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After finally eating the dark dishes cooked by Ning Rongrong, Ning Fengzhi forced his stomach to endure the pain of being overwhelmed and said:

"Rongrong, you came to see Dad so late for Yang Ming's business, right?"

Before she could speak, Ning Fengzhi covered his forehead and said:

"Actually, if you don’t come to me, I originally wanted to talk to you about this matter. According to the investigation I brought down to this day, I can basically confirm that Yang Ming is not the murderer, but another question comes, who is the murderer? The real killer of Death Wind Xiaotian?"

"After all, Feng Xiaotian's background is not small, with the support of the academy and the sect behind him, and now that side is pressing me to find out the real culprit for Feng Xiaotian, and he can't find it in one day. If Yang Ming is let go, the old men and old ladies of the Shenfeng Academy will not give up, they will anger Yang Ming."

"So at this stage, although Yang Ming is temporarily detained in the Temple of Wuhun Temple, it is not a good thing, so as to avoid being attacked by the Shenfeng Academy."

Listening to his father's explanation, Ning Rongrong bit her lower lip all the way, almost breaking the skin of her lip.

"But..." Ning Rongrong thought for a while and said, "Dad, if you haven't found the real culprit who killed Feng Xiaotian, wouldn't it be that Yang Ming will always be imprisoned in the Spirit Temple?"

"If you really get to that point," Ning Fengzhi sighed, seeing a mist of water appearing in her daughter's beautiful eyes, followed by a trace of firmness in her eyes, and said: "Then I have to save my face and ask God. The people at the Wind Academy can hold their hands high."

Although the Academy of Five Elements usually has internal fights, once it encounters external enemies or external conflicts, they usually speak in one voice, after all, they are forces of the same energy.

This incident of Yang Ming was even more of a fuse. Not only was the Shenfeng Academy demanding that Yang Ming be severely punished, but the other four Five Element Colleges also fell into trouble. They were also very happy to see Yang Ming, a peerless genius, died.

For this reason, even though Ning Fengzhi, as the Sect Master of the Colorful Liuli Sect, can usually not be afraid of a sacred wind academy, at the moment, he can only put down his body to intercede.

Ning Rongrong didn't understand these joints, but he also understood that his father was not the one who likes to ask for help. There were a lot of things on his back. He subconsciously squeezed Ning Fengzhi's hand, beautiful eyes with a hint of gratitude, said:

"Thank you Dad."

Seeing the appearance of her daughter's unwillingness, Ning Fengzhi felt distressed, but also jealous of Yang Ming.

It is said that women’s colleges do not stay here. When my daughter was a child, she was a warm little padded jacket, but when she grew up, she became a little padded jacket of other people.

With such emotion, Ning Fengzhi took Rongrong into his arms and gently patted her back, saying:

"Don't worry, even if the sky falls, dad is still holding it."

...

Late at night.

Platinum Bishop Salas sat on a chair with a deep complexion. He was in a large-scale practice room. At this time, there were about 300 people sitting cross-legged, the youngest one who had just awakened from the age of six. At the age, the horrible old man with the hair down on the temples, the horrible old lady, the level of the soul master is very different, the weakest is even a sixth-level soul fighter, and the highest is the soul king above fifty-level.

After the previous failure of the Templar Knight, Platinum Bishop Salas was obviously still not reconciled. He invited these three hundred people to serve as the test subjects and continued to test the Eight Door Dunjia.

Ideal is beautiful, reality is very skinny.

Facts have proved that the previous Templar's luck was really good. The first three doors of the Eight Gate Dunjia were all going well, until the fourth door was opened.

But the three hundred people in front of them are very miserable. After all, the first door of the Bamen Dunjia is in the human head. If you lose concentration or your soul power is disordered, your head will "boom", bursting and rags. , Like a watermelon bursting.

This made Platinum Bishop Salas's face extremely ugly.

...

No words for a night.

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Three poles in the sun, Yang Ming awoke lazily from his sleep.

After getting up, Yang Ming realized that it was rare to have a nap today. If it were normal, he would have gotten up before dawn.

In addition, Yang Ming was holding his head, always feeling a little dizzy, as if he was sick and had a fever.

As for the dream he had last night, Yang Ming had long remembered it clearly.

Shaking his heavy head, his head was as heavy as lead injected, Yang Ming felt a little strange in his heart, and said in his heart:

"If something goes wrong, there must be a demon, and this is the Wuhun Palace, maybe something happened last night, otherwise my condition is not so bad today."

Yang Ming was suspicious and looked around. It happened that three Templar knights were guarding him, one by one, with round eyes, moving along with him and diverting his eyes. He didn't dare to let Yang Ming leave their sight. Outside.

The life of being watched can be uncomfortable at all, especially when the watchers are three uncles with full faces and feet, it is even more painful.

The dungeon where Yang Ming was detained, as well as the matching toilet. After Yang Ming briefly washed, he saw the three Templars guarding himself for a moment, and he couldn't open the door to fight Luo Chenxin, who was waiting outside the door. Contact and ask if anything happened yesterday.

This can't work!

Yang Ming was secretly anxious, and after pacing around for a while, he thought about it.

Yang Ming turned his head to look at the three Templar knights, and said with an unhappy expression:

"Where is my breakfast?"

A Templar said nonchalantly:

"Sorry, it's already past breakfast time, just wait a little longer and lunch will be delivered soon."

"No! I'm going to eat breakfast!" Yang Ming was like a rebellious teenager in puberty, and said with a sullen temper: "If you don't send it to me, I will take it myself!"

The three Templars looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

However, in order to turn the big things into small things, they still compromised after all. One of the Knights Templar said:

"You wait here again, I will come as soon as I go."

After that, he turned and left. At the moment when the door was opened, Yang Ming and Jian Douluo Chenxin looked at each other unexpectedly.

Before entering the Martial Spirit Palace, Jian Douluo Chen was afraid that Yang Ming would have an accident. The two agreed early that if they noticed something was wrong, they would make a gesture, and if there was no accident, they would blink.

But at this time, Jian Douluo Chenxin blinked at Yang Ming, indicating that there was no accident.

Yang Ming frowned. His instinct told him that something must have happened. He had only eaten breakfast and stayed until night, and nothing was abnormal before Yang Ming was about to go to sleep.

But at this moment, Yang Ming's pupils automatically opened the kaleidoscope to write round eyes. He had hypnotized himself with the hints in his dream before, but now when it is time to start, he will tell all what happened in the dream last night.

"That's it."

For a long time, after Yang Ming digested the news in his dream, he sneered:

"Salas underestimated me."

"When I fall into a dream, the world will tremble!"

(It's a flop... Actually it's only five shifts, desperate)