Zhuge Wuren's face was extremely gloomy. He spoke with extreme anger: "You can understand the importance of that thing. You'd better not interfere easily with things that have nothing to do with you, let alone, don't forget the rules of the academy not interfering in politics."

Fang Qian laughed and said, "It seems that everyone is saying that the academy is not interfering in politics, but you seem to have forgotten why the Tang Dynasty exists so far, let alone if you bully the academy and the academy can still sit idly by. What is it that you are a academy? Are you angry?"

He shook his head and stood up, saying, "Forget it, it's just a farce, there's no need to continue, Sangsang, let's go!"

Sangsang nodded and followed Fang Qian silently.

He Mingchi's face was not very good. Although he didn't speak, it was not good to be ignored like this. However, he has always been tolerant in his personality. Now, he does not intend to get along with the Fourteenth Mr. in the academy faces him.

Wang Jing remembered the scene before when he was in Lin Foseven Alley. Although he didn't know the specific realm of the other party, he knew very well that he would not be able to stop him if the other party wanted to leave.

But he came on order. If he did nothing, how would he report it?

So he took a step and stood in front of Fang Qian.

Fang Qian looked at him with admiration and said, "Now, you are probably the only one who dares to stop me."

Unfortunately, King Jingluo, the Dongxuan Realm, has long been no longer in his eyes.

His steps did not stop at all, but just took a random step and directly condensed an invisible sword of energy.

When the Qi sword fell, Wang Jinglei fell to the side as if he was hit hard. At the same time, his sword energy was radiant from his body, directly cutting more than a hundred of his skin, making him instantly turn into a bloody man.

Fang Qian said indifferently: "This time I'm just giving you a lesson. If you dare to take it in front of me next time, there is no need to leave your life."

Wang Jing fell weakly in a pool of blood and gasped, saying, "Although you are the disciple of the Master, this place is the Tang Kingdom after all. If you are so unscrupulous, the imperial military will never sit idly by."

Fang Qian curled his lips and chuckled, "Then I'll wait and see, how will the military ignore it!"

Zhuge Wuren had a fear and confusion on his face. Although he knew that as the fourteen disciples accepted by the Master made an exception, Fang Qian must be very strong, he always thought that Fang Qian was just Dongxuan. After all, Fang Qian was so young that according to Dongxuan's peak cultivation level, he had reached the peak. But now it seems that he could easily defeat Wang Jinglei, who was invincible below Zhide, and undoubtedly had reached the realm of Zhide.

As for the knowledge of one's destiny, he could not imagine it at all. In his opinion, it was a state that only exists in the legend, a state of saints that only Master can reach. It is already an extremely terrible thing for a disciple to reach the knowledge of one's destiny.

At least, the degree of threats of the Masters who know the destiny in his heart and those who know the destiny in his heart are completely different.

And Fang Qian is obviously an existence he can't afford to offend.

But seeing that Fang Qian is about to leave, how can he be willing?

"Mr. Fourteen, it's just for a little maid. Do you want to be enemies with the military and Tianshu?"

Fang Qian paused slightly, which made Zhuge Wuren feel very happy, thinking that his words moved the other party.

But in fact, Fang Qian only thought of the scene when he was on the grassland. The left tent Wang Ting was trying to rob Xiaobai with no scruples at all. Some people said the same thing as him that day.

After all, Xiaobai is just a horse. Although Sangsang is a little maid, he is really a living person. But in the eyes of these people, I am afraid that there is no concept of human being at all.

Fang Qian turned around, looked at him expressionlessly, and said in a cold voice: "A group of waste is worthy of being an enemy of me? If you really want to be an enemy of me, I hope you have prepared your funeral."

Zhuge Wuren trembled all over. He heard a very strong murderous intent from these simple words. He did not doubt the authenticity of the words he said, but he became more and more angry.

As the chief official in charge of all practitioners of the Tang Dynasty, when did he ever be threatened like this?

But his lips trembled and he still didn't speak.

However, the meaning of Fang Qian's words that General Jun also regarded as a waste was particularly harsh to Wang Jingluo.

He wiped the blood all over his head and face, stood up shakingly and said, "You can't insult the military. Many great practitioners on the battlefield who know the fate have also died."

Fang Qian's senses towards Wang Jingluo were not as disgusted as Zhuge Wuren. If Zhuge Wuren dared to say this again, he would have to be angry with thunder today.

He shook his head and glanced at Wang Jing for a moment, and left with Sangsang.

A practitioner in the realm of knowing fate may indeed be able to die by the number of people, but now he has stepped above the realm of knowing fate, and the number of people has no meaning.

It can be said that there are only a few people who can threaten him in the entire Haotian world.

However, today's scene did remind him of the fact that if the senior brother was here today, I was afraid no one would dare to make any messy requests.

Maybe he needs a highly anticipated battle to establish his own prestige.

When that day comes, his next plan will be started.

What he had to face was never a guy like Wang Jingluo and Zhuge Wuren. He remembered from beginning to end what he had to face in the end.

Looking at the backs of Fang Qian and Sangsang leaving, Zhuge Wuren looked complicated, He Mingchi shook his head and sighed, and Wang Jingluo just kept gasping.

Half an hour later, the General's Mansion in Zhenguo.

Wang Jingluo's injuries were slightly treated at this time. Fang Qian did not take any serious measures after all. Although he looked miserable, he actually did not hurt the basics.

However, these scars seem very shallow, but it will take at least a year to recover, because each scar has left a trace of sword intent like a maggot on the tars. He has no way to eliminate it no matter what, and can only let it dissipate naturally with the passage of time.

He didn't care about these scars, and stood straight in front of an old man, telling what had happened before.

"I am incompetent, please punish the general!"

This old man is naturally Xu Shi, the general of the country.

He looked at Han Mei outside the window indifferently and said calmly: "What an arrogant and domineering Mr. Fourteen. I thought Ning Que, who was born in a military soldier, was the one who would affect the peace of the empire. I didn't expect that this silent Mr. Fourteen was so majestic."

Wang Jingluo said silently: "I once fought with him on that rainy night in Chunfeng Pavilion. If it weren't for Master Yan Se, I would have died that day. Now, in just over a year, he has become so powerful that I can't see clearly. Perhaps this is related to his becoming the Master's personal disciple."
Chapter completed!