Chapter 187: Wu Zong’s finger

quiet!

The silence of death was no other sound except the faint screams in the student's mouth.

"It's really killing...ah! Brother Lin, you are too impulsive. Even if you enter school, there will be many people targeting you." Li Ruochen said with a heartache.

"Have I ever said I want to enter school?" Lin Qing looked at the Canglan Dynasty, a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said coldly: "If you can teach such a student, it's better not to go to this college."

After saying that, Lin Qing turned around and left, but the old man floated up and asked with a cold face: "What? You killed the student of our school and wanted to leave like this?"

"First, we started this competition with the consent of my senior. Second, we did not determine the outcome, but only the life and death. It was proposed to me and I also recognized it. Why can't I leave?" Lin Qing asked back.

The old man's face turned dark. Unexpectedly, this guy had this plan and left after killing him?

He thought this kid was just trying to vent his anger, and he would just beat him up and would not kill him at all.

Unexpectedly, Lin Qing was so tough that he killed the student directly and was about to leave.

How could such a good thing be?

When the old man thought of what he said, he couldn't help but secretly scold Lin Qing for being sinister. He was not easy to break his promise now. If he broke his promise, wouldn't he ruin the reputation of the academy?

"If nothing else, I will leave first." Lin Qing sneered, clasped his fists and bowed, and then prepared to leave.

"You can leave, take me a move and let you go." Suddenly, another gray-robed figure suddenly appeared in front of Lin Qing.

"Vice Dean..." The old man saluted respectfully.

"You have to pay all your responsibility for this matter. After deducting half a year's salary and resources, you can get the penalty yourself." The old man in gray robe said lightly.

"Yes..." The old man smiled bitterly and ran towards the academy.

The old man in gray robe looked at Lin Qing and praised: "You are very good. You have understood the sword intent at a young age. Why don't you join Canglan Academy?"

Lin Qing replied lightly: "Why not join? This question is very simple. First, can you teach such a disciple's academy? Second, since even an ordinary student looks down on Wu Ling from the Kingdom, will the instructors of the academy pay attention to these warriors? Definitely not. Instead of wasting time here, it is better not to join."

"Of course geniuses will be valued, mediocre...hehe." The old man in gray robe smiled and did not continue to say it. This hehe already indicated a lot of things.

"But I don't want to join." Lin Qing said coldly.

"It's okay if you don't join. Take my move and I will let you go. By the way, my cultivation is Wuzong." The old man in gray robe said with a domineering attitude.

"Then come!" Lin Qing lowered his eyes and said lightly.

The old man in gray robe froze, he thought there was something wrong with his ears, and this guy really wanted to take him a move?

There has been no such thorn in the past, but taking the Wuzong move directly dispelled the idea.

After all, unless it is half-step Wuzong, there is no one who can do nothing to die in one move by Wuzong.

And Lin Qing is only a martial artist at the Ninth Heaven at this moment! How dare he?!

"Are you sure?" The old man in gray robe looked cold and said in his heart that it was a pity. It was a pity that a good seedling. Only a living genius is called a genius, and those who die were called dead people.

"Of course it's certain!" Lin Qing glanced at the academy coldly, and couldn't help but sneer in her heart. Is this a college look like?

"Okay! Be brave! Take me a finger and let you go." The old man in gray robe shouted and slowly stretched out his finger.

Suddenly, the wind and clouds changed, and the sky suddenly became darker. The clouds in the sky turned into a huge finger, and the fingerprints on it could be seen clearly.

The air around Lin Qing slowly squeezed Lin Qing, as if he was about to burst him. Lin Qing's sword intent burst out, completely spreading the surrounding air.

Looking at the huge finger phantom, Lin Qing looked solemn, a hint of arrogance flashed in his eyes, and stepped on the ground with one foot, soaring into the sky to meet the giant finger.

"A sword comes from the west! The immortals fly outside the sky!" Lin Qing shouted violently, and the atmosphere in the sky was directly triggered by the sword force. The dragon roared and the fairy sang the piano and stroked the sound.

The next moment, as if none of these weathers appeared, it turned into a dazzling sword light and rushed upwards.

boom!

There was a roar in the sky, and a huge sound almost rang half of the city.

"Puchi!" Lin Qing squirted out a mouthful of blood and his body fell to the ground. The sword eliminated 80% of the force of this finger, and it was enough to be fatal.

Lin Qing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, shook the long sword in his hand, and slowly drew a circle, showing the shadow of the yin and yang poles.

The huge finger fell, oppressing the shadow of the yin and yang poles in Lin Qing's hand.

"Click, click."

A cracking sound came, and the shadows of the yin and yang poles in Lin Qing's hand had begun to crack.

boom!

The sword in Lin Qing's hand was bounced out, and a stubborn look flashed in Lin Qing's eyes. The Great Movement of the Universe and the Fighting Star Movement were used at the same time, and his palms directly met.

"Puchi!" Lin Qing flew backwards and spurted a mouthful of blood in the air.

"Cough cough..." Lin Qing half knelt on the ground and coughed up a pool of blood.

He's next.

"When faced with the same thing, Brother Lin chose to move forward bravely, but we chose to compromise. Maybe... this is the difference between us and Brother Lin." Li Ruochen looked at Lin Qing, who was bleeding from his mouth and nose, and was extremely embarrassed. Today! He was convinced by Lin Qing.

With the strength of the martial arts realm, they naturally don’t accept it if they surpass all the martial spirit realm powerhouses... But now they are convinced, convinced and convinced.

Lin Qing raised his chest, pulled up the Black Feather Sword of the Xuan-level High-level Black Feather Sword, looked at the old man in gray robe, and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm going to go next, can I leave now?"

The old man in gray robe looked at Lin Qing in a daze. He didn't understand why Lin Qing wanted to do this. As long as he compromised, nothing would happen.

As long as he can tolerate this, maybe things will not have developed to this current situation.

However, they had long forgotten that as warriors, they should be unyielding and moving forward bravely.

The sword that Lin Qing had collected was straightened to his back and slowly left, rather than bent.

This is his sword, and his will. He has had enough of the compromise for nearly ten years and he does not want to bow his head to anyone.

"I have recorded this finger today. I will definitely get it back in the future. Thirty years from Hedong to Hexi, don't bully the young man in poverty!" Lin Qing said with a strong voice to the old man with gray robe.

Immediately, it completely sank into the crowd.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!