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"You..." You Chen looked at Ling Jian in disbelief, clearly unable to believe it, much less accept the reality in front of her.

"You Chen, you barged into my room and even dared to speak nonsense in my room. I'll have to trouble you for these few days."

Ling Jian charged down several times and once again appeared in front of You Chen. This time, You Chen was not careless. She exerted her strength at the peak of the Fourth Sky of the Martial Dao to the extreme.

"Young Sect Master, even if you recover your strength, what can you do?"

"Green Cloud Mountain Palm!"

He showed no mercy and immediately used the Green Cloud Mountain Palm, which could only be practiced by inner disciples and covered a wide area.

His palm had not yet released its power.

Ling Jian could already feel the wind blowing against his face, containing the sharp cutting force of a blade.

You Chen's eyes were calm and emotionless, without the slightest fluctuation. Her eyes glanced pitifully at Ling Jian, who was about to be sent flying by his palm, and the smile on her face became even more cruel and cold.

However. In the next moment, You Chen's expression changed drastically. Ling Jian, who was about to be covered by her palm, was sent flying. Suddenly, his body swayed like a fish, and he quickly dodged from the attack.

You Chen's eyes were filled with disbelief at this strange scene.

After performing the "Swimming Pisces Body Art", Ling Jian felt that the muscles and bones in his body had become much more flexible and fluid. He was glad that he had completely eliminated the poison he had accumulated for ten years, otherwise, this movement technique, which he had been so proud of in his previous life, and its high difficulty, would not have helped him avoid one of You Chen's fatal hits.

Rumble rumble rumble!

As Ling Jian and You Chen brushed past each other, he mercilessly lashed out with his whip, using the second move of the Twelve Legs of Absolute Life of the Shaolin Temple, Yin Yang Combo!

"Cough, cough..."

You Chen's face was black, and her entire body was lying on the ground in a state of greed. Just at this moment, the meridians in seven or eight parts of his spine were broken by Ling Jian's so-called Yin and Yang kicks, and as her chest tightened, her mouth turned sweet, yet she uncontrollably vomited out a mouthful of foul blood. Her expression was ashen, and she could no longer muster even the slightest bit of strength.

"Ling Jian, you actually broke my meridians, my father will definitely not let you off!"

A venomous voice was emitted from You Chen's mouth. In the face of You Chen's bare fruit threat, Ling Jian did not care in the slightest. Instead, he smiled as if he was looking at an idiot, and said:

"You Chen, you understand. I am the Young Sect Master, I am your father's superior. "If he knows what's good for him, then I can choose to settle this matter peacefully. If he's willing to play around, then I'm sorry, but I will let him know that this young master has the ability to cripple him and even chase you out of the Qing-Yun Sect!"

Ling Jian's tongue was like thunder as every word he said was transmitted into You Chen's ears. Without a doubt, it was like a thunderbolt that struck deep into his soul, where he was about to be knocked unconscious. A moment later, his body trembled, and the venom in his eyes disappeared without a trace.

Even if he was not careful, he would still have suffered a loss. In that quick exchange just now, he was fully confident that the Junior Sect Leader had not fully recovered his cultivation, and he did not know where he had learned this move from. It did not seem to be the Qing-Yun Sect's move, but it was extremely overbearing and difficult to defend against.

Such a young master, even if he had not recovered his previous cultivation level, it would be too late by the time the elders gathered!

"You... Please don't … Past... "Come."

This time, You Chen was already scared out of her wits. Seeing Ling Jian closing in on her step by step, her face was filled with panic as she screamed hysterically.

"I told you to bark, I let you barge into my training room."

Without saying anything else, he walked over and slapped the other party. Then, with a chuckle, Ling Jian rubbed the poisonous mud on his body into a ball and stuffed it into You Chen's mouth, which was struggling in panic and fear.

"Wuwuwu …"

You Chen let out a burst of ghastly wails and wolf howls, her voice was barely audible, and only her flustered and helpless eyes stared straight at Ling Jian.

If looks could kill, then Ling Jian would already be a dead man.

If anger could kill, then Ling Jian would have long since become a sea of fire.

Ka-cha.

Lying on a stone slab made from profound stones, You Chen suddenly felt her body spin, making it hard for her to distinguish between the sky and the earth. Then, he realized that there was a black hole underneath his body, completely engulfing his figure, voice, and eyes.

"After the elders' meeting, this young school head will come and see you."

Ka-cha.

The stone slabs made from profound stones quickly closed. From the outside, it was hard to see any flaws at all.

After he finished all these, Ling Jian then tidied up the broken bed with satisfaction.

"Dong, dong, dong!"

A series of knocks came from outside, and a voice came in from outside:

"Young Sect Master, the water you asked for is here."

"Come in."

Ling Jian said. His eyes flashed and he immediately lifted a robe to cover himself. He waved his hand and a bamboo curtain covered the broken bed.

The door opened and two disciples from the training room came in with buckets that were half the height of a person. Mist rose from the buckets and it was obvious that they were filled with hot water.

When Ling Jian saw these two disciples, he inwardly exclaimed that he had acted quickly. Otherwise, if he delayed it even a little longer, it would be discovered by these two as well. With the current situation, he did not wish for others to reveal any of his secrets.

This kind of water bucket made from Black Profound Wood was called "Body Tempering Bucket".

In the Qing-Yun Sect, this kind of body tempering barrel was specifically used to soak in medicinal ingredients for cultivators to temper their body and cultivate.

With the previous culinary disciple Lin Qingyun, who was in the back mountain, as an example, these two disciples no longer dared to mock and ridicule Ling Jian as they normally did. They all lowered their heads, and with an unprecedented attitude of flattery, they appeared extremely sincere, as if they were proper servants.

Ling Jian's sharp gaze flashed across the attitude of the two disciples, marking them as servants.

In his heart, however, there was a myriad of emotions. Within his heart, there was a low and deep sigh that spread out. These were words that came from the bottom of his heart:

"Looks like strength is the key to everything. Before this, the unsolvable problem can only be solved by force, and regardless of whether it is in my previous life or this life, force is the guarantee to survival. It seems that I have no choice but to fix this young master's position!"