"Get out of here, don't disturb my breathing."
Lin Beichen waved his hand and said impatiently.
He could see that the group of sword cultivators surrounding the Sword Immortal Academy were basically all casual cultivators with unclear minds. There were not many who had reached the realm of celestial beings. Most of them were martial arts masters. They looked like cannon fodder at first glance. Good stuff.
No need to think about it, he must have been taken advantage of.
It seems that one does not necessarily have to be strong, but has a smart mind.
Once people are in a group mood, it is easy to lose their individuality and independent thinking, and unknowingly become excited and follow the crowd...
This reminded Lin Beichen that when he was in college, another car smashing incident occurred on campus.
The cause of that incident was that the Passat of the supermarket owner on campus scratched a female student's bicycle. No one was injured. It was originally just a simple incident where both parties were responsible. Later, because of the arrogant attitude of the supermarket owner, it quickly spread on the school BBS and gathered at the scene. He had four to five hundred students, and he left the evening self-study to watch the excitement. Later, his emotions were quickly exaggerated in the excitement of the crowd. He, who prided himself on being rational, unknowingly became one of the students who smashed cars...
At that time, he was a senior who claimed to be logical, rigorous and smooth.
So the same goes for these martial arts masters in front of them.
If you put it in a small place, it would probably be a big shot who controls thunder and lightning.
But in today's Baiyun City, they can only be fools who were deceived into being cannon fodder.
Because the person who deceived them is the stronger one.
"You... you are too arrogant."
"The Lord of Baiyun City asked us to come. You...we will go back and file a complaint against you."
"We discussed it with you nicely, but you actually killed someone?"
There are some people who are fierce and stern.
They are so angry that Lin Beichen, a bastard, has no martial ethics and kills people as soon as he comes up. Can't we have a good communication
And there is no step between words.
We are all powerful masters, don’t you want to lose face
Lin Beichen couldn't help but laugh when he saw these guys looking cowardly.
"Gungun, don't delay my business here."
He waved impatiently.
Among the crowd, a young knight in red swordsman's light armor, who seemed to be a ruthless character in normal times, was directly angered by Lin Beichen's disrespectful gesture.
He slapped his neck, revealing his aggressive temper, and gritted his teeth and said: "Bah, if you don't give me an explanation today, I [send the sword to the end] Wen Zhaolun will not leave. There are so many of us and we have the ability. You can kill us." Kill them all... uh uh uh... "
Before he finished speaking, his mouth was covered in panic by the person behind him.
The faces of the people behind "Gang Jing" Wen Zhaolun turned pale with fright.
You idiot who can kill a thousand swords, don't get involved with us if you want to die.
Didn’t you see that the last guy who wanted to die had no bones left after he was killed
"Go away or not?"
Lin Beichen said: "If I count three times, they will all disappear within a thousand meters of Sword Immortal Academy. Otherwise..."
Hikari-chan was very cooperative and cracked the whip.
There was a trace of electric light floating in the air.
A naked threat.
Wen Zhaolun's instinct of violence kicked in subconsciously, he raised his neck again, opened his mouth to say something, but was immediately stabbed directly by the person behind him...
"ah!"
he screamed.
Lin Beichen took a breath and said: "One..."
The next moment, he rushed out.
Bang bang bang.
A punch and a kick, like
Like a tiger trampling a flock of sheep, he rushed into the group of sword cultivators and started beating them with fists as big as casseroles.
"ah… "
"Didn't you say count to three?"
"Liar, you just said that!"
Amidst a burst of screams and howls like ghosts and wolves, each sword cultivator flew out with bruises and swollen noses and faces like stone balls thrown by a trebuchet.
Teeth are flying.
Nosebleeds were also flying.
Gold coins are also flying around...
In less than a moment, all the sword cultivators gathered around the Sword Immortal Academy were beaten like sandbags, flew thousands of meters in the air, and fell to different directions in Baiyun City...
But this time, Lin Beichen held back.
No mysterious energy was used.
It's just a lesson to their flesh.
Didn't kill anyone.
Seriously injured at most.
It's not that easy to die.
Of course, I left something behind.
He pointed at the storage bag that had been unnoticed on the ground and said to Hikari-chan: "Put them all away and sort the garbage. Keep the ones you like and organize the rest into categories. Okay, give it to me."
Hikari-chan shouted excitedly and rushed forward.
I really like this feeling.
it thought excitedly.
Lin Beichen smiled, turned around and walked towards the Sword Immortal Courtyard.
"I feel like my bag licking skills are old and not as good as my own brother's. Especially this live bag licking technique, I really need to practice it..."
He was reflecting on himself in his mind.
Among the sword cultivators who were knocked away just now, there were several things on their bodies that seemed to have not been removed.
Why.
Not only have my skills become rusty, but I also seem to have become more and more soft-hearted recently.
They called me vicious names, but I only hit them lightly.
In addition, they just confiscated some things and imposed a small fine.
…
…
far away.
In a ruins.
Several swordsmen crawled out with bruised noses and swollen faces.
"I thought I was going to die..."
"Yeah, I didn't expect that I was only slightly injured."
"This Lin Beichen is really too arrogant...unreasonable at all."
"Come on, it's good to be able to survive. The strength of that idiot is too terrifying. With just a few punches and kicks, he actually knocked all of our group away. There is no one who can hold him back even with one move. If he If they wanted to kill us, we might have died long ago.”
"We were taken advantage of."
"The people of the Immortal Sword Sect have bad intentions. Didn't they say that Lin Beichen's strength is nothing to worry about?"
"Wait, why is my storage bag missing?"
"No, mine is gone too."
"Mine...couldn't it have been taken away by Lin Beichen? I heard that this person has a nickname, called the Corpse Toucher. He even touches corpses, let alone us?"
"Go and ask for it back. This is just like banditry."
"You dare to go? Have you forgotten what he said? If you go back, he will really kill someone."
"Yeah, it's rumored that this guy has a brain disease. After being stimulated, he dares to do anything."
A group of people hesitated, but in the end no one dared to really go back. They were angry and hateful, but they could only endure it.
"What are you afraid of? He still
Can you kill us all? go together… "
[Death with a Sword] Wen Zhaolun crawled out of the ruins with a curse, dragging his broken leg, holding the sword wound on his waist, and said: "I don't know if it was that despicable villain who stabbed me before, otherwise, I personally took action and killed Lin Beichen long ago, alas, the villain made a mistake for me."
The others immediately looked at him with contempt.
It’s not that someone stabbed you just now, I’m afraid you’ve led everyone to annihilation.
Stay away from this idiot.
Otherwise, when God punishes him, it will easily affect the people next to him.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh.
Everyone turned into sword light and left.
"Bah. A bunch of cowards."
[Death with one sword] Wen Zhaolun stood there and thought for a while, and decided to give up on troubling Lin Beichen for the time being and recover from his injuries first.
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…
Sword Immortal Academy.
It's already afternoon.
Lin Beichen held his chin in his hands and sat at the stone table in the yard, his face gradually becoming anxious.
There are less than six hours left before the KEEP accidental acceleration mission [The Rise of Sword Immortal Academy] is about to end.
But there are still two problems that have not been overcome.
There is still one missing person among the Half-Step Heavenly Beings—Qianqian, who Lin Beichen had high hopes for, has not yet been promoted to the Half-Step Heavenly Beings.
There is also a young disciple named Peng Yiliang, who has a simple face and works hard, but he is still only in the eighth-level martial arts realm and has not been able to advance to the peak martial arts master.
One end, one end, one up and one down.
The progress of the task is stuck.
"It seems I must have a BUG."
Lin Beichen gradually made up his mind.
It was already unusual for a group of sword cultivators to cause trouble outside the Sword Immortal Academy.
Lin Beichen felt an unprecedented sense of urgency.
He screened all the candidates from various colleges who had been introduced to him by his handsome junior uncle Yin Shan, and finally his eyes fell on the old scholar of the Sword Formation Research Institute named Wang Qigong.
This person has lost his merit.
Have a foundation.
As long as some hormones are administered, he should be able to recover quickly.
As for the other guy who's holding back...
"come here."
Lin Beichen waved the silly Peng Yiliang over, threw him a green fruit, and said: "Take it, eat it yourself, and quickly absorb it after eating, and strive to enter the peak grand master realm for me before sunset. If you haven't already, If there is any movement, then I will fire you... "
The young man took the green fruit tremblingly.
Lin Beichen stood up and said: "Before I come back, no one is allowed to leave the Sword Immortal Academy, continue to practice, don't relax... Guangjiang, dear brother, supervise me, anyone who is disobedient will not give me Lin Beichen." Pope’s face.”
Seeing how harsh he said, even Qianqian didn't dare to be rude anymore.
Lin Beichen arranged everything, got up and left the Sword Immortal Academy, heading to the Sword Formation Research Institute.
And at the same time.
Hundreds of sword cultivators gathered outside the city lord's mansion again.
This time, it was not a simple protest.
A fight broke out immediately.
"ah… "
"Stop them."
"Quick, go and report to the city lord."
A swordsman named Baiyun City fell in a pool of blood.
The sword cultivators stormed into the city lord's mansion.
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Good night