The Legend of Futian

302. Chapter 300 can’t be less

The first 300 chapter can not be less

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

However, as the best cultivation site in the East China Sea, the descendants of the East China Sea will still gather in this cultivation.

Within the palace, young men and women are full of vigor and vitality. Many people are also talking about the Nandou family. In Donghai City, they have a princely prince.

At this time, outside the Tokai Academy, there was a line of extraordinary temperament. They walked into the school, and it was the group of Ye Futian.

Ye Futian, Hua Jieyu, Yu Sheng, Yi Qingyi, Tang Yin and others walked in front and stepped into this familiar place. They have a sense of human beings. They were still cultivation here two years ago, but it seems to have been For a long time, even some strangers.

Yi Xiang, Hua Feng Liu, Nan Dou Wenyin and Tang Yin also felt a lot of emotions. They were also part of the East China Sea Palace. Yi Xiang was also the master of Wuqu Palace. Flower and Nandou Wenyin used to be cultivation in Ziwei Palace. Tang Yan was in the cultivation of Wuqu Palace.

But is the Donghai Academy nowadays still the East China Sea Palace?

The temperament of Ye Futian and others is too outstanding, and it immediately attracts the attention of the school discipline.

Especially the forefront of Ye Futian and Hua Jieyu, their faces are too demon, these people, should not be Donghai Xuegong discipline.

At this time, there was a disciper around the age of 18 who came to see Ye Futian and Hua Jieyu and others, his eyes instantly solidified.

“Ye Futian, Hua Jieyu.” He stagnated and whispered: “Ie Gongzhu.”

Then he turned around and moved towards the distance. In a flash, the news of Ye Futian and Hua Jieyu and others came to the East Sea Palace. Even the young people, after knowing their identity, trembled. Is it a group of people who have caused an uproar in the Nandou country? They came out from the East China Sea Palace.

After a while, some elder figures came and saw Yi Xiang and Hua Feng Liu and others, they took a deep breath.

“Iran.” Someone shouted.

“Where is Yan Shao?” Yi Xiang asked bluntly.

“What are you doing back?” someone asked.

“Go to the Purple Palace.” Ye Futian snorted, and the group continued to move forward.

When they came to the Ziwei Palace, many disciples had already descended, and they looked at Ye Futian indifferently. Of course, there was a hint of vigilance.

“Yan Shao?” Ye Futian asked: “I am a teacher, buried in the Ziwei Palace?”

At the beginning, he had warned Yan Shao that he would let his teacher be buried in Ziwei Palace. Otherwise, he would like to be buried in Ziwei Palace.

“Ziwei Palace is not a cemetery.” Someone said coldly.

“So, my teacher is not buried in Ziwei Palace?” Ye Futian’s tone cooled down, and he stepped forward.

“Ye Futian, Nandoutai has stepped into the realm of Wang Hou, I advise you to leave.” One person started talking.

“Nantoutai, prince?” Ye Futian sneered, he looked at Yixiang, said: “In the beginning of the death of the teacher, is Huaxiang and Nandoutai directly killed?”

“Yes.” Yi Xiang nodded.

“Well, Nandoutai will be buried.” Ye Futian whispered, and the strong man of Ziweigong trembled.

Yi Xiang stepped forward and took a step forward. A tyrannical pressure came out and looked at the people in Ziwei Palace: “Where is the old funeral?”

Feeling the pressure of the Iraqi phase, the face of Ziweigong was iron-green, but still did not speak.

“Hey.” Yi Xiang stepped out step by step, and a fist banged out. In an instant, the fists were heavy, and the people in front changed their minds and wanted to resist, but they only heard the loud noise of hōng lóng lóng. The figure was directly shot and the blood was vomiting. They were pale and stared at the Iraqi phase. The main body of the Wuqu Palace was getting stronger.

“Where?” Yi Xiang stepped forward.

“After the death of the piano, Ziweigong discussed how to bury it. The Ziwei Palace is the place of cultivation. Naturally, it is impossible to bury the body. Then the body of the piano is cremated. The ashes are placed in the place where he once lived in the Ziwei Palace. It’s not humiliating him,” one person said.

“The ashes.” Ye Futian smiled, his smile was a bit bleak, his figure flashed, and he took a step in the air. Hua Jieyu followed him, moving towards the place where Hua Jieyu once lived, and was the residence of Qin.

When they came to the old residence of Qin, there were many weeds here, and the run-down courtyard was not taken care of, and even banned, no one was in charge.

In the old house where Qin lived, there was a pot of urns.

Ye Futian and Hua Jieyu stood in front of the casket and felt a bit sad in their hearts.

Hua Jieyu’s beautiful eyes have tears falling down and whispered: “Master.”

Ye Futian’s eyes are also slightly red. He still remembers that when the old piano was here to teach him to play the piano, the kind old man, his smile is such a kind of harmony.

When I got up early that morning, the old man saw him and his words, and wished them always love each other.

He also remembered the chaos of the Nandou family. Although the old man was coveted, the wind and the bones were forever, but after his death, he was so lonely.

Thinking of this, Ye Futian only felt a bit sad.

On the Ziwei Palace, the old man lay quietly here, I am afraid that the East China Sea Palace discipline, did not know that there is such a person.

Ye Futian squatted on the floor, slamming his head against the dusty casket, his head hitting the ground and making a crisp sound.

Hua Jieyu shed tears and licked the old man.

Afterwards, the flowers and the Nandou Wenyin stepped forward and slammed the ground. This is their teacher.

“Master, you like Ziwei Palace, I will let you stay here, although your old man likes to be quiet, but Futian does not want you to be so lonely after leaving, so I will do something, the teacher should not blame me. Ye Futian looked up at the old man’s casket.

“Donghai Xuegong should not forget such a Senior.” Yi Xiang also supports Ye Futian. Although the piano is not famous, it would not be alone in the Ziwei Palace to study the piano, but they could not bear to see it. The old man was still so desolate after leaving.

“Yeah.” Ye Futian nodded, then stood up and walked out, his eyes flashing a cold mans.

I saw that his body was empty, move towards the center of Ziwei Palace, and Yin Xuewei followed behind him. The group of people came to the splendid Ziwei Palace, a straight staircase channel leading to the purple Under the micro palace.

“Ye Futian, you impudent.” Seeing Ye Futian is so rude, many people in the Ziwei Palace came to the cold and scolded.

“Give you half an hour, all rolling, after today, Ziwei Palace no longer exists.” Ye Futian icy open, his voice moves towards the distance, countless people tremble.

At one time, Ye Futian blocked the Ziwei Palace when he was young, and he was a military commander, which made him witness his extraordinary style.

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

“Hurricane.” A strong person in the realm of the heavens stepped out, but saw the silver nine eyes move towards him. He glanced at him. The cold ice of the princely level will bloom, only one glance, the strong body of the realm of the day stopped in the void. Then, the surrounding snow covered his body and turned into an ice sculpture, so it stopped in midair.

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

For a moment, the eyes on the Ziwei Palace were all solidified and pale.

The nine strong men stood behind Ye Futian, and the incomparable terrifying chill came out. It was the breath of the prince, the nine princes.

“Ice is a purple palace.” Ye Futian indifference, the nine princes stepped out, heading to different directions, an extreme cold enveloped the entire Ziwei Palace, snow drifted between heaven and earth, every snowflake, through The chill of the bones.

The snow fell on the body of the Ziweigong, and they felt cold into the bone marrow.

Soon, Ziwei Palace had snow, and it was snowy.

“It’s so cold.” The Ziweigong discipline was all chilly, even though the cultivation was frozen and stopped, and then went out.

Then, the purple micro-powerhouses went downhill.

“Go to the Nandou family and inform the palace owner.” Someone said that the snow is getting bigger and colder and getting colder.

Under the Ziwei Palace, the disciplines of the East China Sea Palace flocked and looked up at the snow falling from the Ziwei Palace. They all felt a terrifying chill.

Gradually, the Ziwei Palace is covered with a layer of silver and becomes crystal clear.

“This…” The East China Sea Palace Disciple reveals a stunned look.

Is this going to freeze the Purple Palace?

crazy!

Ye Futian stood in the Purple Palace, surrounded by his body, endless ice and snow, turned into a snowman, and then he used the Spiritual Qi as a sword to engrave in the snow.

He closed his eyes, and the figure of the old man in the mind was branded there, and the sword continued to fly, and the snow and ice were all over the sky.

Gradually, a statue of an old man playing on the knees appeared in front of him. The statue is very large, up to ten meters. Under the characterization of Ye Futian, it gradually has a certain charm.

He is an engraver and can be portrayed naturally.

A little bit past, the Ziwei Palace has been covered by the ice, and the huge statue has finally been portrayed. The kind old man sits quietly there, with his old hands on the strings.

However, Ye Futian did not stop. He continued to engrave and engraved a crane in front of the statue, standing beside the old man.

Hua Jieyu and Hua Fengliu and others looked quietly, too like, shaped and like.

Later, Ye Futian took the old ashes of the piano and buried it under the statue. He turned and leaned against the silver: “Senior, I hope the statue will last here.”

As soon as the silver one stepped forward, an incomparably terrifying chill erupted from him, the snow storm flew, powerful spells descended, and the move towards the statue rushed.

Soon, the two statues were dressed in silver and crystal clear, like the ice sculptures that never changed.

When the body receded, Ye Futian glanced at the frozen Ziwei Palace, and then started talking: “We went to the Nandou family and brought Nandoutai and Yan Shao. I want them to be turned into ice sculptures and always confess in front of the teacher. There are also Huaxiang and Luotianzi.”

These people are the chief culprit of the death of the master, and one cannot be less!

(End of this chapter)