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The two of them looked at each other in silence. The atmosphere was a little awkward, and in the end, it was Ling Yun who broke the silence and said gently: "Yue'er, you can go back now! I'll take you to here. If you have something to say, come find me at the Battle King's Mansion. "

"En!" Qin Yinyue nodded her head lightly. She lowered her head and gently helped Ling Yun straighten his clothes. She lifted her head to look at Ling Yun, wanting to say something, but she hesitated. She sighed softly in her heart, then turned around and walked towards the Duke of Qin's residence.

"Yue'er." Ling Yun could not help but call out. However, after he called out, he couldn't help but feel regret. He didn't know how to explain this matter to Qin Yinyue.

What was Qin Yinyue thinking? Although his EQ was a bit low, she could roughly guess a little.

"Big Brother Ling Yun, what's wrong?" Qin Yinyue turned her head, and looked at Ling Yun who had a face full of bewilderment. A trace of anticipation arose in her heart, expecting what Ling Yun was going to say next.

Lingyun opened his mouth, and in the end, shook his head and said: "The day after tomorrow, in the evening, come find me at the Violet Bamboo Manor outside the city. I have something to tell you."

This matter had to be resolved, and could not be delayed forever. Lingyun thought to himself. He did not want to hurt this girl's heart, he should give her an explanation so that he would not feel guilty.

"En!" Qin Yinyue nodded with a faint smile on her delicate face. Although she did not get the answer, this result was already not bad. She was willing to give Ling Yun three days time, and said gently: "See you in three days."

Ling Yun sighed in his heart, and clenched his fist lightly as he muttered: "Yue'er, I won't let you down, and I won't let you get hurt.

Chi Yue, forgive me. I will explain this to you in the future. Neither of you want to be abandoned, neither of you want to be harmed. "

He looked at the sky and saw that it was already completely dark. The moon parted the clouds and revealed her body, scattering down rays of cold moonlight that illuminated the night, adding a new color to the silence of the night.

Glancing once more at the Duke of Qin's residence, Lingyun turned and headed back to the Battle King's manor. It was time for him to return, or else Ling Zhan would have to worry and search the entire city for more people.

Ling Yun gradually disappeared from the streets, disappearing into the dark night sky.

The gates to the Duke of Qin's residence slowly closed, but just as it did, a white figure rushed out from within. He looked in the direction that Lingyun had gone, snorted, and turned into a blurry white figure to chase after him.

Suddenly, his ears twitched and he stopped walking. Then, the corners of his mouth curled up, as if he didn't sense anything. He continued to walk forward, but he started to walk into the dark alleyway.

Seeing Ling Yun continue to walk forward, especially towards the alleyway, he couldn't help but scold in a low voice: "Ling Yun, you brat, you haven't learned your lesson yet, and still dare to walk towards a remote place.

If something were to happen to you, what would happen to Xiao Yue? You dare to make Xiao Yue unhappy? As her big brother, I must take revenge for her. "

After he finished speaking, he ran up the roof without making a single sound, and leisurely followed behind Ling Yun. From his voice, it was obvious that he wasn't very old.

Ling Yun held onto the hilt of the Heaven-Devouring Divine Light Sword and slowly walked into a dark alley, as if he did not notice the people behind him.

Kaka

The sound of tiles breaking suddenly rang out. In this dark alley, it was extremely ear-piercing, and a white shadow dove down towards Lingyun from the eaves. His fist was glowing with a faint golden light, and with the sound of wind breaking, it flew towards Lingyun's back. The strength behind his fist was enough to instantly injure an early stage warrior, and even the late stage warrior had to treat him seriously.

This white shadow was actually a Martial Master. That faint golden light was the best proof that this person was a metal attributed Martial Master known for his offensive power.

When a Martial Disciple breaks through to Martial Master, not only would they be able to release spiritual energy outside their body, but they would also be able to use the body of a Martial Disciple or the cultivation technique they practiced. They would also be able to use different types of spiritual energy.

It was more accurate to say that drawing spiritual energy out of one's aurasea and attaching it to one's body or weapon. A Martial Master's spiritual energy was not strong enough for them to leave their body. Only a Martial King would be able to release real spiritual energy.

Other than the five elements, there were also rare spiritual energy warriors of the Wind, Thunder, and Darkness elements, but they were very rare. In his previous life, Lingyun was a martial artist of the five elements, Earth, Thunder, and Light elements.

Most martial artists only had one type of spiritual energy, and a few had multiple types. However, these were all geniuses. Even if there were a thousand martial arts masters, there still might not be one with multiple types.

The sound of the wind behind him reached Ling Yun's ears. Ling Yun smiled, and as if he had expected this, he turned around, and sent a palm strike towards the incoming fist.

The fist and palm collided, and a gust of wind spread out in all directions from the point of contact, bringing up a cloud of dust. Lingyun's arm moved back, and then he gently pushed forward, borrowing the force of the white shadow, his body floated more than ten meters back, his face was pale white, his expression was cool and unrestrained, causing the white shadow to be stunned.

This time, Lingyun saw clearly who it was. It was a masked man in a white robe. The white shadow was looking at him in surprise.

Seeing the man's shocked expression, Lingyun laughed, and with his right foot on the ground, he swung his left foot towards the man's waist.

Lingyun cursed under his breath. A low realm meant trouble, and he could not even use martial skills. He wanted to, but his movements were not affected. His thigh muscles tensed up and he focused all of his strength on his thigh, continuing to hit the masked man.

Seeing that Lingyun did not pull back his foot, the masked man was shocked. Was Lingyun not afraid that he would break his leg with one palm? Or did Ling Yun already recognize him?

But no matter what, he did not have the guts to break Ling Yun's leg. Otherwise, if his sister did not hate him to death, from today onwards, she would no longer care about him.

He cursed himself for being careless. He forgot to change into night clothes when he went out. His clothes were quite strange. A white robe with a black mask.

Out of fear of breaking Lingyun's thigh, the masked man quickly retracted his hand and placed it in front of his chest, feeling extremely aggrieved. He was here to teach Lingyun a lesson.

He did not dare to make a move, fearing that he would hurt Lingyun. He truly regretted following Lingyun here on impulse. If he had known this would happen, he might as well stay in the mansion and cultivate in peace so that he could break through to the Martial King realm as soon as possible.

When he saw that his most beloved younger sister did not have the slightest trace of his usual smile, and knew that his younger sister had gone to look for Ling Yun, his heart was filled with anger.

He did not even think and hid from his sister and followed Lingyun. He wanted to teach Lingyun a lesson for his sister, this bastard who dared to bully his sister and let his sister suffer grievances.

Lingyun's foot mercilessly kicked the masked man's hand. The masked man only felt a strong force coming from Lingyun's feet, and then his body staggered back ten steps, before stopping. His face could not help but turn pale and the blood in his chest rolled.

Seeing the masked man retreat, Lingyun lightly shook his numb left leg, and did not pursue him.

Just now, he had only grasped the masked man's mentality and had taken advantage of it. If they were to fight, he could only run for his life.

After all, the two of them were separated by an entire realm and his injuries had yet to heal. Even though he was the reincarnation of a Martial Saint, it did not change the chasm between their realms.

He was a genius, and so was his opponent. Compared to him, the only difference was his comprehension of martial arts and rich combat experience. However, all of this could be made up for by his opponent in the future.

Crossing his arms in front of his chest, Ling Yun looked at the masked man in ridicule.

"Cough, cough!" The masked man clutched his chest and coughed.

"Qin Wu, take off your mask! I knew it was you. " Ling Yun looked at the misty figure, pursed his lips, and said.

He then walked around Qin Wu, looked at him up and down, patted Qin Wu's shoulders and said with surprise: "Your outfit is not bad. A white robe with a black mask, a perfect disguise for an assassin."

After saying so, he couldn't help but burst out laughing, but everyone could hear the ridicule in his voice.

However, he doted on Qin Yinyue and would not let her suffer any grievances. The main reason why Ling Ye and the others were afraid of Qin Yinyue was because they were afraid of Qin Wu.

Although Qin Wu was only sixteen years old, his strength had already reached the middle stage of the Martial Master realm. He was one of the most outstanding young elites of the Ling Xiao Empire, and there were only a few heaven's pride level experts who could compare to him.

The Ling Xiao Heaven's Pride Board was established by the Ling Xiao Royal Family. It had a total of 50 slots, and the person's age must not exceed 18 years.

Being ranked on the Heaven's Pride Board was a great honor to the younger generation of the Empire of Soaring Cloud. They were proud to be a member of the Heaven's Pride Board.

Furthermore, only by being ranked on the Heaven's Pride Board would one be able to receive great amounts of nurturing from the Soaring Cloud Empire.

The rankings on the Heaven's Pride Board changed every three years. Every three years, the various cities in the Empire of Soaring Cloud would hold a competition among the younger generation, selecting ten of the most outstanding youths to participate in the finals.

After the Large Competition, the rankings of the Heaven's Pride Board would change as well. This was because those youths who hadn't made it to the Heaven's Pride Board would be able to challenge the Heaven's Pride Board.

The competition could be said to be extremely intense. The heaven's pride level experts didn't dare to be negligent in the slightest, fearing that their positions would be taken by others three days later.