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The scene was completely silent. No one said anything as they all nervously watched this place.

When the crowd heard Lin Zifeng's words, they could not help but be stunned into silence.

Lin Zifeng was too strong, far stronger than Li Yi by a whole realm. That was an insurmountable divide, and even if Wen Yuqing used all his strength, he might not be able to defeat him.

The people could not understand why Li Yi challenged Lin Zifeng three days ago. If it was just to fight for Wen Yuqing's honor, he seemed to be in too much of a hurry.

Right now, the two of them had not started their battle yet, so what was Wen Yuqing doing here? Did she have to bear such a sin on Li Yi's behalf?

Climb under Lin Zifeng's crotch? Or spend the night with him?

No matter what choice Wen Yuqing made, this would be a great humiliation to her, and if she agreed, she would never be able to raise her head again.

"Hehe, that trash is truly useless. He can't even protect his little lover."

"What's so good about you following him?" "It would be better to follow our Senior-apprentice Brother Lin."

A few people sneered, they looked at Wen Yuqing in ridicule, and their words were ear-piercing.

Wen Yuqing remained silent, as though she was already used to these cold words, her gaze was always on Lin Zi Feng, and she spoke coldly: "Do you not dare?"

A cool breeze blew past, lifting up her long hair and clothes. From afar, her light blue back seemed much more desolate. It was as thin as a flower bud in a cold wind, as if it would be broken in the next moment.

Stubborn!

This was Wen Yuqing's greatest temper. The moment she decided to protect the one she loved, she had never thought of turning back.

She might die, but she no longer cared.

Amongst the crowd, a few young girls quickly turned around.

After a short while, Ji Linger rushed out from the vein gate courtyard.

On the plaza, the atmosphere could not help but become stifling, causing people to stop breathing, even Lin Zi Feng did not say a word, he coldly looked at Wen Yuqing.

Crack!

Lin Zifeng clenched his fists, the sound of his bones resonating. He jumped up, and like a ferocious Vicious Beast, charged forward.

The wind whizzed from the punch, bringing out all the spirit energy in the surroundings. A powerful force rippled out in the air, and it was like an ancient sacred mountain was crashing down.

Martial Arts Creation.

This was the attitude and fearlessness of a Martial Cultivator.

He was too powerful.

When the fist landed on the ground, it caused those nearby to feel a sense of suffocation.

Wen Yuqing opened his eyes and used both hands to form finger seals. One after another, spirit energy unceasingly poured out from the meridians in his body. Finally, a gigantic blurry sword appeared above her.

At the moment when the opponent's fist was about to land, that enormous sword slashed down.

When the two clashed, the aftershocks resulted in Lin Zifeng's powerful fist force firmly suppressing Wen Yuqing's technique.

Pfft!

Her spell was instantly disintegrated as she spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. Her body was sent flying back again and again, and her face turned pale.

"Give up!" Lin Zifeng sneered, "You were not my opponent in the past, and you are not now. In the future, you will never be. You will never be able to beat me."

As he spoke, he took a step forward and slapped out his five fingers that were like mountains. A powerful aura swept out in this area.

Wen Yuqing took a deep breath, stabilising her mind, she wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her eyes filled with a berserk look, looking at the incoming figure, she did not hesitate to use the Heavenly Rain technique.

As the finger imprints appeared, they seemed to be obscured by dark clouds.

Her pale face was ice-cold and resolute, and her clear eyes were filled with madness instead.

Crash! *

Rain began to fall at rapid speed, as cold as knives, as if they wanted to cut this world in half.

Divine abilities?

Divine abilities?

The crowd was stunned, and waves of shock began to rise in their hearts.

Even Lin Zifeng had a serious look on his face. As the rain fell down, it enveloped his entire body. At first, it was nothing, but as the rain got denser, it started to fall.

His clothes, his body, everything was drenched.

At this moment, he could feel that his meridians had been completely pressed down, and his body began to stiffen. His skin felt as if it had been cut by a knife, lacerating countless wounds as dark red blood flowed out.

He suddenly raised his head, revealing a shocked expression as he looked at the petite figure in disbelief.

"Heavenly Rain Technique!" The expression of the square-faced middle-aged teacher changed slightly.

It was a technique that was close to the level of a sacred art, normally speaking, in the sect realm, no one could use it, but Wen Yuqing was able to.

"She's burning her life." The female teacher's eyes narrowed, "She wants to kill Lin Zifeng?"

This was a crazy idea.

A sixteen-year-old girl who was at the first meridian level yet was burning her own life force to kill a cultivator that was one small realm higher than her.

She could not understand what kind of hatred was this? What kind of determination did she have?

Is she crazy? She's only sixteen!

Under the rain, Lin Zi Feng's face became pale, his eyes revealed fear, he stared straight at Wen Yuqing, his heart suffocating, this crazy woman actually wanted to kill him.

No no no, how can that be?

Lin Zifeng silently howled, he circulated the power of his meridians to the utmost limit, yet the rain still suppressed everything, he had no way to resist.

Just then, the square-faced middle-aged teacher walked over. Snorting coldly, he slashed out a sword beam, instantly disintegrating Wen Yuqing's technique.

Pfft!

With his skills interrupted, Wen Yuqing suffered a terrifying backlash. He vomited a mouthful of blood and his entire body spasmed.

Without the suppression of the rain, Lin Zifeng started to operate the two meridians in his body. His face was twisted with a murderous intent as he rushed over.

Wen Yuqing was silent, and let out a faint sigh in her heart. She had failed in the end, and when she closed her eyes, it was as if she saw her own death.

However, even though she was prepared to face death, she couldn't wait for the end.

She subconsciously opened her eyes and saw a drunk figure standing in front of her.

A cool breeze blew past, stirring up the dust on the ground and making his ragged figure seem especially elegant.

It was him again.

Lin Zifeng's heart trembled, as a dense amount of sweat flowed down from his forehead. He sucked in a breath of cold air, his first reaction being to withdraw from this place, or at least to maintain a certain distance from this person.

"Did anyone tell you that you have to pay for breaking the rules?" Qin Meng turned his face to the side, and looked at the four-faced teacher indifferently. In the next moment, his figure flashed, and an astonishing sword light appeared from his body, under everyone's gaze, the sword light accurately slashed onto the right arm of the teacher.

Pfft!

Blood splattered as the arm was sent flying.

The teacher's face changed drastically, his heart was suffocating, he was terrified, he looked at Qin Meng in disbelief, at the right arm that was cut off, and immediately after, pain attacked him.

The speed was too fast. Not only was he unable to react, even the others were unable to recover from the shock.

In the distance, the female teacher's face had also changed drastically. Her pupils contracted as she revealed a deep fear and terror.