From Xiao Lianping’s point of view, killing Yun Chujiu was as easy as flipping his hand. After all, there were only eight lecturers in total. It was impossible for him to take care of so many students. He could simply find an opportunity to succeed.
Moreover, he could also see that more than 90% of the girls here did not like this Yan Qingcheng. Even if someone saw her, they would not say anything.
Therefore, he only needed to find the right time to kill this trash.
The Thunder Valley was not very far from the ten-sided waterside pavilion. Three days later, the flying spirit tool arrived at the Thunder Valley.
After everyone got off the flying spirit tool, they lined up.
Vice-sect master Xiao swept a glance at everyone and his gaze fell on Yun Chujiu. He frowned and said, “Sect master yuan, how can your lower house have a student with such low spiritual power? Is she also a thunder spirit root?”