
After Yang Qingxuan came out of the secret room, he saw two teachers standing in front of the door. One of them was unfamiliar, and the other was Qin Zhen.
Yang Qingxuan was stunned, "Teachers, are you here to inform me?"
The unfamiliar teacher smiled, "In order to protect you, the principal ordered us to stay here for seven days."
Yang Qingxuan was moved, cupping his fists, "Teachers, thank you for your trouble."
Qin Zhen smiled, "Let's go, it's getting late. We're the hosts, so we have to go early."
The gathering place was in the main hall of the Heavenly Consort Academy.
When Yang Qingxuan arrived, there were already over a hundred people sitting there. They were all the academy's elders and teachers, as well as the upper echelons of the empire.
Qing Buli and Emperor Su Yu were discussing something in low voices. Yi Kun, Wu Hao, and Si Feiyu of the seven elders were all present. Among the upper echelons of the empire, Su Ze, Su Ying, You Ye, and the other members of the imperial family, as well as the patriarchs of the four great aristocratic families, were all present.
This was the highest level of martial arts in the five countries, and every country placed great importance on it.
Yang Qingxuan followed the two teachers into the hall. Immediately, the hall fell silent and all eyes were on him.
Su Yu also stopped talking and looked over, "Yang Qingxuan, do you have confidence in getting first place?"
Yang Qingxuan smiled, "Let's not answer this question. No matter how I answer, His Majesty won't be satisfied."
"Haha, interesting."
Su Yu smiled, "If you say you're not confident, I won't be happy. If you say you're confident, I'll think you're frivolous. When the Jin Emperor told me you were the captain, I still felt a little repulsed in my heart. "
Yang Qingxuan smiled in response, then walked over to Yin Yao and the others. Yin Yao and the others had already arrived, and he was the last to arrive.
Su Yu was stunned, "Don't you want to know what I think of you now?"
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