A young man, dressed in white, slightly wrinkled, holding a sword, with mottled rust on the sword, and his messy hair flying, walked slowly, in a word, everyone involuntarily focused their eyes on him, and the atmosphere was suddenly suffocated.

"Who are you?"

Fan Xi asked, with a solemn look on his face and jealousy in his eyes.

Obviously just a teenager, his face was still a little immature, he was dressed in wrinkled white, holding an iron sword, he didn't seem to be afraid, but I don't know why, since this young man appeared, his heart tightened inexplicably.

He is a person from the first court, and he just crushed Cheng Kun of the eleventh court, and this Cheng Kun is the senior brother of the eleventh court, it stands to reason that the people in the eleventh court should be afraid of him, but this young man is too calm.

looked at him with an indifferent face, and from beginning to end, there was not a trace of ripples in his expression.

"Ye Ling. ”

Ye Ling said lightly, two words, so that everyone was stunned.

Ye Ling?

Is it the rumored son of Lin Ling, who is less than a first-order mortal body, and whose spiritual power is close to nothing?

A group of disciples of the First Courtyard looked at Ye Ling with stunned expressions, were silent for a while, and then laughed.

"It turns out that you are Ye Ling, the rumored waste, the son of Lin Ling. ”

A disciple of the First Courtyard said, looking at Ye Ling with a sneering face.

Ye Ling looked at him, and before he could speak, a person had already walked out one step ahead of him, it was Cheng Kun, he looked at that person, his eyes were full of anger.

"Say it again. ”

Cheng Kun said, one sentence, which made this person look startled, took a step back, and was frightened.

Cheng Kun, the dark horse of the outer gate big competition this time, rushed into the top twenty of the outer gate as a disciple of the eleventh courtyard, and finally occupied the eighteenth seat, he dared to provoke Ye Ling, but he did not dare to provoke Cheng Kun.

"Why, if you have the identity of the son of Lin Ling, but you have entered this eleventh courtyard and are messing with you waste, isn't it waste?"

Fan Xi said lightly, took a step forward, held the sword, and the air was cold, so that everyone was silent.

"Fanxi, take back your words. Cheng Kun's eyes froze, and he stepped out, the ground shook, his fists clenched, and the muscles of his whole body trembled.

"Hehe, what if I don't take it back?" The young man in blue looked at him, his expression froze, and there was a faint killing light in his eyes, but he had already moved the killing intent.

"Cheng Kun, do you really think that you can not take me in your eyes if you rely on brute force to squeeze into the top twenty in the outer gate competition, you are just a disciple of the Eleventh Academy, and you are still a waste in front of me. ”

Fan Xi said lightly, the sword was unsheathed, revealing a cold killing intention, and a sword pointed at Cheng Kun.

"If I want to kill you, I only need a sword. ”

In a word, all the disciples of the Eleventh Academy were shocked, on the contrary, the disciples of the First Academy were arrogant.

Cheng Kun's eyes froze, the breath on his body was shocked, and a touch of madness appeared in his eyes, and he was about to walk out, but he was stopped by a hand, he raised his head and looked at the person in front of him, his expression was shocked.

"It's enough, Cheng Kun, you didn't disappoint me, people have nothing to fear, they can be invincible, do this, sooner or later you will definitely surpass him. ”

Ye Ling said lightly, Cheng Kun nodded, and with a respectful expression, he retreated.

"Haha, what's wrong, son of Lin Ling, are you going to help him out?"

"Less than a first-order mortal body, the spiritual power is close to nothing, with your qualifications, how did you enter the Qingyun Sect, is it just because you are the son of Lin Ling?"

"A waste is to have self-knowledge, force your head, and you will die. ”

......

A group of disciples from the First Courtyard said to Ye Ling, with a sneering look on their faces, Fan Xi looked at Ye Ling, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Ye Ling, I know you. Fan Xi said, looking at Ye Ling, with a murderous intent hidden in his eyes.

Ye Ling looked at him, smiled faintly, and raised the iron sword slightly, pointing at him.

"Take my sword and spare you from death. ”

Ye Ling said lightly, in a word, he was even more crazy than Fan Xi, which made everyone in the first courtyard stunned, and looked at Ye Ling with a slightly condensed expression.

"Don't spare me from dying?" Fan Xi looked at Ye Ling, and only reacted for a moment, laughing angrily.

"Ye Ling, you really deserve to be the son of Ye Ling, you are so rampant, a sword, spare me not to die, why are you?"

Fan Xi said, with a cold face, holding the sword, trembling slightly, and a piece of air was condensed.

"Whew!"

A sword, slashing through the air, bringing up the blood that rushed to the sky, slashed onto a boulder, the stone split in two, and in the next scene, everyone's eyes froze.

"You ......"

Fan Xi covered his neck and looked at Ye Ling, his face trembling, full of disbelief.

Blood kept pouring out of his neck, gushing incessantly, staining his hands and soaking the hem of his clothes, and the sword cut off his neck and killed him.

He looked at Ye Ling, he was shocked, he was unwilling, he couldn't believe it, in front of everyone's eyes, Ye Ling actually dared to kill him, Ye Ling, the rumored waste, how could he be so strong.

With a sword, he only saw a vague shadow, and then it had already cut off his neck, too fast, and it had already exceeded the limit that the body refining realm could reach.

"He lied to me, you are Danwu ......" he said, halfway through his words, his eyes darkened, his pupils lost focus, his body went limp, and he fell to the ground.

"Smack!"

The body fell to the ground, which made everyone's hearts tremble, and when they looked at Ye Ling again, their faces were already full of fear.

Fan Xi died, and the disciples of the second and first courtyards of the outer gate were killed in front of everyone, and it was a person from the eleventh courtyard who killed them.

Ye Ling looked at this scene lightly, the sword was stained with blood, dripping drop by drop, and then looked at the people in the first courtyard, a group of people all trembled and retreated in unison.

"Tell the man behind you, don't test me again, he'll die. ”

Ye Ling said lightly, and a group of people all stared at each other, revealing a trembling expression.

He actually knew that the purpose of their coming to the Eleventh Courtyard was not to provoke and humiliate the Eleventh Academy, but just for Ye Ling, a person with a very large background, he wanted to use the hand of their First Courtyard to humiliate Ye Ling.

In a word, the atmosphere fell into a dead silence, a group of people looked at Ye Ling, their faces were sluggish, Ye Ling glanced at a group of people lightly, and then at the corpse on the ground, with an indifferent face, turned away.

"Tell you the dean of the First Academy, I killed someone, killed the Tianjiao of your First Academy. ”

In a word, floating in the air, a group of people trembled, and looked at Ye Ling with a shocked face.

Fan Xi, the second disciple of the outer gate and the Tianjiao disciple of the first court, was killed by him, he was still so calm, but provoked the dean of the first court, it was too rampant!

What does he want to do, to be an enemy of the dean of the first house, is he trying to fight against the first house by himself, it's really crazy.

(End of chapter)