In the Martial Arts Academy, the statue of Jiang Ruoxue is naturally used to inspire disciples and let them practice hard.

But Ling Yun understood that this was Jiang Ruoxue's selfishness.

Being worshipped by ten thousand people can change the fortune of heaven and earth. Once the fortune reaches a certain level, it can suppress the power of the barrier between some divine realms and the Divine Martial Continent. Once the cultivation level is enough, it can break through the void and return to the divine realm again.

"Jiang Ruoxue, I didn't expect you to be preparing for ascending to the divine realm now. Are you really far-sighted?"

"However, why are you, who is so kind to you, admired by thousands of people?"

"I, Lingyun, will never let you return to the divine realm."

Ling Yun was angry in his heart.

Uncontrollable, he punched out.

Boom boom.

The powerful fist fell on the statue without any surprise.

Stains of blood overflowed from Ling Yun's fist.

Jiang Ruoxue's statue also collapsed under this punch, smashing down and shattering the ground.

"What? Ling Yun, you are so brave. You dare to deliberately damage the statue of Princess Ruoxue? You really don't want to live anymore, right?"

The sudden scene made Zhao Hong on the side unable to defend himself, and even made him angry.

The statue of the princess was placed in the Martial Arts Court, which was ordered by the dean himself. Now that the statue has been destroyed, if the superior blames him, Zhao Hong will definitely not be able to take it.

In anger, Zhao Hong slapped Ling Yun's back with a palm.

Feeling a chill behind him, Ling Yun instinctively dodged Zhao Hong's palm print, which made Zhao Hong's expression suddenly startled. He was a fifth-level martial artist in the martial arts realm. How could Ling Yun from the Nine Heavens Jue Vein avoid his palm?

This must be a coincidence.

Wind Palm.

Zhao Hong slapped out his palm again, and it was like a storm, with a huge momentum.

"What? I'm not right? Zhao Hong taught Ling Yun a lesson that trash, even if he still had to use martial arts? Isn't this clearly not giving Ling Yun any way to survive?"

"What's the good thing about a nominal disciple? You can even think of it with your toes. That kid is going to be in trouble."

There were many disciples in the martial arts field, and they were slightly surprised when they saw the movement here.

They were naturally not surprised that Zhao Hong taught Ling Yun a lesson. After all, they were already used to this kind of scene.

What surprised them was that Zhao Hong actually needed to use martial arts to deal with Ling Yun?

Therefore, while sympathizing with Ling Yun, many disciples also showed contempt for Zhao Hong.

Ling Yun turned around, and he looked at Zhao Hong with cold eyes, and the anger in his heart surged wildly.

"Just your palm technique, you can't even hurt a three-year-old child. You want to hurt this emperor? I'm delusional."

Ling Yun sneered. As the Emperor of Dragon Martial Arts, he had extremely rich combat experience and his eyes were very vicious. Although Zhao Hong's palm print was imposing, it was full of flaws. It was not an exaggeration to say that he was a flowery person, so he naturally could not get into Ling Yun's eyes.

After saying that, Ling Yun didn't move at all, and just let Zhao Hong's palm prints slam at his head.

Seeing this, the disciples around him shook their heads, thinking that Ling Yun was definitely scared.

However.

The next moment.

Bang.

A dull sound suddenly exploded in everyone's ears. The other people thought that Ling Yun's head blossomed did not appear. Instead, Zhao Hong's palm print stopped between two fingers less than two fingers from Ling Yun's cheek.

kindness?

Everyone was shocked.

After looking at it, he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

Because they saw that Zhao Hong's palm was not stopped by him, but Ling Yun raised one of his arms at some point and grabbed Zhao Hong's wrist, allowing Zhao Hong's hand to stop in the air and unable to move.

"What's going on?"

Everyone was surprised.

Zhao Hong's palm was powerful, and even they might not be able to resist it, but Ling Yun, a waste who cannot be cultivated, could easily be resolved?

And, this is not over yet.

Ling Yun's eyes turned cold and his fierce light showed.

"Zhao Hong, you have to pay it back sooner or later when you come out. You know what you did to me before, but today, I will get it back at once."

Click.

ah……

A sound of a broken bone and a scream rang out one after another.

Ling Yun poured all his strength on his arm, twisted it suddenly, and directly twisted Zhao Hong's right arm.

Zhao Hong had a ferocious face, his body collapsed to the ground, his expression was distorted, and he was in pain.

"What?"

The disciples around couldn't help but breathe several times.

The eyes of each looking at Ling Yun were completely different.

Everyone was wondering, is this guy in front of him still the useless waste Ling Yun?

After struggling for a long time, Zhao Hong endured the severe pain and stood up.

clang.

With the other hand, a sharp black iron sword was pulled out, Zhao Hong's eyes were scarlet, furious, and angry.

"Boy, you not only destroy the princess statue, but also dare to attack me. You are really lawless. Today I will clear the portal for the Martial Arts Academy."

Before he finished speaking, the long sword in Zhao Hong's hand had already stabbed out.

The long sword light surged, and the sword shadow fell down.

A series of sword energy that was unstoppable stirred up in the air.

But Ling Yun stood with his hands behind his back, not panic, but his eyes shook his head with disappointment: "It's too slow. Zhao Hong, you are so unbearable as the head of the Martial Arts Academy. Could it be that your cultivation has been cultivated to the dog?"

While speaking, Ling Yun stretched out two fingers lightly, and suddenly clamped his fingers into the air. Then, in the shocked eyes of everyone, Zhao Hong's quick sword was squeezed into the air.

At the same time, Ling Yun kicked out with one kick, kicking Zhao Hong's dantian without any bias. On his toes, all the aura of the third level of the power and martial arts realm gathered. The aura turned into a sharp arrow and rushed into Zhao Hong's dantian, shattering Zhao Hong's dantian to pieces.

"ah……"

Another scream of screaming at the sky and the earth. After this, Zhao Hong collapsed to the ground in pain and wailing, his body bowed into a shrimp-shaped shape, and his martial arts aura instantly dissipated, and he had completely become a useless person.

He looked at Ling Yun who was constantly approaching him in panic and said anxiously: "Ling Yun, can't you kill me? I am the head of the Martial Arts Academy. If you kill me, the Martial Arts Academy will never let you live well."

It's time to do it, and I'm still so self-righteous.

Ling Yun had already had aroused his intention to kill. When he heard Zhao Hong's words, he not only did not stop, but he became even more murderous: "No one dared to threaten this emperor yet. Do you say I dare not kill you? That emperor insists on killing you for you."

"stop."
Chapter completed!