Campus belle's cultivation master

Qingshan ferry has gathered so many strong practitioners that they are a little speechless.

The so-called Wu Dao Sha Shen, the proud son of heaven Lin Zixuan's cold face like a coffin, is really too hateful. No wonder the trouble will be taken wherever this guy goes

If he wasn't the big man who respected his position and made a decisive decision, he would have gone back and forth to hell more than a dozen times for any young man of the same age.

Those martial arts strongmen, who usually think highly of themselves, enjoy boundless flattery and respect. However, they meet such an ordinary looking boy with a cold face and even don't look at themselves.

Are you upset? Are you angry? Do you want to kill?

At this moment, Xun Yue was in this state of mind, furious.

"Son of a bitch!" He ignored Du Shenggu, the iron headmaster behind him. He took a big step forward and said, "I'm talking to you, don't you hear me! Who are you? From what school? How dare you act wildly in my Tianlan sect

Lin Yu's eyebrows were slightly raised, and his eyes were full of mockery: "what are you, old miscellaneous hair, and you deserve to know your name?"

Standing on the ferry, the group of young disciples of Tianlan sect nearly burst into anger, and immediately gathered together with anger

"Presumptuous! How dare you be disrespectful to deacon Xun

"This boy is so arrogant! Where did it come from? Teach him a lesson! "

Xun Yue was so angry that he gnashed his teeth, his white beard trembled, and he was about to hit him with a fist: "son of a bitch, I'll see how I deal with you..."

Li Jiaqian stood nearby, trembling slightly. She saw this scene, quickly Jiao said: "stop it! He is Lin Zixuan

Xun Yue's fist stopped in the air, and he was frozen on the spot, just like a wood sculpture.

"Lin... Lin Zixuan?" He stares, look is full of surprise, "you... Are you Lin Zixuan?"

Although he is only a small mountain gate deacon, he also knows something about the master's personal post, sending Kong Wu to Jiangnan province to meet Lin Zixuan and invite him to Tianlan to attend the ceremony.

Those indignant Tianlan sect disciples on the ferry also converged their anger and turned into deep surprise.

The little boy on the other side is Lin Zixuan, who is famous in the whole Xiuzhen world? He is expected to be in his early twenties at best. It's too young

Du Shenggu's voice was a little dull: "deacon Xun, I'm going to remind you..."

Facing the complex eyes of many practitioners around, Xun Yue's old face was very embarrassed.

"Cough, so you are... The one with the crack of the road." He still could not put down his face. He took back his fist, straightened his clothes, and pretended to be a superior elder. "Since you are the guest invited by the patriarch, I will spare you today. I won't be embarrassed with you..."

He took the initiative to take a step back, thinking that he was also the deacon of Tianlan sect. The background was unusual. The young boy in front of him certainly didn't dare to make mistakes. Today's misunderstanding is over

Unexpectedly, Lin Yu's eyes suddenly turned cold. He didn't even have half a word of nonsense. He just kicked over.

"You dare!" Xun Yue's face changed greatly, his body quickly leaned back, and he immediately began to resist the whole body cultivation. The strong aura of the great master at the top of his inner strength swept the whole hall like a tsunami.

Bang!

The deep explosion exploded in the field, accompanied by Xun Yue's painful hum, his whole person "whew" flew out, across dozens of meters in the air, and fell into the vast river.

Poop!

The water splashed more than ten meters high, and immediately "gududu" tossed up a burst of water.

Xun Yue struggled to float to the surface of the water, showing a round head, the corner of his mouth is still bleeding, looking embarrassed.

Lin Yu took back the foot slowly, and his face was still calm and calm

Many of the practitioners on the scene had already exited 20 or 30 meters away, bowed their waist and necked, and looked at the scene stupidly, dumbfounded.

At least, he is also a great master of internal strength. Can't help fighting? Was it easy to kick off with one foot?

The crowd once again looked at the thin, cold faced young man in the proud position, with more and more exploration in his heart.

Is Lin Zixuan's road crack true or false? This guy can't play a pig and eat a tiger, deliberately entrap an honest man, right?

Du Shenggu, the leader of the Iron Palm sect, didn't know when he went around to Cai Yun's side and said in a low voice: "master Cai, master Lin just got that kick. I don't think I can follow him. His true cultivation is still in the realm of transformation, when there is no doubt... "

Li Jiaqian followed her grandfather. Beichi bit her ruddy mouth and looked at Lin Yu, who was standing with her hand not far away. Her eyes were full of splendor.

It's always so attractive for the talented man who looks down on the world

Cai Yunfei grinned, his face puffed, and his expression was a little ugly: "maybe, this time in Tianlan clan, it might be another bloody storm..."

Xun Yue waddled up the bank from the water and was drenched in water like a drowned chicken. He raised his hand to wipe his wet face and cried angrily: "Lin Zixuan! I'm the deacon of Tianlan sect. You are a guest. Why don't you explain it clearly? "

Lin Yuwei raised his face and stared at him quietly: "do you want to explain, or do you want your head?"

XunYue's body shook violently, his mouth was wide open, and his expression was dull.

Want to explain? Or head?

Facing each other's icy sight, he felt a chill in his heart. This young man with terrible accomplishments dares to kill himself on the spot!

In a strange silence, the two sides confronted for more than ten seconds.

Xun Yue suddenly woke up, quietly restrained his arrogance and arrogance, and bowed down to give a respectful gift: "master Lin, I know you are wrong, please go on the boat to Tianlan..."

Even deacon Xun was subdued, and the rest of Tianlan sect's disciples didn't dare to talk too much. Each of them was like a frosted eggplant, dejected and divided to both sides, and dodged a straight passage in the middle.

Lin Yu scoffed with disdain. He stepped on the ferry, leaped and landed on the raft.

The other martial arts strongmen on the scene looked at each other, followed silently, and boarded the bamboo raft.

Xun Yue wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth, shook his wet clothes, and his old face turned blue: "go!"

His disciples of Tianlan sect were scattered on seven or eight bamboo rafts, holding up the pole and rowing towards the middle of the vast rive