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"Trash, I'm talking about you, you're just a piece of trash, what about it? Looking at your expression, it seems that you are not convinced? You don't have the ability to bite me if you're unconvinced? If you have the ability, come over and bite me? You're just a good-for-nothing, do you really think that you're still that lofty Young Sect Master? "

Clang!

Lin Qingyun did not even look at Ling Jian as he walked in, knocking over the dishes on the ground and knocking them to the ground.

"I'm gifting you food and food. That's because I respect you, and I'm giving you face. Do you truly think that with your current status and identity, you can make a ruckus in front of me?"

Lin Qingyun stared at Ling Jian with a savage expression.

Even the most ordinary disciple could bully him, give him face, make him cry out loud, knock over his food bowl, and trample him under his feet. One could imagine how worrisome Ling Jian's current situation was.

If it was the previous Ling Jian, who had withstood the orders of a good-for-nothing for ten years, who had lost his spirit, becoming weak, perhaps he would settle this matter peacefully. This was the decision made by his weak nature, but the current Ling Jian was not the previous Ling Jian, and would not be bullied by anyone.

Ling Jian's sword-like eyebrows twitched. His recently recovered stamina had now completely transformed into a tyrannical sound wave, and his tongue was like thunder:

"You dog slave, you, a servant, actually dare to speak to me like this! According to the sect's criminal law, if you don't respect a person's status, a person above you who doesn't respect a person's status, the Young Sect Leader, should immediately drag you to the Punishment Hall. If I were to report to the Punishment Hall, then we will see how you die!"

"When the time comes, all the hard work in your body will first be abolished, and then you will be tortured to death!"

The sudden burst of momentum, coupled with the words' Disciplinary Hall ', struck like a thunderbolt in Lin Qingyun's mind.

A hint of fear flashed across Lin Qingyun's face. When he thought of the relationship between Ling Jian and the Disciplinary Hall, he felt that all the muscles in his body had become much colder. He thought of the torture instruments in the Hall of Punishment and felt as if his body was about to explode.

"This kid can only scare people at most. Hmph, right now the sect's big elders are rumored to be joining hands and are about to abolish his Young Sect Master title, so what can the Disciplinary Hall do? So what if his third uncle was the Fifth Elder? Wasn't he still being suppressed by the combined forces of the various Elders? That's why I chose to cultivate in seclusion. I don't want to talk about worldly matters. Now that I think about it, isn't I just a coward? "

As Lin Qingyun recalled the rumors in the sect and recalled the things that the Elders were preparing to do in the next few days, a hint of viciousness flashed across his originally fearful face.

If he was too scared by this young master who was about to die, if this matter were to be spread out, then what would be his reputation in the entire Qing-Yun Sect?

At that time, he would certainly be mocked by the sect disciples. He would be laughed at for being so generous, and become a laughingstock!

When he thought about the stakes involved, Lin Qingyun's confidence that he had just recovered slowly dissipated.

Clenching his fist, his gaze shot viciously towards Ling Jian, yet he did not say a word.

Calming his heart, Lin Qingyun was ready to go all out. If he succeeded in this matter, it would be a victory. From now on, it would be extremely beneficial to him.

When that time came, he would not care if he sent food to the other inner disciples. He would be proud too. Perhaps, it would be easier for him to ask these inner disciples for guidance in martial arts in the future.

At this point, Lin Qing Qing's gaze turned sinister as he locked onto Ling Jian. Without saying a word, his body flew out like a cheetah, his two fingers coming together and piercing towards Ling Jian like a sword light.

Sharp rays of light were faintly discernible on his hands.

This was the common finger technique used by the Qing-Yun Sect: Sword Finger.

His moves were sharp and unstoppable. It was a killing move with one hit and one hit with one hit, knocking the opponent down with one strike.

Seeing this, Ling Jian's gaze turned cold. Speaking of this sword finger technique, it was quite similar to the Shaolin Godly Fist that he had practiced in his previous life. Both of these techniques focused on vigorous and domineering techniques, where one would definitely hit.

With just a single breath, he was able to execute his moves in one go. There was no way out for him.

However, it could not be compared with the Shaolin Divine Fist.

To be able to execute such a move, it could be seen how much Lin Qingyun thought of him.

However, looking at this move, with Ling Jian's eyesight, there was still a high chance that he would be able to catch it. However, considering his own circumstances, it was not a good choice for him to take it head-on, even if the Shaolin God Fist could break Lin Qing's sword fingers, he would still suffer serious internal injuries.

In this way, it wouldn't be worth it.

Lin Qingyun was just a clown, it wasn't worth it.

After decisively making his decision, Ling Jian's gaze turned ruthless. His eyes turned sharp, revealing a cold glint. His body slightly arched, just like a bow that was ready to respond to a full moon.

But suddenly, he saw Ling Jian display such a strange movement skill, causing his heart to waver a little. And the moment he was distracted, Ling Jian's body flew past him like a meteor, and his leg flew out, landing right on one of Lin Qing's four main meridians in his back.

Ka-cha.

Lin Qingyun's face turned ashen, after that, he turned incomparably pale, with a wail, he opened his mouth, and felt a sweet taste in his throat. A mouthful of blood was forced out of his mouth, and his body flew out uncontrollably, falling onto the bed.

Ling Jian's eyes were sharp, with the simplest of moves, he first dodged the opponent's attack, and then attacked from the opponent's weakness, the opponent's weakness, made it much easier to deal with Lin Qingyun. Not only that, this move also dealt a heavy blow to Lin Qingyun.

Lin Qingyun was unwilling to give up. An uncontrollable sense of humiliation flashed through his heart as he forced himself to leap up and slammed his palm down in anger.

"Green Cloud Mountain Palm!"

From the memories in his mind, he knew that the Green Cloud Mountain Palm was a palm technique that only inner disciples could train in. Lin Qingyun was just a mere food disciple, there was no reason for him to know such a palm technique!

Ling Jian did not dare to think too much, and was prepared to throw out a punch, when a figure rushed over quickly from the outside, and arrived beside Ling Jian in a flash. Ling Jian was shocked, and even the thought of sparing no effort to injure Lin Qingyun was gone, as his body flipped on the ground and rolled away.

"How dare you, Lin Qingyun, attack the young master? You are simply looking down on everyone! There is no justice to this, the punishment cannot be pardoned! Not only is the hall master in closed door training, it seems like a villain like you are trying to reverse it?"

Pow!

As the sound of his voice faded, a whistling sound of wind could be heard as a palm landed on Lin Qing's face. Lin Qing stared at the young man who was walking over, his heart sinking as he stared at him with disbelief in his eyes.

"Luo Ming, it's you …"