Cang Haiyan's existence in Dongzhou is indeed the most mysterious place. Many powerful people never mention Cang Haiyan after entering it.
It seemed like he had made some agreement with Cang Haiyan.
The fact that this Dongzhou event was held in the mysterious Canghaiyan really surprised everyone.
The friends of Fengyun Team were chatting and then moved on to another topic.
Looking at the countless ships and feeling the restrained yet powerful auras of various big figures, Yunzheng found it strange.
Mo Jing's eyes suddenly focused on a person, he raised his chin and said with a half-smile: "Look, Amuta Kongye, who was brought back to the Holy Court by us from the place of exile, is here too!"
"It's really him!" Mu Yin also looked in the direction.
Nangong Qingqing smiled and said, "After we captured him and brought him back to the Holy Court, it was said that the Holy Court negotiated with the people from the foreign race and asked them to exchange resources for their foreign prince."
Zhongli Wuyuan: "I heard that Amuta Kongye holds some weight in the heart of the foreign king, so we used resources to exchange him for him."
"I think that prince is also a ruthless character who is bound to retaliate. Yunzheng, you have bullied and teased me so many times, so you have to be careful." Yu Qiu looked at Yunzheng and said in a teasing tone with a hint of warning.
Feng Xinglan nodded and said seriously: "That makes sense."
Several people looked at her.
The corner of Yunzheng's mouth twitched: "..."
The ships of the Holy Court are very large, so the disciples of the Holy Court gather together in twos and threes. Some chat and look at the scenery, while others stand quietly, as if they are independent from the world.
Qiu Yuanli, Meng Wanqing, Xiao Chen and Yi Fusheng stood together and talked.
Qiu Yuanli's eyes occasionally fell on the team on the other side unconsciously, and she saw that delicate and beautiful little face that always had a slight smile on it, and the other seven people, each with their own merits.
They are all new students.
"Sister, why do you always look at Junior Sister Yun?"
Xiao Chen asked curiously when he saw Qiu Yuanli looking towards Yunzheng from time to time.
Before Qiu Yuanli could say anything, the tall woman next to her with a tall ponytail and long hair, a cool look and a calm face spoke up, "Yuanli, is this your master's new junior sister?"
Qiu Yuanli sneered, "Late Qing, Fusheng, this is your junior sister too."
When Meng Wanqing and Yi Fusheng heard this, they were a little confused at first, but they figured it out in the next moment.
This Yunzheng worshiped not just one master, but four masters.
Their master is Nan Batian.
Thinking about it this way, except for the elite disciples of weapon refining, Yunzheng is the younger junior sister of the elite disciples of the other four colleges.
Yi Fusheng raised his eyelids and curved the corners of his mouth.
"Our master has taken in so many disciples this year, several more than our previous class."
During their time, Nan Batian only accepted Lan Yichen, Meng Wanqing, Yinze and him.
This year, at least eight were collected.
After a pause, Yi Fusheng looked at Meng Wanqing and teased: "I heard that this junior sister Yunzheng is as violent as you. She is known as the violent little witch."
Xiao Chen interrupted and disagreed: "I think the late Qing Dynasty was more violent, and Junior Sister Yun looks very weak."
Meng Wanqing didn't reply, but her eyes clearly said 'she is not worthy to compare with me'.
"These members of the Fengyun Team are quite old, but they are still a bit young." Qiu Yuanli commented in a condescending tone.
The strength is so low...
It was also at the bottom.
Xiao Chen, Yi Fusheng, and Meng Wanqing did not refute the words, so they acquiesced.
At this moment, Nangong Junze and Jing Zhan, who were standing not far behind them, heard this and looked at each other, their eyes dark and unclear, and finally they curled their lips in mockery.
If you look down on others, you will get into trouble.
Those people in the Fengyun Team, no, those perverted lunatics, if they really get mad, the two vice-deans may not be able to deal with them.
Nangong Junze knew very well that the people in his Fengyun Team were pretending to be pigs and eating tigers.
Nangong Junze suddenly remembered that night just a few days after entering the Holy Academy. In the courtyard of Room 666, he wanted to join the Fengyun Team...
However, he failed to make a firm choice in the end and missed the opportunity to join Fengyun Team.
He felt very regretful. If he had joined it at that time, he might have had a different experience!
His imperial sister Qingqing was very confused before, as if she had closed herself in a small box and lived a normal life as a princess of a superpower.
Ever since she met Yunzheng and joined the Fengyun Team, her whole person has exuded a different brilliance. There is a firm light in her eyes and she has found her direction.
He would laugh unscrupulously, and he would also make noises with them...
When Jing Zhan saw Nangong Junze looking regretful, he frowned and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
Nangong Junze sighed and told Jing Zhan about his connection with Fengyun Team.
After Jing Zhan heard this, he patted him heavily on the shoulder.
"To be honest, I feel sorry for you, brother."
"Because I have an inexplicable hunch that the title Fengyun Team may be resounding throughout Dongzhou."
Nangong Junze: "..." The regret is even deeper.
Nangong Junze looked at him, changed the subject and asked, "Don't you want to pursue Yunzheng?"
Hearing this, the careless Jing Zhan stood up straight with a sincere smile on his face, "Nangong, can you ask her out for me? I want to treat her to a meal."
Nangong Junze's eyes moved slightly. Jing Zhan really wanted to chase Yunzheng, but there were six beauties in the Fengyun Team, each with their own merits. How could it be Jing Zhan's turn?
In order not to disappoint his brother, he nodded and said, "We'll talk about it when we have a chance."
…
The Holy Court ship traveled for a long time before arriving at Canghaiyan Island.
After they got off the boat, a thin old man with half-white hair walked out of Cang Haiyan's barrier.
Walk towards them step by step.
There is a bright red mole between his eyebrows.
The thin old man cupped his hands in the direction of Song Ji and said with a smile: "Dean Song, and several vice-presidents, we haven't seen each other for a long time."
Song Ji smiled, returned the salute, and said, "It turns out to be Mr. Lu."
Lou Fengxian looked surprised and said, "I didn't expect that Mr. Lu would be the guide today. This is a bit overkill."
The thin old man who was called "Lao Lu" waved his hands and smiled with a wrinkled face. He said modestly: "Where this is, I, Lu, am not a big shot."
"Let's put aside the polite words for the time being. Just be aware of what's going on. Dean Song and your team from the Holy Academy, please follow Lu to Cang Haiyan and check in."
Lu Lao said with a smile, turned his body sideways, raised his hand, and made a "please" gesture.
Song Ji nodded politely.
The five vice-deans looked at each other, with a hint of unknown meaning hidden in their eyes.