Song Yun ran all the way with his life, his heart was pounding, and seeing some Dao Spirit disciples with advanced cultivation behind him getting closer and closer to him, he almost burst out of all his potential, and his speed was a few points faster.

He wasn't sure if he would be killed if he was caught up.

The small courtyard of the Battle Martial Arts Department was not very far away, and Song Yun's eyes were full of bloodshots, and he rushed in directly.

"Song Yun, you can't run, if you dare to sneak attack and hurt people in Huailing Courtyard, no one can protect you!"

"Deceive my Dao Spirit Department, and I will step on your War Martial Arts Department!"

"With just a few war and martial arts departments, why do they have more resources than us, and step on them!"

Song Yun heard that his scalp was numb, and when he looked back, his pupils shrank, and he said secretly, I am afraid that it will be planted today, and there are only more than 100 people in the war martial arts department, and even if they all come out, they will be beaten by the group.

"Hmph, the little cubs of the Dao Spirit Department, dare to come to my War Martial Arts Department to spread the wilderness, and go back to the old man!"

Just when Song Yun was desperate, a domineering voice full of majesty came out from the courtyard of the War Martial Arts Department.

Immediately afterwards, a gust of wind set off, overwhelming the sky, flying sand and stones, and a huge tiger head transformed with the wind, covering a range of dozens of zhang, and the whining wind was like the roar of a fierce tiger, rushing towards more than a thousand spiritual disciples.

The disciples of the Dao Spirit Department were shocked, and before they had time to retreat, they were hit by the huge tiger head, and more than a thousand people flew into the sky like heavenly maidens, and then smashed to the ground like raindrops.

"From now on, if someone dares to deceive my Zhan Wu disciple, the old man will abolish his cultivation and throw him out of the Huai Ling Courtyard, have you heard clearly!" In the courtyard of the War Martial Arts Department, the old man with his hair scattered came out of a room, and the sound spread throughout the ears of the Dao Spirit disciples.

Song Yun was overjoyed, at this moment, he felt that this usually unobtrusive old man was simply too kind.

The disciples of the Dao Spirit Department glared angrily one by one, but no one dared to refute it, although most of the people didn't know this old man, but he was ridiculously strong, and most of them were elders of the War Martial Arts Department.

"Hahaha...... The rabbit cubs of the Dao Spirit Department, dare to trespass on my martial arts department, come on, come and beat me!" Song Yun turned around and pouted his buttocks, twisting vigorously, extremely proud.

"A group of bad seeds, I, Song Yun, have been uncomfortable all over the past few days, I just want to be beaten, and I have the courage to come and beat me, come on, come on!" Song Yun continued to provoke, hating the teeth of the Dao Spirit disciples, but they glanced at the old man, but they didn't dare to take a step forward, which made them feel so embarrassed that they were going crazy.

The more than 100 disciples of the War Martial Arts Department who were shocked also walked out of the house one after another, and when they saw Song Yun's shameless provocation, they were all speechless.

Seeing Song Yun's look, the old man couldn't help but sneer, looked at the Dao Spirit disciple, and spoke again......

"The old man is not unreasonable, so naturally I want to give you an explanation, this Song Yun is despicable and shameless, causing public anger, he is the scum of my martial arts department, the old man...... No matter!. After the old man finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved it to Song Yun.

Song Yun's face changed greatly, and as soon as he wanted to run, he was lifted off by a strong force and fell directly into the thousands of disciples of the Dao Spirit Department.

Song Yun lay on the ground, facing the sun, only to feel a large shadow envelop him, and hideous faces were revealed in front of him.

"Hahaha...... Beat him up!" someone laughed and kicked him down.

"I kick, I kick, I kick kick ......"

"The kid told you to cover your face and kick him in the face......"

"Ah......h

After half a pillar of incense, almost every disciple of the Dao Spirit Department had a kick, and then they left satisfied, but they knew the severity and did not use their own cultivation, they just wanted to teach Song Yun a lesson, after all, the elders of the War Martial Arts Department were not decorations, and they still had to give face.

It wasn't until a short time later that Song Yun, who was like a dead fish, got up, although he was not injured, but his body and face were full of shoe prints, he felt that he had suffered a great shame, and this revenge must be avenged.

"I want to cultivate! I want to become stronger! I want to be an emperor! I want to bully others!" Song Yun's bloodshot eyes showed a fierce look, and he looked fiercely at the old man with a leisurely face.

The old man trembled, thinking that when Song Yun was apprenticed, he almost caused himself to die violently, so he disappeared.

And those disciples of the War Martial Arts Department were a little weak-hearted, after all, Senior Brother Song was bullied, so they didn't go up to help, shrank their heads, and returned to the house.

Song Yun did not return to the Battle Martial Arts Department, but went to the Dao Spirit Department after walking around for a while, preparing to implement a plan, get some cultivation resources, and go to the Tibetan Law Pavilion of the Dao Spirit Department by the way.

Along the way, after the Dao Spirit Department disciples saw Song Yun again, they all laughed and pointed at each other. Obviously, the news of Song Yun being beaten by the group has already spread.

Song Yun was calm on the surface, but in his heart he was becoming more and more crazy, in order to become stronger, it was no longer important to be disciplined or anything.

Seeing that it was still early, and there was still some time before it got dark, Song Yun pondered his plan or it was safer to act after dark, and it would be better to go to the Tibetan Dharma Pavilion first.

After inquiring about the location of the Tibetan Law Pavilion, Song Yun walked in the direction of the Tibetan Law Pavilion.

As he was walking, Song Yun suddenly paused, and saw a young man standing on a big rock on the side of a mountain cliff, this young man was dressed luxuriously, standing with his hands in his hands, very chic, and a storage bag around his waist, which could be clearly seen from the side, the young man seemed to have something on his mind, was in a daze, and recited a few words from time to time.

Seeing this, Song Yun's eyes rolled, and seeing that there was no one else around, at this time, the implementation plan was just right, so he nervously walked around the young man's back and secretly leaned over.

"Senior Sister Liu, it's been five years, you were eighteen that year, and I was eighteen, why can't you feel that I like you? What the hell do I have to do so that you can understand my heart for you......," muttered the young man on the boulder.

Song Yun observed for a while, and saw that the young man didn't notice him at all, so he got closer.

"This stupid young man, who likes people who haven't confessed for five years, is a typical lack of self-confidence, and it shouldn't be too strong. Song Yun gritted his teeth, took out a piece of black cloth from the storage bag, and covered his face.

Quietly taking a few steps again, Song Yun completely put his mind at ease, rushed forward, and pressed his palm on the target's shoulder.

This press, Song Yun didn't use all his strength, he was afraid that he would directly kill the other party, so he only used five thousand catties of strength.

The young man tilted his body slightly, his heart was shocked, and he turned his head sharply, and saw a fist that changed from small to large, smashed directly into his face, and then he didn't know anything.

Song Yun was overjoyed in his heart, in fact, the press just now was just a temptation, he didn't want to kill someone by mistake, then the matter was big, after knowing the strength of the other party, he added a little more strength, just to knock this young man unconscious.

"I'm sorry buddy, brother, I'm so poor, I have no choice!

Quickly ripped off the storage bag on the other party's waist, Song Yun's heart beat faster, took off the black cloth on his face, saw that there was no one around, and quickly left the scene of the crime.

Then, like no one, he began to slowly wander around again.

"It's good to rob, it's convenient and fast, although it's a bit risky, but it's worth it!" Song Yun's mood suddenly improved, and he couldn't wait to open the young man's storage bag right now to see what was inside.

Along a mountain path paved with bluestone, a five-story tower with four tile kilns in front of you comes into view, and a large golden plaque is horizontal on it, with golden light flashing on it, and the pen is charming, and the three big characters of the Tibetan Dharma Pavilion are written.

Song Yun walked in leisurely with a hand behind his back.

"Who is coming, dare to trespass on the Tibetan Law Pavilion!"

As soon as Song Yun entered the door, a majestic woman's voice came into his ears, judging from the voice, this woman should not be very old.

On the first floor of the tower, the fog was shrouded, the visibility was less than one meter, and nothing could be seen, Song Yun looked around, not to mention a person, and even the door to go back was gone.

"In Xia Song Yun, come to the Tibetan Dharma Pavilion to choose a magic spell. Song Yun clenched his fists and said.

"Well, you are the despicable and shameless Song Yun who framed the inner dean's elder!" the woman asked in a curious voice.

Song Yun heard the black line in his head and did not answer.

"Is it or not?" the woman asked again.

"I'm Song Yun, but I walk straight, sit upright, not despicable, and not shameless. Song Yun raised his head with his chest straightened, looking righteous and awe-inspiring.

"You are indeed that despicable and shameless Song Yun!" said in the woman's voice.

Song Yun had more black lines in his head, and he wanted to open his mouth to scold, but thinking that this woman was definitely not ordinary, he kept silent again.