The entire Jade Luang pond was buried in the rubble.
The elders and disciples of the School of Theology ...
At this time, all stood outside.
They looked at this piece of wolf in front of them.
All were dumbfounded.
After a long time.
Kun Yizhen, the head of the court, said: "Brother?"
"Yes, why is there no such thing as the dean?"
"Go to the dean immediately!"
Shui Qianning just went to Xuanqing.
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded.
"No need."
The figure flashed, and Xuan Qing was already standing in front of everyone.
On his face, there was an inexhaustible tiredness.
Short stature.
"Brother, how is it going?"
"Why is this happening?"
In the School of Divinity Medicine, thirteen masters gathered here.
At the same time, he asked Xuan Qing.
"No more going in."
Xuan Qing sighed for a long time.
The voice said very sadly.
"Mrs. Uncle, his old man, has already gone."
"what?"
The other twelve palm masters were collectively shocked!
Then, at the same time show the color of sorrow!
"My wife's uncle is really ... so gone?"
Kun Yi said unbelievably.
"it is true."
Xuan Qing nodded again.
His voice was very painful.
"Uncle wife's own spiritual power guards the jade luang pond for us for three hundred years."
"Finally, because of the lack of spiritual power in the body, the spiritual power of Yuluanchi cannot be suppressed.
"Final death."
"All of us have to miss the grace of my wife's uncle."
"Master Dean, what are you talking about?"
Leng Moxuan couldn't believe it.
What the hell is the wife and uncle they say?
The old man at the door with one foot about to step into the coffin?
For so many years, he has been staying at the gate of Yuluanchi.
Everyone thought that he was the most senior handyman in the School of Theological Medicine.
No one knows his name, his origins.
Today, he suddenly learned from the mouths of the courts.
He is actually the most senior person in the college?
Is it Mrs. Xuanqing's wife?
"Yes, Mrs. Uncle, is the sixteenth generation dean of the college, the real person of the water mirror."
"His old man had been seriously injured that year, so he was inferior to the disciple as the dean, and then, he retired to Yuluanchi to heal."
"And for all disciples of the School of Theology, guard the Yuluan Pool."
Tianboju of the criminal court said very painfully.
"After three hundred years, his old man finally went away."
"We have to mourn my wife and uncle."
"Yes."
Xuan Qing's sad expression.
"Now I announce that the college will go up and down, starting with me, Dai Xiao three days."
"Pray for Uncle Tai."
All the disciples, at this time, were all thundered out of focus.
Every year when they enter the Jade Luang Pool, they will see the old man.
Is it really Mrs. Uncle?
This is too incredible.
Oh my god, I knew he was a hidden expert.
You should hug his thighs more!
Maybe he was happy.
Give yourself a peerless magic!
Damn, it's a mistake!
A group of people thumped their feet there.
At this moment, someone suddenly shouted.
"Huh, what about Sister Ye?"
"Why didn't you see her?"
It was Chu Yuan who spoke.
Those comatose disciples were collectively taken to Xuanyuan for treatment.
Finally awake.
And Chu Yuan, the first time he was awake.
Immediately count your fellow disciples.