There are currently 326 disciples, two grand masters, and forty-six martial artists in Daxue Mountain. The rest are all warriors!

This kind of strength is also considered a considerable force among the Eighth Army. Of course, for Luo Yunyang, just wave his hand, he can kill them all.

In the hall where Daxue Mountain usually summons disciples to discuss matters, there is no sound!

As the short and thin old master Xinyuan, the uncle of King of the King of Vajra, said loudly at this moment: "Mr. Luo is going to become the master of our Daxue Mountain now. Who is not convinced? Who is against it?"

These six words just said by Luo Yunyang were also full of momentum when he said it from Master Xinyuan.

Opposite Master Xinyuan was the uncle who was competing with him for the Lord of the Great Snow Mountain. However, now both of them have been subdued by Luo Yunyang, so naturally there is no objection to say.

No one made a sound, everyone was silent, and for a moment, the surroundings were silent!

If you have no objection to Luo Yunyang's strong dominance at this time, it definitely does not exist, but there is really no objection.

The majesty of the god-level powerful men is not something that ordinary warriors like them can provoke!

"Since you don't object, then I represent my master and accept Luo Yunyang as my disciple, and add the title of Supreme Ming King!" The one who spoke was the uncle of the Vajra Ming King. He did not dare to be Luo Yunyang's uncle, so he naturally accepted the disciple on behalf of his master.

Luo Yunyang didn't care about this kind of procedural problem. He waved his hand and dripping water appeared in his hands.

These water droplets seem to contain infinite power in the feeling of ordinary people. As these water droplets appear in Luo Yunyang's hands, many people's eyes showed fear.

And just as they showed horror on their faces, water droplets had fallen into their bodies.

"This drop of water contains my secret skills. If you don't get the antidote within a month, you will be like tens of thousands of needles pricking every day, in so much pain that you will die in ten days." Luo Yunyang looked at the terrified disciples of Daxue Mountain and said lightly.

"We have agreed to you to be the Ming King of the Great Snow Mountain. Why do you... do you still treat us like this?" A martial artist who looked quite young, his voice was filled with grief and anger.

Luo Yunyang said indifferently: "Well said it! Since I have become the king of Daxue Mountain, and you all say you are loyal to me, why bother to care? Is there any ban on you?"

"Unless, someone is dissatisfied with the truth."

Such words made the entire hall fall into silence. Although some people were not too convinced by Luo Yunyang at this time, they did not dare to say it again.

As for Master Xinyuan and the other two, they had already shut their mouths with tactfulness. They had tried Luo Yunyang's forbidden power, but they dared not provoke this evil star again.

"Since some of you have doubts about my behavior, let you try this forbidden."

As Luo Yunyang said, all the disciples present felt a huge cold aura rising from their bodies.

Under the influence of this cold force, every inch of their muscles had a needle-like pain. Some disciples of Daxue Mountain with firm will still be able to grit their teeth and endure it, while most people began to roll and struggle on the ground.

One minute, ten minutes...

Luo Yunyang looked at the disciples of Daxue Mountain who were wailing wildly, and looked indifferent. To be honest, Luo Yunyang did not like simple and crude coercive methods very much in his heart, but for him, he had to do so now.

If he could gain the loyalty of these disciples just by just a few words, then Luo Yunyang's mind would be too simple.

After all, he killed King of King of King of Kings and Eighteen Vajras of Daxue Mountain. Although he could not say that his grudge against Daxue Mountain was as deep as the sea, he also had quite a grudge.

At this time, he cannot be merciful.

"King Ming, they... they couldn't understand for a moment. Why do you have to be as knowledgeable as them?" Master Xinyuan hesitated for a moment and said softly to Luo Yunyang.

Luo Yunyang smiled at Master Xinyuan and said, "I understand the good intentions of the master. But if you suffer more today, you will be able to save their lives in the future."

Luo Yunyang said very calmly, but Master Xinyuan could feel the murderous intent inside.

Master Xinyuan no longer spoke next. He knew that Luo Yunyang's words meant well. Now letting these disciples feel Luo Yunyang's strength will help these disciples develop more awe of Luo Yunyang.

And awe can be said to be the guarantee of safety of these disciples in the future.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Luo Yunyang waved his palm, and the ice power that rushed into the disciples of Daxue Mountain disappeared suddenly.

At this moment, they looked at Luo Yunyang, except for a hint of hatred, but more of awe.

"By the way, I don't like the name Supreme Ming King. I will take control of my territory. From now on, you can call me Lieyang Ming King."

After Luo Yunyang finished speaking, he stepped out of the hall, and although no one led the disciples of Daxue Mountain in the hall bowed and bowed.

Half an hour later, under the leadership of Master Xinyuan and his two men, Luo Yunyang came to a cave hidden deep in the main peak of Daxue Mountain.

The cave is very hidden. If it weren't for someone's leadership, even if it was Luo Yunyang's mental power, it would take a lot of effort to find it.

"King Ming, according to my master, this cave is the place where the cold veins of the entire Daxue Mountain are located. It can be said that it is the most yin and cold. Although your cultivation is extraordinary, you should also pay attention to the coldness and coldness in the face of the here."

After Master Xinyuan led Luo Yunyang through an ice sculpture-like cave, a cave covering an area of ​​four or five acres appeared in front of them.

Above the cave, a conical icicle like white jade, went down vertically from above ten meters.

Although Luo Yunyang is now extremely mentally powerful, the moment he glanced at the jade pillar, he still felt that his mind seemed to be frozen.

At the bottom of the icicle, the size of the baby's fingers, at the bottom, there was a drop of white jade hanging on it.

This liquid seems to fall off at any time.

"Every drop of one day is going to take half a year to drip. According to the records of the sect, it has been three months and three months before it can fall from this cold jade pillar."

Master Xinyuan carefully pointed to the small tunnel like a jade pillar under the ice cone, which was like a white jade bowl: "There has been accumulating the Tianyi** in this place for ten days. If you need it, you can use it now."

From this day of the day, Luo Yunyang felt the desire to try the ice source core in his body, but he did not act immediately, but instead set his eyes on the huge inverted ice cone.
Chapter completed!