Zhao Yang sat upright on the back of Xuelang, looking at the person with qi and blood in front of him, muttering in his heart: Can't these people from the Frost and Snow Sword Academy be all muscular men, right?

The man also looked at Zhao Yang riding on the snow wolf's back at this time, and curled his lips and said, "So there is a master."

Then he lifted the sword and shouted: "What are you doing when I come to my Frost and Snow Sword Courtyard?"

"My master comes to the Shuangxue Sword Academy to practice." Mochi, who had been following Zhao Yang, leaned out and whispered to the man.

At this time, Mo Chi's temperament had changed drastically. With the actions of the ancestor Tianhong, the demonic energy on his body was covered up. Now he looks like a butler in the late stage of Qi Refining.

When he heard that he was here to practice, the man looked at Zhao Yang in confusion, then looked at the snow wolf under his crotch and Mo Chi behind him, and suddenly a earnest smile appeared on his face.

"Okay, okay, my junior brother is here!"

He stepped forward, pressed Xuelang's neck, and half pulled it away.

"Junior brother, my name is Zhuge Jun. From now on, you call me Big Pig Brother, my younger brother Zhuge Hong, you call him Little Zhuge."

Zhao Yang didn't react for a moment. He wanted to come to the Sword Academy to practice. He didn't need any procedures and could get started directly?

Also, before I even took out Mu Canghe's scabbard, I became my junior brother?

Is this progress too fast?

"Your surname is my junior brother?"

Zhuge Jun, who was pulling the snow wolf in front, turned his head and looked at Zhao Yang.

"Zhao Yang."

"Oh, Junior Brother Zhao, let me tell you, you chose the right choice for our Frost and Snow Sword Academy. Our Sword Academy is within an radius of 800 miles, that's this!" He gestured his thumb and said proudly.

A eighth-grade sect can shock 800 miles? This is worse than a ninth-grade sect...

As Zhuge Jun walked forward, Zhao Yang saw the continuous dark mountains.

His face darkened and his brows frowned.

As he kept approaching the mountains, his blood and blood rushed uncontrollably.

Fortunately, his control of qi and blood had reached a subtle state. After a little adjustment, his face turned as usual.

"Good guy, this is a magnetic mountain, and it's still super magnetic." The voice of the ancestor Tianhong sounded in Zhao Yang's ears: "This sword courtyard is built here, either a madman or a real master."

The further he moved forward, the slower Zhuge Jun, who was tall in front of him, walked slowly.

He carried the great sword on his back, and seemed to use his strength to every step.

"This kid is tempering his body. Just this big sword weighs at least a thousand pounds in this Magnetic Mountain." Old Ancestor Tianhong said lightly.

This Frost and Snow Sword Courtyard is a bit interesting. Zhao Yang couldn't help but be extremely curious and expectant about such a sword courtyard built under the Magnetic Mountain.

After walking for more than an hour, there are still thirty miles away from Black Magnetic Mountain, a huge courtyard.

The blue bricks and red tiles and white walls and flying eaves are quite grand.

"Master, Master, I will bring you fat. My junior brother is here!"

Zhuge Jun almost said the word "Fat Sheep" with a strange cry.

"Bang!"

The tall red painted gate of the Sword Courtyard instantly opened from the inside, and a black figure flew out.

Zhao Yang looked closely and saw a thin old man standing in front of him.

The old man stared at Xuelang and his throat moved slightly.

The snow wolf seemed to feel the danger and stepped back continuously.

The old man looked up at Zhao Yang, then looked at Mochi behind him, and then his expression became clear: "I, Zhuge Rui, the head of the Frost and Snow Sword Academy, I wonder what you are doing here?"

Zhao Yang jumped off the snow wolf's back and bowed to the old man and said, "Junior Zhao Yang, come here to practice with his name."

"Mu Ming?" The old man smiled and looked at Zhao Yang and said, "I really don't know that my Frost and Snow Sword Academy has such a reputation."

Zhao Yang was about to explain, but the old man waved his hand and said, "No matter how you come, how much did you bring in the tuition?"

Didn’t it mean that after entering the Sword Academy, the Sword Academy will be responsible for all the expenses?

Didn’t it mean that as long as you pass the qualifications, everyone will be admitted to the Sword Academy for free?

Seeing Zhao Yang's face being stunned for a moment, the old man curled his lips and said, "If there is no spirit stone, you can pay the bill with this beast. Looking at this body of fat, you can last for three or five days."

"How many spirit stones are needed?" Zhao Yang was not interested in paying the account with the snow wolf. As long as the spirit stone could solve it, nothing was wrong.

"It doesn't seem like you are a traitor disciple," the old man looked at Zhao Yang and stretched out three fingers: "Low-level introductory disciple, thirty spirit stones a year."

"A middle-level inner disciple, three hundred spirit stones a year."

"Elite disciples, 30,000 yuan a year."

"The elder deacon, 300,000 a year."

"Hospital, cough, the hospital owner will not sell for the time being." The old man coughed lightly, stared at Zhao Yang, and spread his hands: "Please pay for it."

"The Lord of the Court, isn't there still the Vice Lord of the Court there empty space..." Zhuge Jun muttered.

"Oh, yes, the vice-chairman is cheap, one million spirit stones a year." After reminding, the old man gave Zhuge Jun a teaching expression.

"Low-level introductory disciple-" Before Zhao Yang finished speaking, Zhuge Jun whispered loudly: "That's just a chore, and you can't learn anything."

Nodded, Zhao Yang said again: "Middle-level inner gate--"

"It's full, and there are no places in the inner sect. If you want to enter the inner sect, you will come and have a look in three years, no, thirty years later." The old man said with a head, not going to see Zhao Yang.

"Are there any other quotas?" Zhao Yang chuckled.

"There are not many places for elite disciples, but there are many places for elders." The old man raised his head and said with his neck stammering.

"Then, I'll want one--" Zhao Yang reached out to lift a spirit stone: "Let's be the position of the deputy director."

"People's Officer--" The old man glared at the eyes, saw the top-quality spirit stone in Zhao Yang's hand, grabbed it, and looked it in front of him carefully.

"Zhuge Jun pays homage to the Deputy Director!"

The tall Zhuge Jun shouted loudly, bowed to Zhao Yang and bowed.

"Meet the Vice-Chancellor!"

...

I saw dozens of figures rushing out from the red painted gate and bowing to Zhao Yang.

These are as thin as monkeys, and they are only wearing thin clothes, with a dark face and thin skin.

"Hey... Junior brother, I really don't have the ability to manage the Sword Academy, so I'll go to retreat and practice in seclusion. I'll come to see you again in a year. This Sword Academy will entrust you to you!" Holding the top-quality spirit stone in his hand, Zhuge Rui smiled, turned around and flashed a few times, but disappeared.

This swordsman is too weird, right? Zhao Yang is a little suspicious now, isn’t Mu Canghe cheating on him?

wrong!

Zhao Yang suddenly felt shocked all over. At some point, the ancestor Tianhong did not speak in his ears!

He is afraid of being discovered!

This sword courtyard is probably not as simple as it appears...

Zhao Yang narrowed his eyes and looked at the four big words "Frost and Snow Sword Garden", with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Vice-Chancellor, to welcome the Lord, we prepare a banquet and ask the Lord to enjoy the glory." Zhuge Jun stepped forward and bowed, then reached out to lead the door.

Zhao Yang was not polite, and stepped into the door with great strides. He saw a huge square, with blue and white stones paving the ground, and black magnet decorations everywhere.

In the square, there are rows of wooden tables.

"Please sit down by the Vice-Chancellor." Zhuge Jun shouted loudly and signaled Zhao Yang to sit on the top of the long desk.

Zhao Yang stepped forward a few steps and sat behind the long desk. There were nearly 500 disciples below, and they were lined up in rows and bowed towards Zhao Yang: "I have met the deputy director."

Then they stood up and sat in front of the wooden table.

"Sir, I, the Shuangxue Sword Academy, have 503 people. Except for the hospital's master who is in seclusion and one of them asks for leave, the others have already arrived and can start the meal."

Zhao Yang looked down and saw that these disciples had a terrible cultivation level. They were not even one-tenth of the Qi Refining Realm, and most of the others were only in the middle stage of body refining.

This is really a long desk in front of an eighth-grade Shili. There is a jade plate on it. The plate is filled with eggs, and the meat of some monsters is covered with a trace of blood.

And the wooden tables below are all empty.

Is this the start?

"What's this mean?" Zhao Yang looked at Zhuge Jun who was licking his tongue aside.

"Sir, my Frost and Snow Sword Court has been out of stock for several days..."

Zhuge Jun whispered with a bitter face.
Chapter completed!