Campus belle's cultivation master

Wei Jian, with two hands on his back, looked at Lin Yu carefully and asked in an uncertain tone: "are you going to kick the hall?"

Lin Yu answered very simply: "No."

It's boring for him to kick the hall. He's not interested in it.

This routine is not quite the same as imagined, Wei Jian Leng for a while.

He turned to look at the beaten disciples, then raised his hand to brush off the banana peel on his daughter's head, and his voice became cold and stern: "everyone is from the Jianghu. Since you dare to hurt our disciples, you may as well admit it."

At this point, Lin Yu knew that the explanation was not clear, even more disdained to explain. He sighed and waved carelessly: "let's do it."

"Good! That's more like it Wei Jian was on the stage under the respectful gaze of a group of disciples. "If you really have the ability to defeat me, it doesn't matter if the golden signboard of Shenhu hall gives you a present!"

As an inheritor of ancient martial arts, he is also a well-known elder. He has his own style and pride. He can't tolerate any defilement of his own ability.

Yuan Hong and other disciples were all very excited. Master and his family came out in person. Is it OK to clean up this boy?

"Shenhu hall will win!"

"Come on, master! Beat the boy up

Qin Tao stood aside and couldn't get in at all. Seeing that Lin Yu also turned to go on the stage, she looked at Wei Lingling, who was tidying her hair beside her, and asked anxiously, "sister, who do you think can win?"

"Nonsense!" Wei Lingling gritted her teeth, "your boyfriend will lose! Call him for an ambulance

Qin Tao suddenly realized that their positions were totally different. It was in vain to ask.

"I don't believe it!" She clenched her pink fist and yelled, "come on, Mr. Lin! Beat him up

Wei Jian has a model and a kind of boxing: "I'm Wei Jian, the 68th generation descendant of Shenhu, dare to ask you..."

Lin Yu threw out a sentence: "a lot of nonsense."

Wei Jian was so angry that he blew his beard and glared. Today's young people really don't understand the rules!

In the past, all the people in the river and lake had to make a name and make a polite remark before the competition, in order to avoid hurting the harmony and forming a big feud between life and death.

When he saw that the hairy boy on the opposite side was arrogant and rude, he stopped talking nonsense and planned to clean up the other side first, and then admonish him as an elder.

Wei Jian tucked his loose training suit into his waist and put on a horse step.

His face was black, but now his eyes were round and his hair and beard were standing, which added a bit of ferocity. The whole body muscles, full of strength, like a ready to go downhill tiger.

Lin Yu quietly watched him busy on the other side. He could not help throwing his mouth down: "it's really ugly..."

The voice is not big, but Wei Jian still hears clearly, a face immediately more black a few minutes.

"Boy! Don't be wild With a roar and a push of his feet, he turned his body into a stray arrow and rushed straight to Lin Yu, "take my shot!"

Lin Yu stretched out his hand slowly, spread his five fingers and patted forward: "back down!"

Pop!

Wei Jian looked at each other's slap, as if he suddenly realized something, and a look of fear flashed through his eyes. But before he had a reaction, he slapped him in the face and fanned him out.

He couldn't help but let out a stuffy low hum. His body fell seven or eight meters away, and his nosebleed gushed.

There was silence all around, and everyone was staring at the old figure lying on the ground gasping.

A slap, just a slap will blow Wei Jian away! What kind of Kung Fu is this? Isn't that amazing?

This time, everyone saw Lin Yu's hand, but he felt more desperate

"Daddy Wei Lingling suddenly woke up, screamed and rushed up to help her father, "how are you old?"

"No... nothing..." Wei Jian waved his hand, slowly raised his head, his face was a red palm print.

Dark face, blood red palm print, this appearance is particularly funny, but no one at the scene can laugh.

"You..." Wei Jian wiped nose blood, eyes again turned to the young people in the field, "you are a master of internal strength?"

After all, he has lived most of his life, and has seen a lot of things. In an instant, he realized that he is a true cultivator!

Martial arts practitioners and practitioners belong to the same martial arts, only one word, but they are very different!

Lin Yu didn't answer. He turned around and walked out slowly.

"Wait!" Wei Jian suddenly cried. With the help of her daughter Wei Lingling, she stood up and looked pale. "No matter who you are, I'm inferior today. I'm not wronged for losing! Take away the brand of Shenhu hall! "

"Master!" Many disciples took a step forward and fell to their knees.

"Master, it's all my fault!" Yuan Hong trembled all over and said with his head, "it's me who provoked others. That's what caused you trouble..."

If the brand is picked, it is equivalent to the collapse of Shenhu hall! Once Shifu is disheartened and closes the door, where should everyone go?

"Alas, I'm incompetent as a teacher. I'm ashamed of my ancestors." Wei Jian raised his head and sighed, his eyes full of tears.

The inheritance, which has lasted for thousands of years, has been planted in his hands. Naturally, the sense of shame is indescribable.

"What do I need your plaque for? Keep it for yourself. " Lin Yu is still expressionless, "you have your circle, I have my circle, this is not a passer-by, today's matter."

This is a big truth. The practitioners who fight martial arts are obviously bullying people.

But Wei Jian also knows that since ancient times, most of the practitioners have gone from martial arts to Taoism. Today, the other party is letting him off. Otherwise, even if he really smashed the brand of Shenhu hall, there is nothing wrong with it.

"Thank you He bent down to salute in a hurry. "I will remember it in my heart!"

Lin Yu didn't say much. He walked out.

Qin Tao saw quickly followed up, like a small tail like obediently followed behind.

Just as they walked out of the training hall, they were stopped by an elegant elder.

"Little sir, please stay." He helped his eyes on the bridge of his nose and said with a familiar smile, "please let me introduce myself. I'm Lu, who is..."

Lin Yu interrupted him directly: "Lv changtao, President of jia'an University."

"Oh? How can you recognize me? I'm lucky. "

Lin Yu smile, but did not explain, just light asked: "what's the matter with me?"

"Er, well..." Lv changtao obviously didn't adapt to this kind of straight to the point way of speaking. He rubbed his hands a little awkwardly, "Mr. young man, could you spare me a few minutes? I have something small to discuss with you... "