"Forget it, I'll leave it to you to deal with them." Xia Liu waved his hand and said to Mo Junlan.
Mo Junlan did not refuse. He searched Feng Ji's soul first and then killed Han Yuanxi.
As for Han Yuanxi's body, it was naturally thrown back to the Han Mansion. Moreover, regarding Han Yuanxi's abetting and committing crimes, I'm afraid that the people of the Han family will have to come out to explain. If the people of the Han family don't give everyone an explanation, it is estimated that it will be difficult to calm everyone's anger.
However, Mo Junlan encountered a little accident during the soul-searching technique.
Because Feng Ji's soul was unwilling to cooperate, when Mo Junlan cast the spell, Feng Ji's soul was strongly resisting, so his soul was severely damaged.
Mo Junlan was therefore unable to obtain all of Feng Ji's memories.
At the same time, Feng Ji's soul was directly shattered because of the severe damage to his soul.
After solving the problem of Feng Ji and Han Yuanxi, it was Mo Junlan's turn to settle the bet with Xia Liu.
The location of their fight was also set inside Guangming Academy.
There was a heavenly formation inside Guangming Academy, and they fought inside the formation.
The fighting venue was open-air and a large arena, so when Mo Junlan and Xia Liu walked up, they immediately attracted a lot of attention.
So at once, many people came to watch, and they were talking about it.
"Isn't that the dean? Why did he walk onto the stage?"
"I remember that this stage is quite special and is usually not open to the public, unless it is a battle between truly powerful people."
"Who is that man in black? Why is he standing with the dean?"
"Is he going to duel?"
"How is that possible? The dean is a powerful person in the Emperor Spirit Realm..."
"Hey, isn't this person a freshman in the North School? What does he want to do?"
"A freshman in the North School? Isn't that a place to learn formations?"
"Could it be that the dean is going to teach him formations in public?"
"But I haven't heard that the dean knows formations!"
"So what is going on?"
"You'll know if you keep watching."
"..."
Because of Xia Liu's appearance, the commotion here was quite loud, and even the elders and instructors of Guangming Academy came out to watch.
Zhuang Lin saw Mo Junlan at a glance. Seeing the situation in front of her, her eyelids couldn't help but jump. After finding Lingxiao, she couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing?"
Lingxiao didn't turn his head to look at Zhuang Lin. His eyes were always on Mo Junlan, but he still replied, "We are not doing anything."
"What about him?" Zhuang Lin pointed at Mo Junlan standing on the ring, and said with a bit of gritted teeth, "The dean doesn't know how to cast a formation."
Lingxiao frowned and said, "Are you blind? Standing on the ring, of course, you have to fight."
Zhuang Lin couldn't help but widen her eyes when she heard it, and said in disbelief, "The two of them are fighting?"
Lingxiao nodded and said, "Your dean wants to compete with brother Junlan, and then brother Junlan agreed."
Zhuang Lin, "..."
Is she hallucinating?
"What weapon are you going to use?" Xia Liu asked Mo Junlan.
Mo Junlan smiled calmly, then turned the bamboo flute in his hand and said, "The bamboo flute is quite easy to use."
"It's just an ordinary bamboo flute, right?" Xia Liu frowned. He suddenly felt that Mo Junlan didn't take this competition seriously at all.
Mo Junlan stood with his hands behind his back, his black robe moving with the wind. His temperament was calm and ethereal like clouds and smoke. The corners of his mouth curved slightly and said, "Even if it is an ordinary bamboo flute, it can exert different powers in the hands of different people."
Xia Liu was stunned when he heard this.
"Since you think that I am disrespecting you by using the bamboo flute as a weapon, then I will change to another weapon." Mo Junlan smiled and put away the bamboo flute after he finished speaking. At the same time, a folding fan appeared out of thin air in his hand.
Xia Liu, "..."
In fact, he wanted to say that he didn't mind Mo Junlan using the bamboo flute as a weapon.
As a result, Mo Junlan's movements were too fast, and he didn't have time to speak.
"The fan is a spiritual weapon, so it should be OK, right?" Mo Junlan raised his eyebrows.
"Let's start!" Xia Liu couldn't help but twitch his lips, as if he was quite helpless.
"Then you do it." Mo Junlan also said to Xia Liu.
"I'll give you three moves." Xia Liu stood with his hands behind his back. He felt that he still had to take care of the younger generation.
"Are you sure?" Mo Junlan said with a half-smile.
"Sure!" Xia Liu nodded.
A gleam of brilliance flashed in Mo Junlan's eyes, and his figure suddenly moved, and even the afterimage could not be seen.
You can imagine how fast he was.
Even Xia Liu was startled, but at this moment, Mo Junlan had teleported to his side.
Xia Liu only felt a gust of wind passing by his ears. When he reacted, he saw that Mo Junlan had opened the folding fan in his hand, and then swept it violently. He was actually pushed back a few steps by an extremely powerful invisible force.
