The master expelled me from the school, but I, Lin Zhize, came back with my own skills. This time... I will show you how stupid and unwise you were that day!

Lin Zhize looked up at the magnificent building complex of Qingyuntan, and inexplicably felt the urge to shout and sing in his heart... His eyes lit up, and a trace of blood red flashed from his pupils. After a while, it showed an elegant and affinity. It's impossible to associate him with a murderous man.

He is gentle and elegant, and his generosity has attracted the kindness of many Qingyun disciples. They all rushed forward to greet him warmly. Staring at these faces who used to sneer at him, Lin Zhize felt a trace of disdain in his heart at this time. That's right, now he is proud enough, or at least the one they have to admire.

At this time, Lin Zhize's appearance and body shape are very different from the chubby boy a year ago, this year, he has transformed, not only shedding a few layers of skin like a python, but even his appearance and physical signs have become unknown to Lin Zhize himself. Now even if he calmly stood in front of his master Lin Xuanxun, he was confident that he would not be able to identify himself.

"Go, go, go... What are you doing here, Senior Brother Lin's identity is not something that you miscellaneous disciples can climb, Senior Brother Lin is a person with a Xiuzhen family background, you still don't want Lao Tzu to get out" Just when a group of Daoist disciples surrounded Lin Zhize to offer Yin,

Another fat Qingyun Altar disciple strode in and kicked those good deeds out with a few kicks. This person is the Qingyuntan deacon who once accepted Lin Zhize's benefits and was controlled by Lin Zhize's mind.

The reason why Lin Zhize was able to re-enter the Qingyun Altar was because of this person's actions. The deacon of Qingyuntan made up a new identity for Lin Zhize, and he was also a noble son of the Xiuzhen family, which made Lin Zhize very satisfied, and he was more determined in his inner oath. He is bound to make all the people who once despised him obediently bow down at his feet, which also wraps the high Qingyun Sword Saint Lin Xuanxun.

Lin Zhize thought of this, and his cold gaze slowly turned to the location of the highest immortal altar, where was Lin Xuanxun's retreat and cultivation. At this time, maybe he didn't know that he had re-entered the Qingyu Altar, Lin Zhize sneered, and his bright eyes were bloodshot again, and a trace of python lines formed an arc from the corner of his eyes.

The fat deacon's eyes were also staring at him, and there was no expression on his face, especially when he touched the blood-colored beads, his whole body stiffened as if he had lost his soul.

On Qingyun Peak, Lin Xuanxun was meditating with his eyes closed, and the Taizhen Xuantian Dao Realm was about to break through, and he had to retreat and cultivate in order to survive the Dao Heart Tribulation safely. After half a month of retreat, Lin Xuanxun was already as calm as water, but within a few days, he suddenly became upset and irritable. Especially just now, he clearly felt as if the demons were invading, and when he opened his eyes, he stared deeply, but he couldn't tell where it came from.

Lin Xuanxun's mood was already chaotic, so he dispersed the sword qi around his body, wandered around the Temple of Heaven, and while pacing, he suddenly felt a sharp sword intent falling from the sky.

With a crisp sound, Lin Xuanxun didn't draw his sword, but just swept his eyes and shattered the sword intent in the air.

Then Lin Xuanxun squinted his eyes at the cliff opposite, and said coldly: "A dignified generation of national players, why do you want to do these sneak attack tricks of the three villains."

As soon as the words fell, in a narrow gap in the opposite cliff, a gray-brown figure soared straight into the sky like a crane through the sun, and swirled in mid-air, falling vertically, with a fluttering figure, as soft as hair, and only half an inch to the ground.

This control of spiritual power is wonderful. As a result, even Lin Xuanxun had to secretly applaud him.

Being able to cultivate an introductory Imperial Martial Technique to such an amazing level is a display of strength in itself.

Every point of it, every bit of spiritual power must be developed to the extreme, and the spiritual power control is subtle, and it is by no means attainable in the realm of cultivation, if it is not immersed in another realm for decades, it will never be possible to reach such a nuanced level.

"The old man of the national hand is ashamed, appreciated by the three princes today, licking for his next lackey" came to wear a green shirt, the surface looks extremely elegant, but no matter its material, or decorative items are done a kind of extreme fine, is using the ancient saying, good at the inside and simple outside.

Lin Xuanxun's eyes wandered, looking up and down at the visitor. I found that there was a Chinese character face on the opposite side, with good facial features, about forty years old, and the corners of his mouth always had a light smile, giving people the illusion of being approachable. But in those sharp eyes, there was a solemnity.

For this royal player, Lin Xuanxun is actually really meeting for the first time, and just calling out his identity through his swordsmanship is just a temptation.

"I don't know what the so-called is when the national hand is here? I am just a grass person, and I am really not qualified to let the national hand come to the grass house in person" Lin Xuanxun saw that the other party did not turn his face, so he politely raised his hand to greet him.

"The first sword saint of the plane can also be regarded as an intermediary, so the old man can only be regarded as an ant" The national hand looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, and walked straight to Lin Xuanxun. Although the hostility between the two has disappeared, there is still endless sword intent in every step, as long as their bodies approach each time, an invisible wall of force will be formed in the air, outside this wall, everything is as before, everything inside is slaughtered, not even a complete stone can be preserved, and then another smoke will turn into chicken powder.