Blustering Immortalization Spell

Ling Yan's words were fast and urgent, like a machine gun, causing Pang Qiang to be at a loss.

When did he learn the Drunken Silver Sword? How come he didn't know that there was also the realm of 'one with the world'? He wanted to comprehend it, but the potential was limited.

Pang Qiang forcefully blinked his eyes as he stood there in a daze. Although Ling Yan's words seemed to be praising him, he still felt that something was amiss.

"Pu, pu ~"

After everyone in the canteen was quiet for a while, some of them seemed to have understood the meaning behind Ling Yan's words. Immediately, their faces flushed red and they could not help but burst out laughing.

"Hahaha …" "What a great 'one with the world' bitch, hahaha …" The disciples of the Sword Arts Department laughed the loudest. Many of them held their stomachs as their facial muscles twitched.

After the friendly reminder from the people who understood what was going on, everyone in the cafeteria understood what was going on outside of Ling Yan's words. Immediately, an earth-shattering wild laughter sounded in the cafeteria, with the exception of the dark-faced disciples of the Sword Arts Department.

This was because they were all swordsmen, and Ling Yan's words had offended them all.

Pang Qiang also woke up at this moment, smoke was coming out from his seven orifices!

"Yinyin ~!"

A crisp sound of a sword could be heard. Pang Qiang pulled out the silver sword in his hand and aimed the tip of the sword at Ling Yan's forehead.

"Brat, say that again if you dare!"

As the sharp tip of the sword approached his body, a cold light overflowed. In the next second, it would pierce through his skin. Ling Yan's expression did not change as he said in surprise, "Senior Brother Jian, what do you mean by this? I am praising you."

"You're returning the sword senior brother, sword, sword, sword your sister!?" Do you really think laozi is stupid?! " Pang Qiang was so angry that his entire body began to tremble. Even the right hand holding the sword began to tremble.

"Oh ~ So you're not stupid ~" Ling Yan suddenly said, his eyebrows slightly jumped, "What, Senior Brother Jian seems like you want to attack a newbie like me? If you want to, then come, I can't stop you."

As he spoke, Ling Yan forcefully curled his finger at Pang Bo with a smile.

"You!"

Pang Qiang's aura fluctuated violently, and the silver sword instantly shot out a silver light. He almost stabbed the sword into Ling Yan's forehead, but at the last moment, he forced himself to stop.

If he killed Ling Yan on an impulse, then he would also be punished by the Crimson Nimbus Martial School, and his life would be exchanged for his life.

"You little bastard, you have a mother and no son, just you wait, don't let me get the chance!" Pang Qiang glared fiercely at Ling Yan. His ferocious expression made it seem as if he wanted to devour Ling Yan.

"What did you say?"

Ling Yan's expression slowly turned cold as he looked expressionlessly at Pang Qiang.

To call him a bastard, wasn't that insulting to his parents? Furthermore, his mother had died of an illness since he was young, and his father's whereabouts were unknown. This had always been a pain in Ling Yan's heart.

"Your father said you have a mother and no son. What? Are you angry?" Did I really guess it, haha! Angry? Fine, do you have the courage to play with me? Aiya, my cultivation is only at the early Fourth Stage of the Mortal Realm! " Pang Qiang was stunned for a moment. Then, he raised his head and laughed.

What he didn't notice was that Ling Yan's expression had turned increasingly cold, and a red light inexplicably flashed through his eyes.

Pang Qiang wanted to agitate Ling Yan a bit more.

Suddenly!

A berserk aura exploded out from Ling Yan's body like a tsunami!

What! Pang Qiang's expression changed, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Noon of the third day after the new student's 1000 military array ranking competition, at the Crimson Nimbus Martial School's round plaza, don't be terrified!"

Ling Yan's ice-cold eyes glanced at Pang Qiang for a moment, before he pushed away the shocked Pang Qiang and walked out of the cafeteria.