Chapter 2

Not far away from Lin Jingyu, a well-dressed boy with a smile on his face came slowly.

However, the young man in the Royal Guards was not alone. On the left and right sides behind him, there were two young men dressed as well as him, one fat and the other thin, but they were obviously dominated by the young man in the royal guards.

"Younger martial brother Lin, where are you going? Why don't you sleep in your hut? "

Hearing the obvious ridicule of the young man in royal guards, the two young men next to him also cooperated with the premeditation and burst out laughing.

The young man in the royal guards grinned, and his slightly gloomy eyes fell on Lin Jingyu. His arrogant look made people feel that he was a dissolute dandy.

This scene, of course, is not good, this is not good

The obvious provocative words are full of irony.

In the past half a month, Lin Jingyu has been shut up, in order to dredge the nine channels. However, I don't know which good person said it was "sleeping in every day behind closed doors.".

However, Lin Jingyu had a bad reputation in Wu Xuanzong. After he was unable to practice, he was even more desperate and muddled all day. It's not unreasonable to be rumored like this.

Listening to the sarcasm of several people in front of him, Lin Jingyu frowned a little, but he was not angry. In his opinion, improving his strength is the most important thing for him now. There is no need to waste time with some unimportant people.

His eyes were as plain as water, ignoring the willful difficulties of the young man in the royal guards, he directly rubbed the body of the latter and was ready to leave.

Seeing this, the mouth of the young man in Royal Guards was slightly stiff, and his face turned into a pig liver color, which was very ugly.

I was ignored! What's more, the other party is a waste who can't practice! How can he bear it?

However, although the young man in Royal Guards was a little impatient, he managed to suppress his anger and said with a smile: "younger martial brother Lin, don't be angry. I heard that you fell off the cliff not long ago. I heard that I was worried about you for a long time."

"Now I'm relieved to see you in good condition." The young man in the royal guards said a little.

However, his eyes were always fixed on Lin Jingyu's face. He wanted to see how the other side reacted.

"Thanks for your concern, it's OK." Lin Jingyu's eyes were shining, but he thought in his heart: Thank you for your blessing.

Then he turned around and wanted to leave again. However, he was stopped by one hand of the royal guards youth.

Lin Jingyu's eyebrows were a little tighter than before. It was obvious that his patience was going to the extreme. Slightly raised the head, the pure light in the eye stayed on the latter body.

Naturally, he knew the young man in front of him. His name was Zhao Ziyang, a little older than Lin Jingyu. Like Lin Jingyu, he is a candidate disciple of wuxuanzong sect.

The reason why he dared to be so arrogant was because he had a grandfather who was an interior elder in the ninth peak of wuxuanzong.

Beside him, almost all the two young brothers had some distant or near relations with the elders and Ke Qing in the clan.

Because they are "relatives of the emperor" and no one dares to provoke them, they are unscrupulous and do evil.

In addition, he forcibly occupied the meager cultivation resources allocated by some sects to the candidate disciples.

However, no one dares to manage it in the clan.

Why? Because I dare not.

Zhao Ziyang is very vindictive. Once, a candidate disciple was robbed of his cultivation resources for no reason, so he sued Zhao Ziyang to the law enforcement elder. Unexpectedly, he was directly rejected. The reason was written: false accusation!

The next day, the candidate disciple was beaten by a group of masked people for no reason. All his money and cultivation resources were robbed, but he did not dare to say anything.

After that, he could only leave wuxuanzong in disgrace. He knew that if he offended Zhao Ziyang, he would not have a better life in the sect. Since then, almost all of the candidate disciples did not dare to provoke Zhao Ziyang any more and gave up their cultivation resources as if they had accepted their fate.

The house elder colludes with the law enforcement elder. The house elder protects the calf so strongly. Who dares to provoke him?

Lin Jingyu was one of the candidates who was bullied by Zhao Ziyang. For a while, he was responsible for almost all the toilets and thatched cottages in the clan.

Lin Jingyu did the work of more than 200 candidate disciples alone.

These, of course, are Zhao Ziyang deliberately in the whole of him.

Lin Jingyu may have been a genius, but now he is such a waste. He doesn't want to be humiliated as much as he wants?

What a great pleasure it is to be able to step on the genius that once lived in the gate for a hundred years! Zhao Ziyang thought so.

Seeing Zhao Ziyang's slightly arrogant look, Lin Jingyu's eyes suddenly became cold. It seemed that his eyes could penetrate people's heart and made Zhao Ziyang shiver.

Feeling the cold eyes, Zhao Ziyang's expression was also a little unnatural, and his heart was a little empty.

Half a month ago, he wanted to teach Lin Jingyu a lesson, but unexpectedly he accidentally pushed the latter down the cliff. Usually, he can say hello to the law enforcement elder who is good at taking advantage of other people's resources, and this can be resolved.

However, he did not dare to deal with the matter of human life. There was a rule in the sect: if the disciples of the sect kill each other, they should fight for their lives! If this is revealed, even if he has a guarantee from his grandfather that he can save his life, he will be severely punished by the clan. He will probably be expelled from the clan even if he has hundreds of sticks.

What he said just now is to test whether Lin Jingyu has shaken off this matter. However, from the dialogue just now, we can see that there is no such thing.

Therefore, Zhao Ziyang also gave a forced sigh of relief and said in secret: it seems that I think too much. It's just a waste. I don't think he has the courage to fight against Laozi.

"Get out of the way!" Lin Jingyu's face was flat, but his attitude was suddenly tough.

"I will not? What can you do with me? Lin Jingyu Knowing that the other party didn't shake off the fact that he pushed him off the cliff, Zhao Ziyang immediately put his heart down. It's back to its original arrogance.

As long as there is no homicide, it is not a violation of the clan rules, even if it is to beat the other party into an idiot, there is nothing wrong with it.

Zhao Ziyang, with an arrogant face and a high sneer on his lips, looked coldly at Lin Jingyu: "do you really think you were the first genius of that clan three years ago?"

"I tell you, Lin Jingyu, you have nothing right now. You're a fucking waste. You dare to force me in front of me."

"Ha ha..." Zhao Ziyang's voice was very loud, and soon attracted a lot of sect disciples to watch.

"Am I right? Is that Lin Jingyu? I heard that he fell off the cliff and died half a month ago

"Damn it

"Yes, yes, that's him. He didn't die! There was only half a breath left. What a strange thing! "

"Well, what about being alive? No, it's still a waste? If you can't practice, it's a waste of the clan's food! "

"Well, that's right. It seems that he still dares to challenge Zhao Ziyang. He really doesn't want to live. But I heard that Zhao Ziyang just broke through the spirit of wuchongtian a few days ago..."

"Five levels of spirit, that's amazing. Among our candidate disciples, besides Luo Yuanyuan and Zhou Tong, who is Zhao Ziyang's opponent?"

"If Lin Jingyu was only 12 years old three years ago, he would have reached the seventh level of cultivation! I can only use the word "evil" to describe it, but now, eh... "

"Hum, now Lin Jingyu dares to pluck the hair from the tiger's buttocks, but he really doesn't know the heaven and the earth. He doesn't know how he will die later!"

"I think so. Let's wait for a good play."

With more and more activity here, more than half of the 200 candidate disciples of wuxuanzong gave up their training and ran around to watch the excitement.

Many of them have been bullied by Zhao Ziyang, but they all choose to look on coldly. Maybe when they see people who were once regarded as geniuses, they are bullied just like themselves. Maybe their psychology will be balanced.

Self deception, even if their own bad luck, but also hope that others with their own bad luck!

This may also be the coldest and saddest place for people.

Lin Jingyu shakes his head with a sneer when he feels countless indifferent eyes around him.

Strength? The world is so secular and snobbish after all. Otherwise, how can it be called secular world!

No one will think that Lin Jingyu, who has become a waste, can be compared with the new generation of new stars of zongmen?

Maybe today, it's time to prove it!

Lin Jingyu was not a waste. Now, even less!

"Lin Jingyu, if you climb over my crotch today, I can consider letting you go."

Zhao Ziyang grinned, raised a playful smile, immediately raised his right leg and made a gesture of shame.

As soon as the words came out, people around them all looked at Lin Jingyu, and their eyes were full of pity.

In their opinion, this time, Lin Jingyu could not escape.

Make it clear that Zhao Ziyang is to humiliate him in public.

"I don't want it."

Three simple words came out of that slightly beautiful face.

Lin Jingyu's face is always plain, just like a clear pool.

"Toast, no penalty! I think you're looking for death, brother Zhao. I'll help you teach him a lesson! "

The fat boy behind Zhao Ziyang suddenly made a big move, and he punched Lin Jingyu's face.

The wind of hunting boxing smashed into the air and suddenly sent out circle after circle of energetic ripples.

At the same time, I saw that behind the fat boy, there were four extremely strange magnificent virtual shadows flying out, which were the four spirits!

The body surface of the warrior condenses four spirits, which means that the fat boy has the cultivation of spirit and four heaven!

The onlookers can't help laughing. It must be that among the candidate disciples, the four cultivation of spirit and environment is not rare, but it can also be called the upper middle level.

The power of one fist of the four warriors in the spirit realm is equivalent to the power of eight hundred jin boulders! Lin Jingyu, can this trash resist? More than 100 young girls on the scene seemed to be able to foresee the scene of the former being blasted into dregs. Yeah! Facing the opponent's unreserved fist, Lin Jingyu collapses in front of him and does not change his face. He gently releases five fingers and moves forward slightly. Between the electric light and flint, there is a dark essence light on the index finger. The light is very strange. Suddenly, it comes out from its fingertip. Then there was only one sound. Peng! A figure flies backward like a broken kite, spills countless blood in the air, and finally falls directly into the pond. It's hundreds of meters away! This change only happened between lightning and flint, after people had a clear view of the situation. The bodies of more than 100 young girls stand there like rigid wood carvings. Motionless, as if petrified by the collective! Hiss! Hiss! Hiss There is a sound of cool air in the air, and many young girls are looking at the scene. This is not true! Throat, hard to swallow a mouthful of saliva, the mind can not calm down for a long time