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Ling Yan had actually comprehended the wind from his fist! This was too surprising! Rong Yi took a deep breath.

Next, the next second.

BOOM!

A white beam of light rapidly climbed upwards at the speed of a rocket. In a split-second, it broke through the top of the pillar and entered into the white crystal stone. Suddenly, the white crystal slightly trembled, and at the same time, a dazzling white light brightened the eyes of some martial artists with weaker cultivations.

After finishing his punch, Ling Yan's expression did not change, but his heart remained calm. He gave another salute to the stunned Crimson Nimbus Martial School Deacon, and then walked away.

"One success, pass …" "Pass!"

In the third row, the Crimson Nimbus Martial School's deacon slightly stuttered as he announced that he was the closest to Ling Yan's dark blue monument. Naturally, he could clearly see Ling Yan's fist wind, and at the same time, he could feel Ling Yan's strength.

A martial artist at the Large Success of the Fetal Stage had comprehended a fist wind! What kind of monstrous comprehension ability was needed?

After graduating from Crimson Nimbus Martial School, he had stayed in the academy to work. It was also not long ago that he had comprehended Hammer Wind. Suddenly, when he thought about it, he felt a little embarrassed.

Among the surrounding young martial artists, there were no lack of knowledgeable martial artists. When they saw this scene, their eyeballs nearly fell out of their sockets. They were momentarily tongue-tied, unable to speak.

The other martial artists were only amazed at Ling Yan's formidable destructive capabilities. But, after they had been explained the mysteries of the fist wind, they were all dumbstruck, and the sounds of cold air being sucked could be heard.

Pan Xing had naturally witnessed the entire process of Ling Yan striking the deep blue stone tablet. His expression instantly darkened, and his face was so black that it seemed as if it could drip water. He gritted his teeth and let out a gurgling sound.

"This kid, how could he comprehend the power of a fist so quickly? He has received the inheritance of an eighth level Mortal Core warrior. Right now, he is only at the initial stage …"

"Alright, this boy, I'll take the sword section!"

The white moustached old man from the Sword Arts Department suddenly clapped his hands and drank a cup of tea from the round table in one gulp as he spoke in a clear voice.

With such terrifying comprehension ability, the entry time for those high level cultivation methods and martial skills would be greatly reduced. Although the cultivation speed could be increased through other means, the comprehension ability would depend on one's own body. If this was the case, then not long later, Ling Yan would also grow to be an existence that caused fear among those at the same level.

There was no longer any hope for him to refine his body, but for Qi Refining, with the help of his high level cultivation technique, his cultivation would soon surpass his current level.

Go go go go, old sword man. Didn't you and the others agree to not fight over it with me? Besides, that kid is a body refiner.

The old man's face instantly darkened as he panted heavily.

"This is what the blade old man said on our behalf. I don't have that intention." The sword department elder with a white beard stroked his beard as he smiled.

"What?!" Did I say that? How come I don't have any impression of him? " The Saber Arts Tyrant Elder widened his eyes as he looked at the crowd with an expression of disbelief.

Cao Nima!

The corners of Rong Yi's mouth twitched. These old fogeys were playing dumb with him this time. Forget it. Luckily, he still had a trump card. Seeing Ling Yan's courteous appearance, he believed that his success rate would be very high.

"Hmph, then let's give it a try. I have never been afraid of anyone before!"

The red-haired old man let out a cold snort. He immediately sat down and didn't say anything else.