A day later, Zhang Jue and the others arrived at the foot of Lingyun Mountain, where the Diji School Palace was located.

Lingyun Mountain, as high as a thousand zhang, the mountain is continuous for 300 miles, the vegetation on the mountain is dense, the ancient trees are towering to the sky, and there are countless animals.

"Stop! Who trespassed on my Jixue Palace?"

Four white-clothed guards jumped out with swords in their hands, staring at Steward Ping's party tightly.

Steward Ping stood up and said with a smile: "We are here to send the young master back to the school palace to study, and the young master is also a disciple of the school palace." ”

"The date of school has long passed, why are you here?" said a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy with narrow eyebrows, his eyes were gloomy, and he didn't look like a good person.

"There was an accident on the road, and it was delayed for some time. ”

The young man with long narrow eyebrows said: "Okay, I don't look like a villain, call your young master out and verify your identity, if you are really a disciple of our school palace, I will let you go up." ”

Hearing this, Steward Ping trotted in front of Zhang Jue, bowed down and said, "Young Master, look?"

Butler Ping is a good person, and he has talked enough about his dignity and humility in front of outsiders, and has given Zhang Jue enough face.

"Well, I'll take a look. ”

Isn't there anything like a waist badge to prove my identity in this school palace? Do you want to verify my identity, when I am a prisoner who is going to be beheaded?

Muttering in his heart, Zhang Jue stepped forward.

The young man with narrow eyebrows saw Zhang Jue, sighed twice, and said, "Oh, who should I be? Isn't this the famous waste scum of our school palace?"

Another teenager smiled and said, "Don't underestimate others, they still donate their lives, and what they have at home is money." ”

"Whew!" a thin young man snorted in disdain and said in disgust, "If it weren't for a few stinky money in the family, how would such a waste scumbag be qualified to enter our famous Diji School Palace? ”

"I can't say that, after all, people also have achievements. ”

"What achievement, the first from the bottom every year?"

"Hahahaha!" the four laughed uncontrollably.

"Do you remember, this obscene scum is very bold, last time he actually tore off the skirt of the great beauty Zhao Xueyan in public......"

"Why don't you remember, I was beaten into a pig's head by the annoyed and angry Zhao Damei afterwards, and this waste scum was incontinent on the spot......"

At this time, the four teenagers were already laughing breathlessly.

Steward Ping sighed secretly and turned his head, obviously he knew the virtue of his young master, and the green clothes clenched his little fists angrily, as if she was being humiliated.

The young man with long narrow eyebrows saw that Zhang Jue's face was getting heavier and heavier, and he was dissatisfied, so he suddenly stepped forward, patted Zhang Jue's face, and said arrogantly: "Boy, dare to shake your face with my senior brother, right? Have you forgotten about cleaning the toilet for your grandfather? Believe it or not, I'll let you lick the toilet next time......

"Senior Brother Huang, isn't it too much to let him lick the toilet, don't spoil such a good thing, haha. ”

"yes, just let him eat it in public, what do you think?"

Hahahaha!

"Your hands are useless!" Zhang Jue said coldly.

"What?" Senior Brother Huang said contemptuously: "You are fucking looking for death, and you dare to talk nonsense here when you are dying...... Oops!"

Suddenly, Senior Brother Huang felt that his wrist was about to break, and he used several forces to break free, but Zhang Jue's hand was like an iron tong, and he couldn't break free at all.

It turned out that Zhang Jue grabbed his hand.

Senior Brother Huang saw that his hand was grabbed but couldn't dodge, he didn't know that Zhang Jue's grasp implied thirteen kinds of tricks, and no matter how he dodged, he couldn't dodge.

Slowly, Senior Brother Huang's wrist bent into an astonishing arc.

Senior Brother Huang's face also turned into a pig's liver color!

"Are you tired of living, hurry up and let Lao Tzu go!" Senior Brother Huang flew up and kicked at Zhang Jue's crotch.

"Ahh

With a tooth-aching fracture sound, Senior Brother Huang kicked Zhang Jue, but Zhang Jue kicked him on the calf bone, and the calf bone broke in response!

Senior Brother Huang couldn't stand in pain, fell to the ground and screamed miserably.

The other three teenagers were shocked and angry, and stepped forward with swords to surround Zhang Jue.

"Zhang Jue, you are so bold, you dare to hurt Senior Brother Huang!"

"Don't talk nonsense with him, just abolish him. ”

"Yes, it's just a donation, and if he is abolished, the master will definitely not blame us. ”

The three of them greeted each other, and the sword was on!

The swordsmanship of the three of them is the "Flying Waterfall Rain" sword of the school palace, so that it is like a heavy rain all over the sky, and bursts of sword shadows are flying, so that you can't tell which one is virtual and which is the entity! As long as there is a sword judgment error, there is only one end, that is, the corpse is on the spot!

"Carving insect skills, dare to be ugly!?" Zhang Jue smiled coldly, and the palm of the sky suddenly flew out, it was a move "Thousand Hands Buddha Seal"!

The Buddha has a thousand hands, it can be said that each palm is true, but it can also be said that each palm is also fake, true and false, all in one mind, the mystery of this trick is Zhang Jue's previous life to the later stage of the foundation to realize, the mystery is incomparable.

The three of them only felt that their eyes were blinded, all the scenery around them was gone, Zhang Jue was gone, the ground under their feet was gone, and finally even the sword in their hands was gone!

Only one palm seemed to be slow and urgent, slowly coming.

Bang!

Seeing the palm of his hand printed on his chest, seeing his chest sunken in, listening to the sound of ribs breaking, but he couldn't move, that extreme fear made people crazy!

Suddenly!

Finally their eyes returned to normal, they saw Zhang Jue, saw the sword in their hands, saw Lingyun Mountain, and then fell straight down!

"Ahh

Only then did they let out screams of fear and pain!

"This time, I will show mercy to you, only break your two ribs, thank me well. Zhang Jue walked away indifferently with his hands behind his back.

The crowd was silent.

The green clothes clapped their palms and ran up, and said happily: "The young master is so powerful!"

Steward Ping was surprised, and muttered: "What kind of spell is this, is the old man dazzled? No, the spell is not so powerful, even if it is a high-level spell, is it ...... Dao Technique?" Steward Ping's eyes widened, and his face was incredulous.

Dao art, which requires extremely high comprehension, is by no means something that ordinary people can master, and countless monks may not be able to master a Dao art in their lifetime.

Dao, Kedao, very Dao!

That is to say, Taoism can't be said at all, can't be taught, you can only comprehend it yourself, and if you comprehend it, you will comprehend it, and if you don't comprehend it, then no matter how much you tell him, he will be useless.

This is Taoism!

The power of each Dao technique is earth-shattering, and it is not comparable to ordinary techniques at all!

Steward Ping has not been able to master a Dao technique so far, even if he has only seen someone use Dao art three times in his life, each time he has left a deep impression on him, and it still seems to be deeply engraved in his mind. The feeling that Zhang Jue cast the spell just now was such a shocking feeling, and after a long time, there was still an image of Zhang Jue when he performed it in his mind.

"Young Master...... At such a young age, how could he comprehend such a profound Dao technique?"

A hint of doubt came to my mind.

Zhang Jue clapped his hands, ignoring everyone's reactions, waved his hand, and said, "Go, go up the mountain!"