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After a long while, a wave of noise started one after another and everyone started to shout.

"Is this really Lin Jingyu? What the hell! "

"It can't be. To be able to defeat a Qin Zhi with a fourth stage Qipo Stage in one move, that must at least have a cultivation of the fifth stage of the Qipo Stage!"

"Could it be that Lin Jingyu's strength has recovered?"

Everyone present had a look of shock and astonishment on their faces.

To be able to easily defeat Qin Zhi who had cultivated to the fourth stage of the Qipo Stage, it at least showed that the current Lin Jingyu was not as simple as a piece of trash.

"Kid, don't be too arrogant!"

Just at this moment, the other skinny youngster behind Zhao Ziyang also roared out in anger, obviously wanting to take revenge for his comrades.

With a focused gaze, he stomped his foot on the ground. Leaning his body forward at a tricky yet strange angle, he also threw out a punch.

It was just that the power behind his fist was even stronger than Qin Zhi's fist.

Four spirit souls appeared behind him as well, and he pounced on Lin Jingyu like a cheetah.

Although they were both at the fourth level of Qipo Stage, he was still stronger than Qin Zhi by a little. In his opinion, it was more than enough to deal with a trash that could not cultivate.

Only, to the skinny youth's surprise, when he was merely three steps away from Lin Jingyu, the latter actually gave him a malicious smile.

Lin Jingyu moved according to the directions, and with a light tap of his finger, a dark energy immediately surged forth!

The same thing happened again.

Bang

The thin youth didn't even have the time to defend himself when his pupils constricted. In just an instant, the dark black energy struck his chest and an intense pain that came from having his bones fractured came unrestrainedly over.

Ah!

With a "whoosh" sound, the skinny youth also fell into the pond like Qin Zhi.

However, he was even more miserable than Qin Zhi was just now. As soon as he was submerged in the ice-cold mud, blood continuously flowed out from his wounds, instantly dying a corner of the pond red.

His chest was covered with eerie white bones, and it was extremely horrifying. A heart-wrenching pain followed, and after a moment, he fainted from the pain.

The group of youths felt their scalps go numb as they looked at the skinny youth's miserable appearance.

This Lin Jingyu is too terrifying!

It even pierced through the bones of others!

It was just that there was something even stranger, because they had not seen clearly how Lin Jingyu had attacked or how he had taken action. In the blink of an eye, the battle was over!

"Did you clearly see what moves Lin Jingyu used just now?"

A young man and a young girl beside him looked at each other. They could see the shock in each other's eyes.

Then, both of them shook their heads.

Obviously, Lin Jingyu's attack was too fast, so fast that no one would be able to detect him launching an attack!

"It's a martial skill!" Lin Jingyu just now said that it was definitely a martial skill! "

He didn't know who it was, but the words that suddenly popped out of his mouth were earth-shattering!

As these words were spoken, the eyes of the surrounding candidates turned red with envy.

God! Lin Jingyu actually had a martial skill, no wonder he could defeat Qin Wu and Qin Zhi so easily.

The martial arts in this world were divided into four levels: Sky, Earth, Black and Yellow.

Martial skills were rare. Ordinary cultivators would have to pay a huge price to buy them. For those commoners who had no money or power, they were simply out of reach.

Even the precious land of the Martial Sect's martial arts only had a dozen or so low-grade yellow-rank martial skills. Other than these, there were only two mid-grade yellow-rank martial skills.

The two sets of middle grade Yellow Rank martial arts were called "Wuxuan secret" and "Thousand Illusion Ice Heart Tactic", respectively. They were the most precious treasures of the Martial Sect, and only the high grade disciples and elders of the sect had the qualifications to learn them.

It could be seen that martial skills were of incomparable importance to martial artists.

But now, not only was Lin Jingyu's strength shocking, he actually had a martial skill with him, how could this not shock them?

Looks like Lin Jingyu is really going to rise up!

In coordination with everyone's shocked expressions, the ugly pig liver color expression on Zhao Ziyang's face became extremely ugly!

Suddenly green, then purple, then white, then black!

He had originally come to humiliate Lin Jingyu, but didn't expect that the matter would go far beyond his expectations.

Not only did Lin Jingyu regain his previous talent, he even learnt a set of mysterious and unfathomable martial skills from somewhere!

This was completely unexpected!

"Brother Zhao, you must uphold justice for Qin Wu and me!"

Qin Zhi, covered in mud stains, walked out of the pond one step at a time. His right arm was dislocated, and when he saw Qin Wu who was unconscious and with his bones exposed, he said with a face full of pain.

If he did not cripple Lin Jingyu, it would not be enough to take care of his heart!

Zhao Ziyang grinned, his eyes full of sinister intent.

With a dark and uncertain expression, he looked at Lin Jingyu, and said: "In ten days, it will be the sect's official disciple selection competition. You better not go, because if I were to meet you, I, Zhao Ziyang, swear here that I will make sure you die without a burial ground!"

Zhao Ziyang clenched both his fists tightly, and the faint terrifying sound of bones rubbing against each other could be heard, as a vigorous Qi pounced towards Lin Jingyu.

"Don't think that you're the only one that can use a martial skill!"

Before he finished his words, he slightly clenched his right fist. Suddenly, countless flames rose up above his fist, and in the blink of an eye, the crimson flames wrapped tightly around his entire fist.

This sudden turn of events instantly made the surrounding disciples to cry out in surprise.

"Look, isn't that the low-rank yellow-rank martial art, 'Ardent Flame Fist'?"

"Zhao Ziyang is truly worthy of being called Zhao Ziyang. He is the new star among our candidate disciples.

A set of martial arts was divided into four stages, Minute Subtlety, Minor Subtlety, Large Perfection, and Perfection.

At this time, Zhao Ziyang had actually already cultivated the? Burning Fist? to the Large Success Realm, his aura was extremely cold and overbearing!

"I never thought that Zhao Ziyang's strength would increase again. It seems that there will be no chance for him to become a formal disciple!"

A young man clenched his fists and said with a tearful face.

"What are you afraid of? There is more than one official disciple, so your performance will attract the attention of the sect! "

Some of them shrugged their shoulders and consoled their companions, but in reality, they were also coincidentally consoling themselves.

"I wonder if Lin Jingyu will participate in the official disciple selection examination held by the sect?"

"I don't think so. Although both of them have cultivated in martial arts, I feel that Zhao Ziyang's ? Ardent Flame Fist ? is a little more ferocious. After all, it's a sect's secret technique!"

"Hehe, Zhao Ziyang is powerful, but that Lin Jingyu is not inferior to him at all. Just a moment ago, did you see his technique clearly?"

"Moreover, three years ago, Lin Jingyu reached the seventh level of the Qipo Stage at the age of twelve and was titled the number one genius in the sect.

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The group of youngsters were chattering non-stop. In an instant, they separated into two camps.

The sect believed that Zhao Ziyang was not weak, and in ten days, the sect examination would definitely torture and kill Lin Jingyu.

The other faction felt that Lin Jingyu's Inherent Skill had awakened once again, and his imposing manner was unstoppable, so defeating Zhao Ziyang was not a problem. Both sides had their own opinions, neither gave a damn about the other.

"I have remembered today's grudge. Some other day, I will make sure to pay it back in double!"

Zhao Ziyang clenched his teeth, and with that, he turned and left with Qin Wu and Qin Zhi.

The Lin Jingyu of today looked a little abnormal, so he did not dare act rashly. Within ten days, he would definitely cultivate the? Burning Fist? to the Great Perfection Stage.

At that time, all the sect elders would attend the official disciple selection convention. What he wanted was to ruthlessly humiliate Lin Jingyu in front of everyone!

He wanted to use facts to prove who was the true proud son of heaven!

Looking at Zhao Ziyang's departing figure, Lin Jingyu smiled lightly and shook his head, not taking the former's provocation to heart. The former might never know, how terrifying the enemy he had to face was!

How could an ordinary person dare to go against the Divine King?

Slightly pursing his lips, Lin Jingyu patted the water stains on the oil paper umbrella and slowly closed it, then looked towards the horizon.

The drizzle had just stopped and the clouds in the distance had been split into two irregular halves. A ray of morning light scattered from them.

When the light shone on his body, it felt warm and comfortable.

After pondering for a moment, Lin Jingyu started walking in the direction of the Demon Cloud Mountain Range.

Everyone looked at the youth. His thin body seemed to be blooming with countless lights. They knew in their hearts that the devilish youth from three years ago was about to rise up!

"Brother Jingyu."

When he walked to the sect's exit, a slightly monotonous voice suddenly sounded. Lin Jingyu turned his head and saw a youth who was about his own age standing there.

The teenager was wearing a thin cotton shirt. He was as thin as a twig. It was obvious that he had suffered from chronic malnutrition. He stood there with a large handful of dried up firewood in his arms. Both of his eyes were originally lifeless, but when he saw Lin Jingyu walking over, his eyes instantly lit up and a smile appeared on his withered yellow face.

Lin Jingyu recognized this person. This skinny and unassuming youth was called Hou Xiaolin. They were from the same hometown.

His father had died of illness a few days after he was born, and he had been dependent on his mother ever since he was a child. Later on, his mother also died. His stepfather was vicious and forced him, who was only eleven or twelve years old every day, to do some hard work.

Finally, one day, he escaped from home and registered with Lin Jingyu for the Martial Sect's candidate disciple test. However, his talent was low and he was kicked out of the first stage.

Hou Xiaolin wasn't willing to go back and endure more beatings from his stepfather. Thus, he would rather be a cook in the sect, at least having food every day, though sometimes he wasn't full.

Lin Jingyu, on the other hand, became an incomparably dazzling figure in the sect. After becoming the sect's genius, Lin Jingyu did not discriminate against him at all.

This caused Hou Xiaolin to feel an unprecedented warmth, so no matter if Lin Jingyu had become trash or not, he still treated him as a good friend and good brother.

After Lin Jingyu became trash, the surrounding people started to treat him with even more indifference and ridicule. In the past, due to the relationship with Lin Jingyu, no one dared to do anything to him.

But three years ago, Lin Jingyu's talent was completely lost, he no longer had protection, and Hou Xiaolin was being bullied. Even so, he still believed that there would be a day when Lin Jingyu would regain his talent.

"Brother Jingyu!" Hou Xiaolin eagerly greeted Lin Jingyu.

Lin Jingyu nodded, and then wiped the other party's body and walked far away indifferently without turning back.

Only Hou Xiaolin, who was standing there stiffly with a dazed look on his face, was left standing there blankly.

"Brother Jingyu, are you in a bad mood, or are you angry with me?"

Hou Xiaolin seemed at a loss on what to do. His mouth was filled with grievances as he whispered.

It was Lin Jingyu.

After exiting the Ninth Peak, he directly headed in the direction of the Demon Cloud Mountain Range. His face remained expressionless and calm.

Brother! Friend! These words were too sensitive to Lin Jingyu in this life. He would rather be alone than to be betrayed by his friends!

Thus, he would rather be eternally sealed within the gates to his heart!

It was only until they were about five kilometers away from Martial Sect did Lin Jingyu finally let his guard down.

In just a breath of time, he had already teleported a hundred meters away.

What he executed was precisely the absolute arts, movement techniques, and Solitary Hong Ruo Ying from his previous life!

Fifty feet per step, reduced to an inch! In half a cup of tea's time, Lin Jingyu's figure appeared at the outskirts of Demon Cloud Mountain Range.