Anbeck was stopped by the old dean's words. After being stunned, he waved his hand and said with a grim smile, "Old man, do you want me to practice in the monastery? What you said doesn't count."

Hum? Old President Yu's face sank and was about to speak. Only Dean Huang could speak hurriedly, "Old President, this... the superiors really value him."

"Hmm?" The old dean frowned slightly, and was not angry and powerful. "Do you pay attention to the show in the monastery? Which one are you talking about... tell me?"

"Old Dean, I really don't mean to be disrespectful to you," Dean Huang was so anxious that he was about to sweat. "It's true, it's true..."

"Okay, you need not say anything," the old dean waved his hand and looked at Ann Beck again. "You said just now that it was not your man who acted first, right? If you found out that you were lying... you consciously left Chaoyang Reconstruction Hall, is that okay?"

How dare Anbeck agree to such conditions? He came here to practice, but his father had high hopes. If he was driven out, his father would probably have the will to kill him.

Even if he is not killed, his future will not be good - you should know that he has hundreds of siblings.

So after hesitating, the prince continued to act like a scoundrel, "I was behind the rockery and didn't see clearly...but I believe my servant."

"With such a responsibility, I'm embarrassed to say that I'm a prince?" The old dean looked at him disdainfully, raised his chin at a middle-aged man in his early thirties, "Go and get a retrospective talisman."

The retrospective talisman... When the people around him heard this, they immediately took a breath. The old dean was really willing to let it go.

Soon, the middle-aged man turned around. There was an old man next to him. He smiled and said, "Old Yu, you don't need to go back and forth. Just give me the basin of buckeye tea."

"Don't even think about it," said Mr. Yu, who waved his hand and replied simply, "Two hundred silver dollars."

"I'll give you five hundred silver dollars, you can sell me the retrospective talisman," the old man glared and spoke angrily.

When everyone heard this, they burst into laughter. The price of the retrospective talisman is much higher than the price of the personal retrospective.

The secret technique of retrospectiveness. As long as it is practiced and practiced, it can be used. However, retrospectiveness cannot be produced by practiced and practiced. Moreover, talismans are very convenient to use and can be stimulated by anyone anytime and anywhere.

Of course, the price will not be low if you ask for a practice, but if you ask for a practice, you can't help it. If you can't help it, you won't care too much about the price of asking for a practice.

However, the use of the secret technique of backtracking is also a price to pay. It is also necessary for the invitee to make compensation.

The two old men were quarreling, but later the old man was not slow to act. After asking the location of the conflict, he drew a few lines in the air with his hands. Then he pinched his hand and opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood. "Du!"

Immediately afterwards, an image appeared in the void. Although there was no sound, you could understand a rough idea by just looking at the images.

Backtracking actually means that it cannot be accurate to every minute or second for a period of time, so you must go forward quickly or rewind. Later, the old man's face soon turned pale.

However, everyone understood the process of the conflict. The young man with new injuries on his face was so innocent that he could not be innocent anymore. He was blocked by someone, and then pushed by someone, and then the Cultivator took action, and he wanted to cut off his arm.

Then, something even more infuriating happened. The tattooed cultivator on his face cut it down with a knife, and it turned out to be a killing person.

"Hold the grass!" The onlookers couldn't accept it immediately, and Qiqi glared at Anbeck.

The prince spread his hands innocently, "I said, I was not present at the time, right?"

"Do you dare to be more shameless?" The person who spoke was the second-year junior. He just pointed out that the possible loopholes in Li Yongsheng's language were just showing off his insight. In essence, he was still a simple-minded person.

So he was easily irritated by the scene of backtracking, "This is Middle-earth, do you really think it is the Crescent Kingdom?"

Ambeck's face was even thicker than everyone thought, "Okay, I'll punish my servants, and I can execute them, but... what should I do if I offend me?"

He glanced at Dean Huang with a slanted look, "I think it's better to hand over the arresting house."

"Occursing you? You really think of yourself," said Mr. Yu, "The Chaoyang Grand Reconstruction Hall, are all cultivators, and their identities are equal. Since you are not used to it, I will give you face... Be more conscious and drop out of school."

"You want me to drop out of school?" Ann Baker stared at him in disbelief. "The diplomatic disputes caused by this... can you afford it?"

"Where are there any disputes? All I see is foreigners bullying their own people," said Dean Yu, snorting coldly, "Besides, does Central Turkey and Crescent Kingdom... have diplomacy?"

"Okay, okay, let's stop here," Dean Huang stood up, spoke loudly, and then squeezed out a smile at Li Yongsheng, "This Xiusheng, please continue to live in the villa."

Li Yongsheng snorted coldly with disdain, his mouth moved, and finally glanced at Kong Shujie, "I don't want to live here anymore, what are you looking at?"

Mr. Kong also sneered, "The great Chaoyang Villa is controlled by a flatterer like you, and the scenery has become annoying. We can't stay here anymore... Let me tell you, this matter is not over."

Dean Huang nodded indifferently, "If you don't stay, then forget it. I originally wanted to waive the fee."

Kong Shujie became more and more angry when she saw his appearance. She glanced at the old dean, "Old teacher, this person is closely associated with the country of New Moon, and even distracts from right and wrong. I suggest you check carefully whether there is anything unspeakable."

At this moment, a roar rang out, "No matter what, the prince's servant was cut off from his stomach. It's not fake. I strongly request to go to the arresting room!"

It turned out that the middle-aged man was rescued from the lake and shouted angrily.

"That's right," Ann Beck cursed himself secretly. He didn't want to catch such a big handle, and insisted on getting involved in any details. He glanced at the old man later, "You can look back and see how he was shot."

The old man glanced at him and let out a hum from his nose, "Stick to me...who are you?"

The middle-aged man immediately shut up. Although the cultivation system of the Crescent Kingdom is not much the same as that of the Middle-earth Kingdom, he still knows this.

A Hua Xiu scolded him, and he could only hold his tail and shut up obediently.

But he was not helpless. The next moment, he gritted his teeth, pulled out the scimitar, and cut the middle fingers of his hands, "When I don't have a magic trick to trace back?"

His two middle fingers applied to his face for a while, drew a mysterious hexagonal pattern, then raised his hand and drew a vertical bloody mouth in the center of his forehead, as if there was an additional vertical eye.

After doing all this, he knelt down to the west, kowtowed six times, and shouted loudly, "Please behold God's eyes!"

An obscure fluctuation slowly came out from him, and blood began to flow out from his eyebrows, but the blood did not drip, but was suspended in the air very strangely.

Dean Yu exchanged glances with the old man and smiled disdainfully - as the two of them practiced cultivation, of course they had heard of this method.

When the blood was half the size of a volleyball, it suddenly disappeared from the air and turned into a red blood mist of one meter in a circle. First, it looked like an eye, and after a moment of twisting, an image of the lake appeared on it.

It takes a lot of energy to ask for the divine eyes, especially Si Xiu paid a huge price for asking for the divine eyes. However, the middle-aged man has already sacrificed his life and must ask Li Yongsheng for his sins.

However, after a moment, he was still disappointed, "This is...how could he hurt himself?"

Looking back and forth at the scene, he finally had to admit that the one who was cut by the knife was injured under his own knife.

"This is simply nonsense!" He scolded loudly, "It must be someone who has done something, it must be!"

"Huh?" Kong Shujie narrowed her eyes and said gloomyly, "Are you looking for death by accusing me of Hua Xiu in the dynasty?"

Those who can make false in retrospectives must at least be at the level of transformation and cultivation.

"How could he slash himself hard at the moment he fell into the water?" the middle-aged man shouted loudly.

"Is it strange?" The second-middle school boy snorted coldly with disdain, "His arm was slapped by water and pressed on his belly."

"Is it being photographed by the water?" The middle-aged man looked back in shock, his eyes full of disbelief, "You want to say that soft water can have such great energy?"

"Second guy," the middle-aged boy rolled his eyelids, "You'll know if you jumped into the water from a high place?"

Everyone also looked at the pale middle-aged man with pity: he is worthy of being from a water-deficient country.

The middle-aged man had already lost too much blood. When he saw everyone looking at him like this, he couldn't lift it up in one breath, so he fainted.

Kong Shujie was also worried that Li Yongsheng would be sent to the arresting room. Although she was still angry in her heart, she also breathed out: It really has nothing to do with him.

She pondered for a moment, walked to the old dean Yu and bowed, "Old teacher, I will move out with my disciples first. I will be free to turn back. Let's see you again."

The old dean waved his hand and said lightly, "The senior scholar came again, otherwise I won't see you."

The old teacher has always been so weird, and Kong Shujie didn't care. Then he bowed to the old man, "Thank you for your help, some gold and silver are in your luggage, waiting for me to get it."

"General Tutor, I have some more here," Li Yongsheng greeted, "five or six taels of gold."

The backtracking technique consumes qi and blood. No one can let Hua Xiu work in vain. Five or six taels of gold are a lot, but if you have money, you may not be able to hire Hua Xiu.

The reason why Mr. Yu was able to offer a price of 200 silver dollars was mainly because he was too familiar with the old man, so he could just give some nutritional fees, and he didn't consider the appearance fee at all.

Of course, Li Yongsheng could not give it this way, and this matter was caused by him, so he could not let General Kong Yu pay for him.
Chapter completed!