Conceited Immortal On Campus

After Chen Yi gets home, Chen Xinjia cleans up the mess with tears in her eyes.

"Xiao Yi!" When Chen Weiguo turns his wheelchair, he still has a serious injury on his face, which Chen Xinjia has helped to deal with.

Fortunately, the injury is not serious.

But when Chen Yi saw the purple on Chen Weiguo's face, he was still angry.

"Dad

Chen Yi goes forward to help Chen Weiguo find out.

Chen Weiguo smiles, shakes his hand and pats Chen Yi on the shoulder. "It's nothing serious!"

"Did you offend Zhao zhongyun?"

In his eyes, there was no blame, but concern.

Even Chen Yi has a sense of discomfort in her heart.

"Sorry!" Chen Yi looks at Chen Weiguo and finally spits out two words.

"It's just a scratch? When your father was practicing martial arts, it happened all the time! " But Chen Weiguo didn't care.

Chen Yi takes a deep breath. He says to Chen Xinjia, "Jiajia, take care of Dad!"

Then he turned and walked out the door.

"Xiao Yi!" Chen Weiguo frowns and looks at Chen Yi's back.

Chen Yi suddenly stops at his feet. He turns around and says, "no matter who it is, I will make him pay for it!"

Chen Weiguo's face changed, "come back, Zhao zhongyun is not something you can afford to provoke!"

Even Chen Weiguo knows the name of Zhao zhongyun. He has been in Zhenjiang for many years. How could Chen Yi have provoked him.

"To provoke?" There is a cold smile on Chen Yi's face

Looking at Chen Weiguo, he suddenly said, "no one can do anything to you, because..."

Chen Yi's words are like nails.

"You are my father!"

With that, Chen Yi strode forward.

Chen Weiguo looks at Chen Yi's back and his heart shakes.

……

Outside the garden, Chen Yi's eyes are cold.

Zhao zhongyun!

If the words of Yun Mo Bing lingered in his ears, he waved and took a taxi.

"To the country stadium!"

Cold words, such as hidden opportunities.

At the moment, the entire suburban stadium is almost closed.

There are many luxury cars and many people guarding all the entrances.

In the stadium, Yun Mo Bing, Yun Mo Xuan and Liu Changhe stand in the audience.

On the other side, a middle-aged man, nearly 50 years old and quite graceful, was tasting tea.

"Yunmoxuan, I've put up with you a lot in recent years!"

"If it wasn't for the cloud family behind you, would you like to compete with me in Zhenjiang?"

Zhao zhongyun looked at yunmoxuan faintly, "you are too aggressive. Zhenjiang, I have been in business for many years. If you say something, you want to take it away?"

But Yun Mo Xuan said with a smile: "it's not that I want to win. Uncle Zhao has been in Zhenjiang for so many years. Otherwise, how can Mo Xuan take food from tiger's mouth?"

This sentence made Zhao zhongyun's face heavy. He gave a cold hum and his eyes fell on Liu Changhe.

"The strong martial arts of the cloud family have been known for a long time!"

Liu Changhe said with a faint smile, "this time I'm helping master Xuan. Zhao zhongyun, the martial arts master behind you, should also show up!"

Although it is said that the martial arts strongman behind Zhao zhongyun has always been a master of internal strength, it can be seen that Zhao zhongyun is now confident and fearless. It is obvious that the master of internal strength has already entered the internal strength.

Liu Changhe has a sense of war in his eyes. When he first entered the internal force, he just wanted to fight and sharpen his skills.

Just then, above the stadium, a voice rang out.

"Master Wu Tao of the cloud family, I've been waiting here for a long time!"

In a word, just like from the horizon, Liu Changhe's face suddenly changed.

But behind him, on the top of the stadium, under the light of tens of meters high, a dark shadow stands proudly.

When Liu Changhe and others looked up, the figure suddenly jumped down.

Bang!

When the man landed in the center of the stadium, there was smoke under his feet.

The height of the stadium is more than 20 meters, which is as high as seven stories. However, this man jumped down without any damage.

A thin man about 40 years old, dressed in a training suit, stood with his hands down and looked at Liu Changhe from afar.

"Uncle Liu!" The eyes of cloud ink ice condense.

"No harm!" Liu Changhe raised his hand, immediately, he stepped out, just like Qinghong, fell in the field, and reported his name, "cloud family, Liu Changhe!"

"Liu Changhe?" That person light a smile, "Jinling cloud family, I pour also heard!"

"Nanyue, Li Ziheng!"

Nanyue?!

Liu Changhe's eyes were shaking. He thought that the strong men under Zhao zhongyun's command came from Nanyue instead of being born in the wild."When I was only 40 years old, I entered the internal power realm. Which master of Nanyue was your master?" Liu Changhe asked.

Li Ziheng said with a proud smile, "I'm not talented. I'm the eleventh disciple of Zhuling Grand Master of Nanyue, and I'm also the one who is the least talented."

Great master disciple!

These five words, like thunder through the ears, let cloud ink Xuan and cloud ink ice face suddenly changed.

Zhao zhongyun is tasting tea, showing a sneer.

"It turned out to be a great master's disciple!" Even Liu Changhe couldn't help taking a breath.

Great master, let alone him, even if the cloud family meet, they have to give up.

Who would have thought that the strong warrior behind Zhao zhongyun was a disciple of the great master?

"Liu Changhe, since he has signed up for taboo, why not fight the first World War?" Li Ziheng laughed, "after winning you, I will go back to Nanyue to practice. How can I delay it?"

"What a big tone!" Even if he was a great master's disciple, Liu Changhe was still angry.

The internal force in his body turns, and there is a subtle essence in his eyes.

With a sound of rubbing, Liu Changhe attacked Li Ziheng.

Li Ziheng was the same. In an instant, the two figures were intertwined.

Every time the fists and feet collide, the dull sound is like a big stone collision, and the smoke and dust are constantly shaken in all directions.

Even, there will be a faint sound of metal crossfire.

No matter Yun Mo Xuan, Yun Mo Bing, or Zhao zhongyun, they can't help staring at the confrontation between the two martial arts masters.

"It's terrible

"This is the battle of martial arts masters?"

"It's just like fighting a lion and a tiger. It's already beyond ordinary people!"

People's hearts can't help but feel chilly. If it's them, I'm afraid they will die if they don't use one move, right?

All of a sudden, the crowd only heard a sound like a metal strike, and the two figures were separated.

Liu Changhe's mouth is bleeding. He looks at Li Ziheng with a shock in his eyes.

"Worthy of being a great master's disciple!"

Compared with Li Ziheng, both his internal power and his moves are too much.

If it had not been for his years of experience, he would have been defeated.

Li Ziheng's breath was steady. He sneered, "the cloud family is just a family. The inheritance of martial arts is still too weak!"

"How can a real warrior be attached to his family? For example, although my master is in Nanyue, if he was born, which Chinese family would not treat each other with courtesy? "

"But you have too many distractions. You think you can cross one side when you enter the internal power, but you don't know that there are people outside and there is heaven outside."

In the face of Li Ziheng's domineering words, Liu Changhe was pale, and he wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth.

"If I am not as good as you, it doesn't mean that my family is not as good as you!"

"It's not that a family with a great master has never existed!"

"If you lose, you lose. I won't say much!"

Liu Changhe turns around and looks at Xiang yunmoxuan with a bitter smile, "sorry."

Yun Moxuan's face turns pale. He knows that this time, he's completely defeated. After two years in Zhenjiang, he wants to return to Yun's home with nothing. Not to mention that he still has a big enemy in Jinling, even within Yun's family, he will be ridiculed in every way.

This man, he can't afford to lose.

"Mo Xuan, if you lose, you lose. Start all over again!"

Yun Mo Bing sighs and comforts Xiang Yun Mo Xuan.

Just then, outside the stadium, there was a roar.

The guarded gate was kicked open, and several people flew out.

I saw a figure, slowly stepping into the stadium.

"Who is..."

"Zhao zhongyun?"