"Liu Liang......! Look for death!" The disciples watched Liu Liang die at Lin Yichen's hands under their noses, and rushed directly towards Lin Yichen angrily.

"A bunch of stupid hats!" Lin Yichen spat out again, but when he met such a group of mentally retarded guys, anyone couldn't help but scold.

"Bang!"

The next moment, a muffled sound was heard.

I saw a person, who was staggered back by Lin Yichen's fist, and took seven or eight steps backwards in a row, but finally failed to stabilize his body and collapsed to the ground.

Lin Yichen decisively turned around and rushed towards the other person, his fist was strong, the power of pure yang in his body flowed, the heat wave rolled, and he was knocked away with one punch.

Reflexively, another punch knocked another person to the ground.

Two punches, clean and clean.

The two of them fell to the ground.

The two True Yuan Realm layers were all knocked down by Lin Yichen's punch, and the disciple who didn't make a move realized that when Lin Yichen punched, a strong vitality surrounded his arms.

"What realm are you?" the man was a little frightened, and when he calmed down, he looked at Liu Liang lying on the ground and suddenly woke up.

"Tsk, it's too late now!"

"Bang! bang!"

In the second he lost his mind, three heavy punches had already landed on his face. Soreness followed, and the vertigo then took away all the sensations, and the body leaned back and fell "plop" among the artemisia grass.

Lin Yichen looked at it indifferently, and then shook his head, except for this Liu Liang himself who really wanted to kill, the rest of himself didn't hate it so much, but it was a pity that he believed Liu Liang's words as a pig teammate.

On the edge of the primeval mountain forest, the other four academy disciples were searching for Lin Yichen's whereabouts, and they didn't know what happened to Liu Liang and the others.

"Look, there's a spirit grass here!" one of them suddenly shouted in surprise with his eyes lit up.

The other three people followed this person's line of sight and saw a blue-leaved spirit grass growing between a hidden stone crevice, and they were immediately overjoyed.

"Senior Brother Wu Ming, your idea is fantastic! Divide into two teams, one side to attack and kill Lin Yichen's waste, and the other to dig the spirit grass, without delay, you can get twice the result with half the effort!" said one of them.

The other two chimed in:

"Yes, yes! Senior Brother Wu Ming is not only highly cultivated, but also has a smart head!

"Senior Brother Wu Ming's family hand-me-down technique is even more superb, invincible at the same level!"

Wu Ming was praised and enjoyed, and said proudly: "I don't have any real skills, how can I be your senior brother!"

The three disciples of the first layer of the True Yuan Realm hurriedly nodded: "Yes, yes, yes! Senior brother wait here, and the three of us will dig it up." The three of them moved away from the stones, knelt on the ground, and carefully excavated the spirit grass of the red leaves, for fear of damaging even one capillary root.

Suddenly, there was a "plop" sound, as if something had fallen to the ground.

The three of them looked up and were taken aback.

I saw that Wu Ming, who did not hesitate to waste his saliva to pat on the horse's ass, was lying on the ground like a dead dog at this time, overpowering a large piece of artemisia grass.

A thin young man, the golden knife rode on his back, and hit him with two punches in the back of the head, directly knocking him unconscious.

"Are you...... Lin Yichen!"

Looking at the young man on Wu Ming's back, the three of them were stunned.

Although they had already recognized that this was Lin Yichen, they thought that they were dazzled, how could he not believe that a waste actually attacked and gave Senior Brother Wu Ming of the third layer of the True Yuan Realm to Yin.

Glancing at each other, the three of them finally got a positive answer from each other's surprised expressions - it was indeed Lin Yichen who put down Senior Brother Wu Ming.

"You are a waste, you dare to sneak attack!"

The three of them immediately rushed over with a roar of rage, ready to break this daring waste into pieces.

"Hmm, you guys calm down......" Lin Yichen stroked his forehead and was speechless for a while.

"Waste, you look for ......"

Before the word "death" could be spoken, the three of them had already been punched one after another and lay on the ground.

"What happened? We were knocked down by the waste......"

The three of them were surprised, with their cultivation strength, even the martial artists of the third layer of the True Yuan Realm could not be put down so easily!

However, before they could quickly understand the current situation, they were knocked unconscious by the follow-up punches.

"Convinced, Ben Shao is really convinced, how did a group of you who are not on the line of IQ pass the selection of Tianfeng Academy?" Lin Yichen looked at the group of "dead dogs" lying on the ground, and his face was speechless.

"However, the harvest is good...... Lin Yichen put these spirit grasses into his arms, and then walked to Wu Ming and found a martial art - Empty Palm.

Unexpectedly got a martial art, Lin Yichen was overjoyed. When he obtained the inheritance of the God of War Temple, Lin Yichen complained in his heart that he only had the martial art of the General's Fist from beginning to end, even if his cultivation was high, it was really a problem that there were too few martial arts.

Found a cave, Lin Yichen walked in, sat cross-legged, took out "Empty Palm", and studied it.

The book is thin, with seven pages.

In addition to the front and back cover pages, there are still five pages left, on which only scattered descriptions of the practice and techniques of the five sets of palm techniques, and there is no set of coherent movements.

Obviously, this "Empty Palm" is not complete.

However, even if it is a broken part, it is also a yellow-level high-grade martial art, in the entire Shenyuan Continent, the division of martial arts is relatively simple, distinguishing the four levels of Fan, Earth, Xuan, and Emperor, and the level also happens to be about the same as the level of Lingcao, which is divided into upper, middle, and lower grades.

Now Lin Yichen's martial art is only an offensive martial art, the General's Fist, and the level is only yellow-level mid-grade, but this incomplete martial art is a yellow-level high-grade, which is enough to see how powerful the complete version of this martial art is.

After reading these five palm techniques, Lin Yichen got up leisurely and began to practice emptying his palm.

At this time, Wu Ming and the others, who were knocked out by Lin Yichen, woke up one after another and got back together, their faces pale and weak.

"It's over, it's all Liu Liang, he has a problem with his brain, why did he pull us into the water, it's okay now, die in the hands of Lin Yichen!"

"Senior Brother Wu Ming, what should we do, we provoked him, no matter his strength or identity, it is enough to pinch us to death!" One of the disciples turned pale, as if he had seen his end.

"Don't panic! We can't panic at this time, he didn't take our lives, which means we still have a chance to live!"

"Right...... Senior Brother Wu Ming is right! Senior Brother Wu Ming, what should we do now?"

"Naturally, I'm going back to the academy! Pretend it's okay and get through!"

"Good!"

The seven people had a blue nose and swollen face, and while wiping a cold sweat, they rushed to Tianfeng Academy.

............

Three days later, more than forty miles away, in the depths of Demon Dragon Mountain.

A young man was fighting fiercely with a demon stone wolf.

The young man's shirt and pants were broken in many places, and the tear on his right arm and blood-red claw marks were clearly visible.