But Lin Yun didn't dodge, but just stood there, tilted his head slightly, and let the punch hit his cheek firmly.

Zhao Zhixiao didn't seem to expect that it would be so easy to hit Lin Yun, and after a punch, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and didn't continue to attack.

Lin Yun rubbed his cheeks and said calmly, "Even if you want to fight, you don't have to hit other people's faces, right?" ”

In fact, the layer of aura shrouded around Lin Yun's body had completely resisted the power of Zhao Zhixiao's punch, although the opponent's cultivation was not weak, but after all, without using martial arts, it was difficult for ordinary fists to penetrate this layer of natural defense.

And the reason why Lin Yun took the initiative to bear this punch was to understand Zhao Zhixiao's physical condition at a deeper level from his breath, which can also be described as well-intentioned.

After experiencing this beating, Lin Yun also roughly realized that the root of Zhao Zhixiao's problem is!

Zhao Zhixiao's fist was cold, which was obviously caused by the cold skill of the "Dark Heart Sutra".

In other words, the qi and blood in Zhao Zhixiao's body first lost its balance, and the ancestral essence blood that had not yet been fully fused could hardly support the rapid improvement of the "Dark Heart Sutra".

If you want to resolve this crisis and not affect Zhao Zhixiao's cultivation in the future, the best way is to add a third force between these two forces to achieve a three-legged situation.

This method is easy to say, but it is difficult to practice.

How to inject the third force into Zhao Zhixiao's body, whether this force can just reach a balance, and how to persuade Zhao Zhixiao to obey and cooperate, these are all problems that Lin Yun has to consider.

However, Lin Yun's rich experience in qi and blood cultivation was enough to help him figure out how to deal with this matter in an instant.

At the moment, the most suitable power to be injected into Zhao Zhixiao's body is Lin Yun's own breath and blood, as long as it is transformed through qi and blood, it can easily enter Zhao Zhixiao's body.

Although Lin Yun didn't know how to exchange transfusion, a few tiny drops of blood would not have much impact.

As long as Lin Yun turned the blood into breath, followed the meridians, and fused it into Zhao Zhixiao's body, he would be able to contain the other two forces well and achieve a balanced effect.

And Lin Yun's strong spiritual power is the best guarantee for the balance of power, once he feels the three forces in Zhao Zhixiao's body and reaches a state of equilibrium, he can stop immediately, and there will be basically no error.

In the end, it is the question of how to make Zhao Zhixiao cooperate willingly, Lin Yun's answer to this question is very simple, that is, let himself be punched again......

Being beaten, for the weak, is a symbol of cowardice, but for the strong, it is a contemptuous play.

Zhao Zhixiao saw that the punch didn't hurt Lin Yun, he couldn't help but be angry, and after being a little stunned, he raised his fist and hit Lin Yun again.

Zhao Zhixiao didn't care where he should hit Lin Yun, a hook punch still hit Lin Yun's face, which made him feel unbelievable that this time he hit Lin Yun again, and he was not even blocked at all.

It's just that Lin Yun was not unscathed this time, after receiving a punch from Zhao Zhixiao in the chin, blood obviously flowed from the corners of his mouth, just a few blood spots that dripped down, and quickly disappeared invisibly.

Seeing that Lin Yun was finally injured this time, Zhao Zhixiao overflowed with a smug smile, but his revenge was not over yet, and when he was about to close his fist and fight again, the smile on his face condensed.

If it was said that the first time Zhao Zhixiao swung his fist, Lin Yun's cheeks were as hard as steel plates, then this time, Lin Yun's cheeks were as soft as cotton, firmly absorbing Zhao Zhixiao's fist, so that he couldn't pull his fist back at all.

Zhao Zhixiao tried several times in a row, but his fist seemed to be glued to Lin Yun's chin, and he never moved.

This time, Zhao Zhixiao was anxious, cold sweat kept breaking out from the corners of his forehead, but his body trembled uncontrollably, not so much that he was surprised now, but that he was powerless to resist.

At the same time, Lin Yun used those few drops of blood to drive his breath, along the meridians on Zhao Zhixiao's arm, and continued to invade his body, with Lin Yun's cultivation of nearly a hundred years, he easily broke through to his dantian qi sea.

Under the control of Lin Yun's few drops of qi and blood, the Yin and Cold Skill of the "Dark Heart Sutra" was obviously suppressed, and the essence blood of the Ancestor gradually became active, and after these three forces were neutralized, a balance point was quickly formed, so that the breath in his body was no longer as violent and difficult to control as before.

Seeing that he was almost interfering, Lin Yun put away the internal strength of his whole body, and looked at Zhao Zhixiao with a smile in the posture of a spectator.

Zhao Zhixiao suddenly regained his freedom, took several steps back, looked at Lin Yun with frightened eyes, and then looked at his arm, confusion and confusion all appeared on his face.

At this time, the door of the classroom office was slammed open, and it turned out that some students who were passing by heard the roaring and fighting sounds coming from the room, and rushed in to take a look for fear that something might happen.

When everyone saw Zhao Zhixiao and Lin Yun in the confrontation, they all showed surprised eyes, and several girls squeezed in from behind the crowd.

"Ah, classmate Lin Yun, you bleed." A girl took out a tissue and went to wipe the blood from the corner of Lin Yun's mouth.

"It's so pitiful, how can it be beaten like this." Another girl also said distressedly.

"It's really ruthless, and he slapped his face, obviously on purpose." The third girl said angrily.

"Teacher Zhao, you dare to beat up a student, and you are also our idol prince, we are going to tell the principal!"

This girl's proposal immediately won the support of all the girls, and everyone hugged Lin Yun out of the office, accompanied him to the infirmary, and went to the principal's office to complain.

Zhao Zhixiao stood in place with a bitter face, completely dumb and eating Coptis chinensis, and he couldn't say anything bitter.

It was indeed Zhao Zhixiao who started beating people, but the side that was beaten was not necessarily the one who suffered the loss, although he didn't know what Lin Yun had done on him, but he clearly felt that Lin Yun was deliberately putting himself aside!

Because of the blatant beating of students in the school, Zhao Zhixiao was ordered to suspend classes for inspection, and he was so arrogant that he immediately quit his job as a teacher and left the school angrily.

At this point, Zhao Zhixiao's hatred for Lin Yun has deepened, in his opinion, all this is caused by Lin Yun, and even Jiang Jun's estrangement from himself is also Lin Yun's obstruction.

Someday, I'm going to give this kid a little color!

Zhao Zhixiao walked on the way home, clenched his fists tightly, and the muscles on his arms were exposed, but he didn't notice that his mood at this time was no longer as irritable as before, and it was difficult to control......

Fortunately, in a few days, the new guy will teach this kid a good lesson for himself!

Thinking of this, Zhao Zhixiao couldn't help but laugh fiercely, I hope he wouldn't kill Lin Yun, otherwise, after his cultivation was improved, wouldn't it become very boring......

In fact, Lin Yun had already guessed that if he helped Zhao Zhixiao, it might make the relationship between the two worse and worse.

Because this kind of problem about the balance of qi and blood is difficult to explain clearly to a beginner in martial arts, even Lin Yun himself, it is only after he has reached the top powerhouse in his cultivation that he can visually see the flow of breath, that he has this deep understanding.

So Lin Yun didn't plan to explain so much to Zhao Zhixiao from the beginning, anyway, if Zhao Zhixiao wanted to hate himself, let him let him come over.

After completing Jiang Jun's entrustment, Lin Yun was in a good mood, and carried out a simple bandaging in the infirmary, and as soon as he walked out of the door, he met Jiang Jun who was coming to him.

Jiang Jun saw that the corner of Lin Yun's mouth was plastered with a band-aid, and the color changed slightly, and he immediately asked with concern: "I heard about your matter, how is your injury?" ”

"It's okay, that guy is a little too impulsive." Lin Yun said regretfully, of course he would not tell Jiang Jun that he was deliberately beaten.

"Alas, I didn't expect things to turn out like this, I knew it would be like this, so I wouldn't ask you to go." Jiang Jun looked guilty, as if Lin Yun's injury was caused by her

"No, you also mean well, and I have already done what you asked me, but that guy doesn't seem to appreciate it." Lin Yun said open-mindedly.

Jiang Jun's eyes widened suddenly, and the relief and gratitude in his eyes were exactly what Lin Yun wanted to react, this was a kind woman, without too much scheming, innocent as a child.

"That's great, I'm also on my mind, why don't I invite you to dinner in the evening?" Jiang Jun's eyes smiled like two crooked crescents, revealing an affinity that many teachers did not have.

"I said I was going to invite you to dinner, but I'll have to wait until I'm done training." Lin Yun said tepidly, he didn't want Jiang Jun to feel that he was looking forward to it.

"Since you insist on this, I have no opinion, but it's still early, why don't I go and watch you train?" Jiang Jun put his hands behind his back and said as lively as a little girl

Lin Yun naturally would not object to Jiang Jun's proposal, and the moment they stepped into the basketball hall side by side, the other players who were training were stunned.

Jiang Jun's arrival is tantamount to any beautiful girl in Tianlong High School, although she is a teacher, but in the eyes of most boys, she is a kind beautiful sister, and even an adolescent fantasy object.

Today, Jiang Jun wore a black professional suit, with a pair of seven or eight centimeter high heels and a pair of thin black stockings, wrapping two slender and plump legs, which added a bit of intellectual beauty compared to those pure school flowers.

In order not to damage the floor of the basketball hall, Jiang Jun bent down and took off his high heels, and a pair of black silk beautiful feet stepped on the smooth floor, which made those boys squirt nosebleeds.