Chapter 134: Principal Fu, Who Speaks Sweetly

"I want to take him away. Who agrees? Who opposes?"

No one dared to speak out, and no one dared to challenge the majesty of the emperor-level strongman.

"Ancestor, what should we do? Should we fight him?" Mo Qingkuang was very anxious.

If he went to Yuanjian Sect with Qin Wufeng, his life would definitely be gone! It would be better to ask the ancestor to possess him, maybe he could create a miracle and escape with a glimmer of life.

"Hehe~Don't panic, you won't die." Mo Fan said lazily, and even yawned.

But he was not as nervous as Mo Qingkuang, but quite relaxed.

After practicing the "Soul Nourishing Sutra", Mo Fan's soul strength was stronger than before. He clearly sensed that there was more than one Martial Emperor nearby.

There was another one, and he was very familiar with the breath of that one.

Mo Qingkuang was speechless for a while, and he was almost in front of him! Should we resist? Or compromise?

Could it be that the ancestor wanted to change his sect and switch to Yuanjian Sect?

Speaking of his current talent of wind spirit body, in the eyes of Yuanjian Sect, the value should be much higher than Lin Yang, who has a heavenly bone!

Maybe...

Mo Qingkuang was thinking about a lot of things, and Qin Wufeng was getting closer and closer.

"If you can't resist, then try to enjoy it." Mo Qingkuang could only comfort himself in this way.

"He's coming." Mo Fan's voice sounded in Mo Qingkuang's heart.

As if responding to him, a lazy voice came into everyone's ears: "I object."

Everyone was shocked. Who dared to challenge the majesty of the Sword Emperor?

As everyone knows, the Sword Emperor Qin Wufeng is the one with the worst temper among all the martial emperors in the Tianxuan Empire. He may kill people if he disagrees with them.

Looking at the source of the sound, in front of Mo Qingkuang, there was a middle-aged fat man standing with his hands behind his back.

The fat man was pale, with a pair of mustaches, and his beard was messy on his chin. His hairstyle was also messy. Although he was wearing a long gown, his clothes were wrinkled.

His eyes were small, his face was full of flesh, and he was wearing a pair of flip-flops. At this moment, he was using his left toes to touch the calf of his right foot.

He looked very wretched and slovenly.

But it was this slovenly fat man who made the entire Imperial College, which was in a desperate atmosphere, suddenly come alive.

Qin Wufeng's face changed even more when he saw this. Not only did he not move forward, but he took a step back vigilantly and exclaimed: "Fu Qing? Why are you here!"

The person who came was Fu Qing, the principal of the Imperial College. Fu Qing had not always been following the Imperial College team, but he wanted to come and see it on a whim.

After all, his beloved disciple with the earth spirit body would definitely show off his power this time, and it was not bad for him to come and save his face.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived, he did not see the disciple showing off his power, but saw Qin Wufeng bullying his students in the Imperial College, and immediately came out to save the situation.

After hearing Qin Wufeng's exclamation, the whole audience was in an uproar. This wretched fat man is actually the principal of the Imperial College, 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 a little better. He put on his slippers again and stomped on the ground lightly.

Those people in the Imperial College who seemed to have been cast into a fixed body spell finally regained their freedom.

He took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, threw it to a grandmaster, and ordered: "Go and give Wu Ming one. You are such a flatterer. You are so old, but you still touch people."

The grandmaster responded and helped Wu Ming, who was lying on the ground and didn't know whether he was dead or alive, to feed him the pill.

"Principal."

"Principal."

"Teacher."

Everyone in the Imperial College saluted Fu Qing.

Fu Qing nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad, you are very competitive, and I am very happy, old Fu."

He smiled, and the fat on his face was squeezed into a ball, which was very funny.

Then, he set his sights on Mo Qingkuang and discovered his wind spirit body. He chuckled and said, "Well, this time, old Zheng is so happy."

Zheng Tao envied Fu Qing for a while because Chen Kong achieved the earth spirit body. Fu Qing saw all these things.

Now Zheng Tao's disciple Mo Qingkuang has also achieved the spirit body, and he is also happy for Zheng Tao.

Finally, he turned his attention to Qin Wufeng, with a face full of anger: "Flattery snoring! Qin Wufeng, you are also an old man, why do you bully the younger generation so excitedly?"

Qin Wufeng's face was extremely gloomy. He hadn't fought with Fu Qing for a long time.

If there is still someone in Zhongzhou who makes him afraid, the empress is the first, and Fu Qing is the second.

The last time they fought, Fu Qing was already a first-grade martial emperor, equivalent to him, but he locked the victory within a hundred moves.

Now more than ten years have passed, and I don't know how far Fu Qing has reached. Indistinctly, he still can't see through the wretched fat man in front of him.

"Why don't you speak? Are you dumb? Flattery! Weren't you very capable just now? Who agrees? Who opposes?" Qin Wufeng didn't say anything, but Fu Qing didn't intend to let him go, and his mouth kept opening and closing like a machine gun.

"Look how capable you are? You are good at bullying children! Why don't you be capable on the battlefield? You are idle all day long, why are you everywhere?"

"You!" Qin Wufeng was furious. Fu Qing's words were like a lecture to a student. He could bear it!

"What do you mean by you? Hey~ You flattered me, but you didn't learn anything good, and you only learned from your old senior brother! How many years have you been promoted to the Martial Emperor? He still didn't pass the position of the Sect Master to you to serve on the battlefield? He is obviously afraid of death! Tell me about your Yuanjian Sect, the Sect Master is such a thing, what kind of good disciples can you bring out?" Fu Qing was relentless, spitting everywhere.

Qin Wufeng saw Fu Qing accusing his senior brother again, and couldn't help but want to defend himself: "My senior brother..."

"Yes. It was your senior brother who led you astray, so shameless and unreasonable! In the secret realm, life and death are determined by fate! You still want to explain to the disciples of our country's Zijian? I gave you face?"

It was also the first time that everyone saw such a style of emperor-level strongman. They laughed secretly in their hearts, but they held it back and didn't dare to laugh out loud.

Seeing the majestic Sword Emperor Qin Wufeng being scolded by Fu Qing like a child, and not even being able to get a word in, also overturned their three views.

So this is how the martial emperors 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 completely destroyed. He whispered to Chen Kong beside him.

Chen Kong's calm face finally showed a rare and awkward shyness. He turned his head away, pretending not to hear, and no longer looked at Fu Qing who was still scolding himself.

Looking at the faces of the tutors in the Imperial College, they were all the same.

This principal is reliable in strength, but his character...

Hearing Fu Qing's words, almost scolding the eighteen generations of Yuanjian Sect's ancestors, Qin Wufeng finally couldn't help it. With a crisp sword sound, the sword behind him was unsheathed: "Enough! Stop talking! Draw your sword!"