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The man in black was extremely fast, and afterimages began to appear behind him. At this moment, Feng WanSan's left eye was pierced. The intense pain caused him to stagger and stagger. He wanted to chase after the man in black, but he was too weak to do so.

Feng WanSan roared again: "Black clothed man! "Don't let me meet you again, or I'll tear you into pieces to alleviate the hatred in my heart."

Spiritual energy was a magical energy. Cultivators with spiritual energy not only have amazing destructive power, but they also have many unpredictable abilities. Spiritual force and Spiritual force were spiritual forces. Thus, after Feng WanSan's voice was infused with spirit energy, it was like a tiger waking its lion and a real phoenix. His voice was filled with anger, dignity, and haughtiness. This voice echoed in almost every corner of Fish Dragon Academy.

That was true. Anyone who had their eye pierced by someone would be burning with anger like this.

At this moment, Feng WanSan's voice resounded throughout the world. For everyone in Fish Dragon Academy, this was a sleepless night. This was because from time to time, roars of anger and rage could be heard coming from the academy.

Feng WanSan covered his eyes with his hands as he silently circulated his cultivation technique, channeling all of the spirit energy around his left eye.

Just at this moment, a team of staff who were on patrol in the middle of the night in Fish Dragon Academy swiftly rushed over, following the source of the sound. They wanted to see exactly who had issued such a sorrowful and furious roar.

The patrolling staff members who had been waiting here all this time came closer. The captain of the patrol looked at Feng Wansan. The captain instantly recognized Feng WanSan. The patrol officer respectfully bowed and said, "Greetings, Professor Feng." Professor Feng, what's wrong with you? "

At this moment, Feng WanSan's left eye had been stabbed. The pain pierced his heart, and he completely ignored the patrol leader. He only focused on circulating his cultivation technique and the spiritual energy around his body to repair the injuries on his eyes.

Even though Feng Wansan ignored the patrolling team members. However, when these staff members knew of Professor Feng WanSan's identity and were faced with him, they all went silent. They didn't dare to say a word and could only bow down to him in respect.

Just at this moment, there was a wisp of fiery red in the sky, breaking the dead silence and darkness of the night. The fiery red light and the pitch-black night combined together, just like flames burning the horizon. It was truly a spectacular sight.

The streak of red was moving at an extremely high speed. Not long later, this tinge of red arrived in the air above Feng WanSan's position. At this moment, a figure descended from the sky. After this figure landed, it was a white-haired old man. The white-haired elder waved his sleeve, causing the fiery red light in the sky to disappear without a trace.

Following everyone's gazes. This white-haired old man was no stranger. He was none other than the Principal of Fish Dragon Academy.

The dean looked at Feng WanSan, who was covering his eyes, and waved his hand, indicating for the patrolling staff to step down. The Headmaster of Fish Dragon Academy was an unquestionable, absolute leader. The patrolling staff tactfully left.

Meanwhile, the dean and Feng WanSan were whispering to each other, seemingly discussing something. They were silent for a long time. As for Principal Yu Long, he continued to wave his sleeves and a fiery red glow appeared in the sky. That's right! This wisp of fiery-red was precisely the Escape Light cast by Fish Dragon Academy. This fiery red halo enveloped both the dean and Feng WanSan. They shot into the sky and quickly disappeared without a trace.

On the other side, the black-clothed man was extremely cautious. He shuttled back and forth at high speed inside Fish Dragon Academy. The roads he took were sparsely populated paths or shortcuts. He flew for a long time before stopping.

He was walking in circles. One had to say, this man in black was extremely meticulous in his thoughts. He purposely moved at high speeds within the academy, going around and around it nonstop. That would prevent anyone from following him.

Only when the black clothed man confirmed that no one was following him did he muster up all his strength and rush straight to courtyard number 81. The man in black jumped into yard number 81.

The man in black took out a key and opened the door to the courtyard. The man in black was swaying slowly. He walked into the bedroom with great difficulty.

The moment he entered the bedroom, the man in black fell onto the bed. He gasped for air on the bed for a long time before gradually sitting up. He slowly took off his black clothes. After taking off the black robe, he saw the silhouette of a young man.

That's right! The man in black was Fan Wuji.

Fan Wuji sat on the bed, panting heavily. His face was pale and haggard, and there were countless wounds on his body. Blood kept gushing out from them.

At this moment, he took out a flint stone, ignited it, and burned his black clothes. Then he stood up and applied medicine to stop the bleeding. After his injuries stabilized, he stood up with difficulty and walked around the courtyard three times. He dried off all the blood and traces that proved he was the man in black.

After doing all this, Fan Wuji once again sat on the bed, his expression a little tired. Looking at the injuries on his body, he could not help but bitterly smile. Speaking of this fight with Feng WanSan, it was only a struggle for spirit. However, when the two of them fought, their fury was ignited. From a battle of will, the two became a battle of life and death.

Fan Wuji sat on the bed and said to himself, "This time we've gotten into a lot of trouble. Feng WanSan's cultivation had obviously reached the spirit ocean, far below mine. If it wasn't for the fact that he looked down on me and my swordsmanship was sharp enough to reach the next level, I would have been able to injure him. If he's serious, I'm a loser and a loser. "

Bi Fan Wuji fell into a short period of contemplation. He thought for a moment and continued speaking to himself, "However, I've experienced the power of the spirit ocean level this time. Fortunately, this Feng WanSan was unable to discover my true identity. Furthermore, my identity in the academy is that of a freshman from the scum class. Who would have thought that a freshman from the scum class would be able to injure a professor in the academy? Thus, my true identity is the safest. No one would doubt me. However, the injuries on my body can be the biggest loophole. Once Feng WanSan sees my injury, most likely, I will reveal my identity as a black-clothed man. "I have a headache."

"Looks like that's the only way." Fan Wuji thought about it again and said this.

Then, Fan Wuji sat upright on the bed. He sat cross-legged and began to circulate a mystical technique. In the next moment, he took out the small bronze mirror in his bosom.

"Jing, Jing, please help me." Fan Wuji softly muttered to himself as he stroked the copper mirror.

Although this small copper mirror was plain, it still possessed a spiritual nature. As Fan Wuji spoke, the copper mirror seemed to understand him. It trembled a few times before emitting a gentle light.