Campus belle's cultivation master

The walls of the private room were not strong at first, and Liao Xin, as a strong man with small inner strength, was extremely powerful and destructive. With his collision, the room immediately burst out loud and stuffy, followed by smoke everywhere, brick splashing.

On the snow-white wall, the moon door was blown open, and the two rooms were completely opened.

Jiang Junwei, the master of Dongsheng martial arts school, watched the scene. He was scared to hide his head and neck, and took a breath.

It's really worthy of being a powerful man in the world. With such a casual move, I don't know where I am higher than him.

Liao Xin enters with his sword and stares at the young man who is sitting on the chair and fanning the dust with his hands. His eyes twinkle fiercely: "that woman's shoe, but you gave it?"

Lin Yu lowered his hand, raised his face and said with a smile: "yes, what can you do?"

"What can I do?" Liao Xin gritted his teeth and grinned coldly, "I can kill you!"

Jiang Junwei was too busy to get out of the way. He jumped to the private room next door: "how dare you bother the master to do it! Today's event happened in Shouchun district. It's strange that I'm not well received. Please give me a chance! Let me take this boy's skin and bone and make amends to you all! "

While the rest of the room was scowling and angry, one man's performance was quite different.

Liao Ping thinks the other voice is a little familiar, but he can't remember where he heard it.

He slightly side body, a cold face turned a glance, want to see this dare to offend his fellow is what road.

But just this glance made him petrified on the spot, as if his whole blood had been coagulated.

The cool and delicate cheeks, the dark and bright eyes, are like the ancient well cold pool of nine hell

This face, this kind of vision, has been firmly engraved into Liao Ping's bones, and will never be forgotten.

Lin Zixuan, the invincible and powerful man in the martial arts world, is the proud son of heaven with great magic power!

Liao Ping's mouth was wide open and his eyes were bulging out. His originally handsome cheek was completely distorted by fear and panic. He thought of his group's previous conversation and immediately broke out in a cold sweat. As soon as he bent his knee, he knelt down.

Fang fell to the ground, covered his throat and sobbed, feeling both aggrieved and desolate.

Master Jiang of Dongsheng martial arts school can't be provoked by ordinary people? The little boss didn't listen to the advice and went his own way. Today, he got into such a big trouble. Whether it's the Cui family in Shouchun or the Dongsheng martial arts school, it's enough to kill everyone!

"After that, I'm going to die..." ah Fang thought in despair, tears rolling down, "little boss, you save me first, and then hurt me. Should I thank you or hate you..."

At this moment, she suddenly found that the young man beside her, who had always been admired and admired by her, was half staggering and shaking.

She thought that the other party was coming to clean herself up. She hugged her head with both hands and exclaimed, "spare me

But then, to her great amazement, a scene appeared.

Instead of hitting her, Liao Pingfei's legs softened and he fell to one side with a look of begging: "please forgive me, master Lin..."

Liao Xin and others are glaring at Lin Yu, as if they want to eat his meat raw.

Jiang Junwei, on the other hand, was just about to start. He was still shouting arrogantly: "I don't know where the heaven is. Look, I won't tear up your bones today and feed them to the dog!"

Then they heard the movement behind them.

Jiang Junwei and the disciples of the ancient sword sect, including Liao Xin, turned their heads in a hurry. They saw the leader Liao Ping kneeling on the ground, shaking his body like chaff. His face was even uglier than seeing a ghost!

It's a dead silence!

Everyone was staring at the scene in disbelief, petrified on the spot.

The master of Tangtang ancient sword sect, a great master of inner strength, said to kneel down? You're kidding!

"Master Liao, you... You are..." Jiang Junwei felt weak and trembling for a while, "what's the matter with your big gift?"

Liao Xin's face turned green. He bit his teeth and asked, "what are you doing, cousin! What's the majesty of my ancient sword gate! "

The other disciples of the ancient sword sect looked at each other in surprise, but they didn't know why.

Liao Ping almost didn't cry out. His life will be lost. He has to be dignified!

"He... He..." he raised his hand and pointed to the young man sitting in front of him. He said with a tremor, "he is Lin Zixuan!"

Just this sentence, it's like a rock bolt, exploding in everyone's mind.

This young, unimportant boy is Lin Zixuan, who slaughtered the seven heavenly masters, Huolian zhenwuzong, maltreated Yang Dingfeng, beheaded Ji Mingyang, and made the whole clan bow to the throne?

Jiang Junwei's big fist of sandbags, which he held tightly, immediately softened. He shuddered, followed by Liao Ping, and fell to his knees.

Lin Zixuan, who is that? Easily kill the invincible strong of the master of heaven! Even the half god body of Ji Mingyang, the ancestor of Ji's family, has been decapitated. Is his little master a ball?

Liao Xin stepped back, clenched his sword and gasped: "what are you afraid of? Don't build up other people's ambition and destroy your prestige! No matter how strong this surname Lin was in the past, now it's just a scrap. I can easily kill it with my hands. "

He said so, but the cold sweat on his forehead betrayed his fear.

No matter how happy he was, when he saw this famous, ruthless and ruthless man, he still felt cold on his back and cool on his neck for no reason

Lin Yu chuckled, then slowly stood up from his chair.

Boom!

A wave of terror, like the tide, swept through the square world, making tables, chairs, chairs, cups and dishes buzzing.

All of them felt that their teeth were clucking and cold.

Liao Xin couldn't hold on any longer. The hand holding the sword suddenly loosened. With the sword "clanging" to the ground, his uncontrollable knee bent, limping to the ground and shivering.

"This... This coercion..." Liao Ping's face was covered with the ashes of despair, "this is the great success of Huajing..."

He finally determined that the rumors outside about Lin Zixuan's life and his accomplishments were all bullshit! Far from being hurt at all, this terrified son of heaven in the world of cultivation improved his cultivation level in just a few months!

This is a monster, a devil!