Peerless Taoist

Just for a moment, in the whole tianwu Pavilion, except Lu Yu, there was no one who could continue to stand.

Song Yang also fell to the ground. His face was ferocious and trembled. He got up and had no strength all over.

Lu Yu's roar had shocked his mind. Now Song Yang felt that the golden elixir in his body was trembling slightly.

"It's really an evil monk. Even his moves are so mean. I must tell the discipline hall to punish you!" Song Yang's eyes were full of anger.

Boom!

Lu Yu punched Song Yang.

Song Yangru was struck by lightning. He curled up and fell directly to the ground.

Lu Yu squatted down, looked at Song Yang and said faintly, "tell me, what time is it now?"

"Bastard! You evil monk, this is the White Deer Academy. Don't be crazy..."

Boom!

Lu Yu Hit Song Yang again.

Song Yang cried out in pain. He felt that the bones of his whole body were falling apart. He didn't dare to say more.

"Speak, what time is it?" Lu Yu asked again.

This time, Song Yang didn't dare to say much. He honestly replied: "not yet..."

"Do you know what you should do when the bell rings ten?" Lu Yu patted a book directly on Song Yang's face.

This book is a volume of sages and sages.

When Song Yang saw the book, he immediately understood what Lu Yu meant.

An unprecedented sense of humiliation was brewing in his heart.

"I'm an inner disciple. According to the rules, I can arrange my own time without reading!" Song Yang gnashed his teeth.

Lu Yu's mouth slightly stirred.

"Sorry, I has the final say on this day, Wu Ge!" Lu Yu went out of his arms and went out with a token.

A genuine Qi fell into the token, and the token immediately emitted a dazzling light, which suddenly suspended in the air.

The big words "lecturer" emerged from the token.

Those disciples who were still lying on the ground could not believe their eyes when they saw this scene.

"Are you a lecturer?" a disciple said in a trembling voice.

When will there be a lecturer in tianwu pavilion?

The last time there was a lecturer here, it was a year ago.

And he is still so young, even in the Wu Pavilion on this day, he is young enough.

"When the time comes, don't you hurry to take the book to class?" Lu Yu said in a deep voice.

Some disciples have been scared silly and dare to contradict the lecturer. It's the same felony as cultivating heretical skills in Bailu Academy.

More than 70 disciples who had stayed here suddenly left, leaving only four or five.

These people are monks in jiedan realm.

"What about you?" Lu Yu looked at them.

Song Yang stood among these people and boldly said, "we are all internal disciples. According to the door rules, we don't need to continue to practice literature and Taoism! Besides, we follow Gong Yezi and become saints with martial arts. Why not!"

"Now, I has the final say."

As soon as Lu Yu spoke, he interrupted Song Yang.

Seeing that Lu Yu was still unconvinced, Lu Yu continued: "with your little means, you can bully those who are lower than you. Bullying the soft and fearing the hard. If you cultivate your mind like this, you deserve to be a saint?"

Song Yang blushed when he was scolded.

The reason why he won every battle in tianwu pavilion was that he only chose people weaker than him to duel.

"You can refuse to accept. When you beat me, you don't have to read."

Lu Yu said coldly, "give you ten breath. If you don't go to class, get out of tianwu Pavilion by yourself!"