Chapter 325 Breaking the Wall
Three hours later, the special plane descended from the sky and landed at Lincheng First Airport.
The cabin door opened and Xia Lin got off the plane with two servants beside him.
One of them is a woman with outstanding appearance and slim figure, about twenty years old, named Xu Hui. She is Xia Lin's personal assistant, helping Xia Lin deal with a lot of trivial matters.
The other person was a male, nearly middle-aged, tall and strong, with a high aura.
This man's name is Yuan Yao. He was the champion of the World Martial Arts Conference five years ago and a grandmaster. He was later recruited by the Xia family and taught high-end martial arts. He has now become Xia Lin's security guard and last line of defense.
When Xia Lin walked out of the airport, the special car had been waiting for a long time. After getting in the car and driving for more than an hour, they arrived at the Xia family's villa in Lincheng.
After instructing Xu Hui to prepare the meal as soon as possible, Xia Lin came to the practice room.
Just as he was about to practice the Hundred Damages Magic Technique, his cell phone suddenly rang.
When I opened it, I saw messages popping up continuously in a group called "Ultimate Class Three".
This is Xia Lin’s class group.
As school starts, the group becomes most busy.
The memories of the original owner of this body began to emerge. Xia Lin smiled knowingly as he savored the original owner's school life.
He attended an aristocratic school, and his status was among the highest among the aristocratic schools.
Therefore, there was no bullying and student life brought Xia Lin nothing but happiness.
As the class group became active, private messages continued to flow in.
Pingnan: "Brother, are you home yet? Can I stay at your house for two days?"
This is Xia Lin's bad friend at school. His family is wealthy but he can't compare to Xia Lin.
The two have a good relationship, and Pingnan sometimes flatters him when they are together, but this is only human nature.
"No, busy."
Xia Lin responded briefly and opened the next private chat.
Zhong Ying: "Are you there? Want to join us at Lin Cheng's concert tonight?"
Zhong Ying, from the eighth clan of the Eight Sword Clan, is the concubine of the Zhong family.
She is the same age as Xia Lin, but she is very scheming.
On the third day after Xia Lin entered the school, this girl came to his house following the smell of his scent. She interacted closely with Xia Lin on a daily basis and they could be described as childhood sweethearts.
The original owner of the body was stunned by this woman, but Xia Lin could see through the girl's little thoughts at a glance.
She is the concubine of the Zhong family, while Xia Lin is the young master of the Xia family.
If she could hold onto Xia Lin's thighs, Zhong Ying would naturally take off on the spot.
"Actually, it doesn't matter if you're a little scheming... After all, we're very pleasant to get along with, and Zhong Ying is pretty."
This initial identity destined that the people around Xia Lin would have ulterior motives and their purposes could not be absolutely pure.
This kind of thing is unavoidable. From Xia Lin's perspective on life, as long as people get along well with each other, it's fine. There's no need to exaggerate or get bogged down in trivial matters.
but……
"No, I'm busy."
Women will only affect the speed of my cultivation. How can a concert be as good as cultivating and improving attributes?
There was no need to read other private chats. Xia Lin responded with a few words and then turned off his phone.
The blood and qi in the body circulate, and the Hundred Suns Magical Skill begins to work.
The racial value and physical attributes slowly increased, and at the same time, the feeling of hunger surged.
…
Less than three hundred meters away from Xia Lin’s villa is Zhong Ying’s home.
At this moment, at Zhong Ying's home, Zhong Ying sat on the sofa and slowly narrowed her eyes.
"This kid didn't take the bait."
She spoke in a clear voice but a mature tone.
He put down his phone and looked at the three people sitting in front of him.
All three of them were dressed in black and were tall. From the calluses on their palms and bulging temples, one could tell that they were all experts.
However, in front of Zhong Ying, the three of them behaved relatively submissively.
One of them said, "So Miss, what should we do now?"
Zhong Ying sighed slightly.
"Originally, we planned this concert with all our heart. Even though Xia Lin has a strong security force, I am confident that we can take it down."
"But Xia Lin won't take the bait right now..."
Having said this, Zhong Ying paused for a moment, a cold light flashing in her eyes.
"Then we can only use more violent means."
After saying that, he looked at the warrior who had just spoken.
"Contact the headquarters and ask them to send a Grand Master to calm the situation. After school starts, we will storm Puhua Colonel."
Puhua Middle School is the school where Xia Lin attends.
The subordinate immediately stood up and nodded: "Yes."
…
After watching the three men walk away, Zhong Ying stood up and walked to the window.
From the angle of the window, you can just see the Xia family's villa.
The lights in the villa were on, and servants could be vaguely seen walking back and forth.
The bright moon cast a soft light, illuminating Zhong Ying's profile.
She just looked at the Xia family villa, as if she could see Xia Lin in the villa.
Soon, Zhong Ying sighed again and muttered to herself.
"What a pity. The Xia family is so small. At most, there are only three people who have the bloodline of the Eight Guardians of the Xia family."
"If every family had more than a hundred members like the Zhong family, things would be much simpler."
…
Shenjing, the main residence of the Xia family.
In the underground training room.
The spacious underground training room was illuminated by the purple light.
As the light reached its peak, it quickly converged and retracted into Xia Huangwei's body.
He opened his eyes and nodded with satisfaction.
Old illnesses are gone and strength is increased.
For Xia Huangwei, a martial arts fanatic, this is a blessing in life.
But another thought arose involuntarily in my mind.
That's where the old injury came from.
About eight years ago, Xia Huangwei was at the peak of his powers. He was ambushed while going out one day and was severely injured by three grand masters with similar strength as himself. From then on, he developed a chronic illness.
Whenever he thought about this, Xia Huangwei would inevitably have doubts in his heart.
All known grand masters belong to the Bashu sword clan. Without the Bashu's secret martial arts, the champion of the World Martial Arts Conference would be the end point of martial arts in this world.
So here comes the question…
Where did those three grand masters who couldn’t tell where they came from?
What purpose did they have in ambushing me?
Xia Huangwei had been thinking about it for eight years but still couldn't figure it out. Now that he had regained his strength, he had no way to take revenge.
…
[Your attributes are improved...]
[Your racial value increases...]
The familiar system notification sound of the Ashen Zone rang in Xia Lin's ears day and night.
In the next three days, Xia Lin only slept once, and used all the other time for cultivation.
And three days later, Puhua Middle School will start school.
Xia Lin simply ordered Xu Hui to do it.
Ask for leave!
What do I study?
Going to school has delayed my martial arts training, you know?
Xu Hui did not dare to disobey, but just reminded Xia Lin that he should pay attention to rest and not overeat.
Xia Lin's appetite these days really scared Xu Hui.
Xia Lin simply ignored these words.
Yes, Xu Hui and Yuan Yao must report what’s happening here to Xia Huangwei and Li Pingjuan.
But the emperor is far away and his parents are not around, so who can control Xia Lin?
Three days later, Xia Lin's racial value reached 1.34 points, and his attributes exceeded 100!
Seven days later, Xia Lin's racial value reached 1.56 points, and his attributes exceeded 200!
As an evil skill, Baisun Demonic Art is not only quick to learn, but the subsequent practice speed will also get faster and faster!
This thing has a big negative effect, but its strength is really outrageous, worthy of the name of a foundation-level skill! Time passed like this, and soon it was a month and a half later...
That day, Li Pingjuan called and scolded Xia Lin.
This also forced Xia Lin to interrupt his practice, knowing that he had gone too far...
How can someone eat the meals of dozens of people every day? And stay at home for a month and a half without going out? Raising pigs? Xia's mother sent an ultimatum: Either you should be a good student, or go back home and be the second son of the Xia family.
Xia Lin decisively chose the former.
…
Early the next morning, after a month and a half of absence from school, Mr. Xia finally set out to go to school.
At the doorstep, Xia Lin also saw his childhood sweetheart, Zhong Ying, for the “first time”.
She was wearing a cute school uniform, black leather shoes and half-length socks. She was only thirteen but already mature and graceful, worthy of the title of school belle.
Since the two lived very close to each other and had a good relationship, they usually went to school together by the same car, with Zhong Ying's car being used while Xia Lin's car being used.
Today, Xia Lin was the one driving, and Yuan Yao was the driver.
The spacious and clean nanny car was filled with fragrance.
After Xia Lin got in the car, Zhong Ying started looking for a topic.
It can be seen that this woman has a high emotional intelligence. Her words and actions give people a very comfortable feeling. Xia Lin also responded casually, still thinking about cultivation in his mind.
The thrill of becoming stronger is unparalleled.
Xia Lin has decided that after arriving at school, he will go directly to the principal and ask him to set aside a practice room for his own use, and let the school cafeteria take care of his meals.
This is simple for Xia Lin's identity.
Seeing Xia Lin's absent-minded look, Zhong Ying smiled but thought to herself MMP!
Do you know how I got through the past month and a half?
I have prepared everything, and you made me wait for a month and a half! ?
What kind of rubbish role are you calling a Grandmaster? Their time is valuable, right! ?
I even wanted to kill Xia Lin...
She even had the idea of directly attacking Xia Lin's villa, but was persuaded by the grandmaster who came to support her.
The organization's plan has reached a critical stage, and it is best not to attract the attention of the Yashou Sword Clan.
Attacking the villa directly would have too clear a purpose and would easily lead to backlash from the Eight Guardian Sword Clan.
The advantage of attacking a school is that it can be faked as a terrorist attack, thus hiding the true purpose of the organization.
However, just as Zhong Ying was thinking this, she saw Xia Lin suddenly turn around and look at her.
Faintly, Zhong Ying seemed to see a flash of blood in Xia Lin's eyes, but it quickly subsided.
It's like an illusion.
Xia Lin smiled and said, "What are you thinking about?"
Zhong Ying shook her head obediently: "Nothing, I just haven't seen you for a long time, and I missed you so much."
A thirteen-year-old boy could not stand such simple love words.
But Xia Lin could bear it.
Not only could he endure it, he could also sense Zhong Ying's fleeting murderous intent.
This made Xia Lin stretch himself hard, and the smile on his face became even wider.
"The interesting things are about to begin."
This sentence puzzled Zhong Ying until Xia Lin spoke again: "I mean, a happy school life."
Zhong Ying pouted and nodded: "School life is so boring without you."
…
Xia Lin had never expected that this identity replacement card (high) would be so convenient...
Xia Lin is still in a period of settling down, and his first goal is his identity mission: to restore his glory.
As for the main mission, Xia Lin currently has no idea - the mission will take fifteen years anyway, so there is no rush for the main mission.
But Xia Lin didn't look for trouble, but trouble still found Xia Lin.
From the murderous intent that flashed across Zhong Ying's face just now, Xia Lin smelled the scent of the main mission.
This is the convenience brought by the Identity Replacement Card (High).
"Then, I'll give you some respect."
The thought flashed through my mind.
Xia Lin pretended to be asleep in the car, but he had actually opened his personal information panel.
Based on the ten thousand martial arts, Xia Lin only had a thought, and three foundation-level skills appeared in Xia Lin's skill column! Xia Lin began to complete his skill set.
…
The vehicle drove into Puhua Central Colonel.
Due to school regulations, Yuan Yao could not enter the school and could only stay in a nearby waiting room, waiting for Xia Lin to finish school.
Xia Lin had no intention of using his privileges here. After bidding farewell to Yuan Yao, he entered the campus with Zhong Ying.
Everywhere you look, you can see students coming and going, dense vegetation, flowers and birds, and a quiet environment.
"You go to the classroom first. I need to see the principal to deal with the suspension."
Zhong Ying nodded and parted ways with Xia Lin, and Xia Lin went to the principal's office alone.
After a few words of small talk, the principal decisively arranged a practice room for Xia Lin and instructed the school cafeteria to start preparing meals.
This principal can be considered an upper-class person in this world.
But it is precisely because he is an upper-class person in this world that he knows the influence of the Eight Guardian Sword Clan and the significance of Xia Lin's identity.
This time, Xia Lin did not go to the classroom, but went straight into the school's practice room.
Just as Xia Lin left the principal's office, less than half an hour later, the door of the principal's office opened again.
The principal stood up suddenly, looking stunned.
"Mr. Zhong, why are you here? I didn't have any news from you before."
On the other side, the middle-aged man called Mr. Zhong snorted.
He did not respond to the principal's questions.
Suddenly, a sword light appeared, like a biting cold wind, passing across the principal's neck!
The next second, a fountain of blood gushed out, dyeing the ceiling red.
…
Yuan Yao, who had just entered the waiting room, suddenly stopped.
In the past, when he picked up Xia Lin from school, he would wait here to ensure Xia Lin's safety along the way.
Here, Yuan Yao also got to know some people - they were all bodyguards of the princes and princesses of various families.
Yuan Yao and his bodyguards even have a group chat for daily communication.
However, today, Yuan Yao did not see those familiar people here. Instead, he smelled the faint smell of processed blood.
Look inside the house.
Just as Yuan Yao entered the waiting room, three strange men in black had already stood up.
Standing up with them was Zhong Ying's bodyguard, a Grandmaster-level warrior of slightly weaker strength.
This made Yuan Yao grin: "Old Fang, can you give me an explanation?"
Zhong Ying's bodyguard, whose surname is Fang, sighed deeply.
"Go to hell and ask the King of Hell."
…
Just when Xia Lin had just completed the first round of training, a shrill alarm suddenly rang out throughout the entire Puhua Colonel.
A pre-recorded voice sounded on the radio.
"Earthquake drill! All students please leave the classroom in an orderly manner and go to a safe location!"
A noisy sound came from outside and gradually moved away, but then two footsteps sounded, one in front and one behind, slowly approaching.
As Yu Xialin watched, the door of the training room was slowly pushed open, and two figures walked into the training room of several hundred square meters, one in front and one behind.
The one who came was Zhong Ying.
The other person is also an acquaintance of Xia Lin.
But it was Zhong Qiming, the eighth of the Eight Guardian Sword Clan, the current patriarch of the Zhong family, and a Grandmaster! At this moment, Zhong Qiming was in front and Zhong Ying was behind, which had already shown their status.
Xia Lin raised his eyebrows in surprise and stood up immediately.
"Uncle Zhong, why are you here?"
As they were both from the Eight Sword Guardians, Xia Lin naturally knew Zhong Qiming.
As the head of the Zhong family of the Eight Guardian Sword Clan, Zhong Qiming's strength is average...
The Zhong family is not like the Xia family which has only two or three cats, big and small. Their clan is huge with many members.
But they were still suppressed by the Xia family. The reason was that the gap in top-level combat power was too big! Saying that Zhong Qiming was a grandmaster was giving him face.
In fact, Zhong Qiming's strength is not comparable to that of the grand masters of other families. At most, he is slightly stronger than Yuan Yao, the champion of the martial arts competition, and the priests who have practiced the Eight Secret Martial Arts.
Opposite Xia Lin, the once amiable Uncle Zhong no longer pretended.
He squinted his eyes and looked at Xia Lin, his malicious intent quickly becoming apparent.
"Good boy, you made me wait so long..."
Gritting his teeth and saying this, Zhong Qiming used his finger as a sword and pointed it out. The sword light surged and pierced Xia Lin's Dantian! This finger was enough to destroy Xia Lin's martial arts foundation, leaving Xia Lin with no power to fight back!
However, the expected scene of Xia Lin being pierced by a sword did not happen.
Instead, a thumping sound was heard first, and then Xia Lin asked in astonishment: "Uncle Zhong, what's going on?"
Zhong Qiming's sneer froze on his face in an instant.
Because through the clothes that were pierced by the sword energy, Zhong Qiming could clearly see that Xia Lin's abdomen was unharmed and instead had a faint metallic luster.
[Nine-transformation Golden Body (Racial Heritage Level): Passive skill, martial arts exclusive skill. Your physical defense is greatly improved, and you gain excess resistance to abnormal states.]
Foundational level defensive skills.
Of course, the effect is just average...
Before, Xia Lin was obsessed with practicing the Hundred Damages Magic Art and did not carefully develop some powerful skills.
By cramming in the car, I was able to acquire some foundational skills, which also showed that my martial arts were too powerful.
However, it is more than enough to deal with Zhong Qiming, the fake grandmaster.
After all, if we don't talk about skills but only about race values and attributes, Xia Lin is not necessarily inferior to Zhong Qiming at this moment!
[Level: 6]
[Occupation: Warrior]
[Racial value: 3.5]
[Basic attributes: 2500! ]
The feedback Xia Lin received from Zhong Qiming's attack was...
This Zhong Qiming's attributes are no more than ten thousand.
"So, Uncle Zhong, what are you standing there for? Give me an explanation."
"What on earth is going on here?"
As he spoke, Xia Lin stood up.
And Zhong Qiming and Zhong Ying's eyes widened wider and wider!
Because they saw that as Xia Lin slowly stood up, Xia Lin's body shape was changing dramatically! [Demon Disintegration. Ghost Form (Racial Heritage Level): Active skill, martial arts exclusive skill. Consume 1000 points of mental power to activate this skill. After the skill is activated, your attributes will be temporarily doubled, and your physical defense will be greatly improved! This skill lasts for 1 hour, and the cooldown time is 1 hour! ]
This skill is very telling.
Because the cooldown time is the same as the duration, it is equivalent to a passive skill with consumption.
But in fact, this skill has an effect that I don’t know if it can be called a negative effect.
——This skill will distort the user's physical form.
Just like right now! Under the gaze of Zhong Qiming and Zhong Ying, Xia Lin's muscles expanded rapidly!
He was 1.75 meters tall, and quickly grew to 2 meters. His muscles bulged out and his clothes burst. His front was clearly grooved, and the muscles on his back condensed into a ghost face shape. He exuded the aura of a "Nine Dragon Strongman".
"Uncle Zhong? Uncle Zhong?"
"Hey, am I talking to you?"
"Are you crazy?"
Just as the five words "Crazy" rang in his mind, Xia Lin had already attacked! In the ghost form, Xia Lin's attributes successfully broke through 10,000 and reached a height of 17,500! And this kind of attribute has greatly surpassed the so-called master in this world and touched the edge of the great master.
On the other hand, Zhong Qiming is essentially just a fake grandmaster.
The wind howled, and along with it, there were layers of sonic booms.
Under Xia Lin's supersonic speed, the entire training room made of alloy was shaking wildly! But Zhong Qiming's fighting instinct and reaction ability should not be underestimated.
His strength is not as good as Xia Huangwei, but he is also a person who has fought his way to the top of the Zhong family.
The sword light flashed suddenly, and the long sword that Zhong Qiming had worn on his back had been unsheathed! He had already realized that the young man in front of him had become an opponent that was worthy of his full effort.
"Fox Sword. Shadow!"
The Zhong family of the Eight Sword Clan, in addition to the basic family rules, the fox sword is the second most precious secret of the clan!
The sound of the sword instantly filled Xia Lin's ears, as if it had a hallucinogenic effect.
The sword light was even more bizarre. There was clearly only one person with one sword, but in Xia Lin's eyes it seemed as if tens of thousands of swords were coming from all directions.
This skill has a good idea...
But the level is too low, only S level.
However, the negative effects of S-level skills cannot penetrate the defense of the Nine-Transformation Golden Body.
Ignoring all illusions and illusions, Xia Lin saw through the essence.
Without the interference of illusions, this move is exactly the same as the clown's.
A sinister smile suddenly appeared on Xia Lin's handsome face.
As a member of the Eight Sword Clan, Xia Lin did not use a sword, but raised his right hand and slapped it down.
Amid the roaring of blood and energy, at this moment Zhong Qiming suddenly felt as if the sky was falling.
[Heavenly Seal (Racial Heritage Level): Active skill, palm technique, martial arts exclusive skill. Consumes varying amounts of blood and energy to perform a powerful palm technique from top to bottom! When the Heavenly Seal takes effect, it will confuse the target's direction perception and add a strong deterrent effect! This skill has no cooldown time! ]
With one slap of his palm, the world turned upside down!
Zhong Qiming felt as if the world was turning upside down and he was even losing his balance. He barely raised the sword in his hand as a defensive gesture and tried to hurt Xia Lin's palm with the sword.
However, Xia Lin didn't care.
The blood and energy gained from practicing the Hundred Suns Magic Art was like a black glove, wrapping Xia Lin's right hand.
He slapped the sword right in the middle.
A sharp bending sound was heard, and the long sword carefully crafted from meteorite iron was broken into two pieces by Xia Lin's palm.
The palm force continued to forcefully strike Zhong Qiming's shoulder.
A dull collision sound suddenly broke out, and Zhong Ying's piercing scream suddenly rang out in the training room.
Zhong Qiming's blood sprayed all over Zhong Ying's head and face.
…
Xia Lin stopped after one strike.
In front of him, Zhong Qiming staggered back, holding half a long sword in his hand, looking at Xia Lin with fear in his eyes.
The left half of his body had been beaten to pieces by Xia Lin, his arm had completely disappeared, and his internal organs could be clearly seen through the wound.
But the vitality is still strong... Well, I can still live for about 80% of the time.
Xia Lin grinned at the seriously injured Zhong Qiming, then turned to look at the screaming Zhong Ying.
"Shh!"
He held his finger up to his mouth.
The familiar face and terrifying figure immediately silenced Zhong Ying.
"Now, can you speak?"
Xia Lin asked this with a smile, causing Zhong Qiming's breathing to stagnate and Zhong Ying to tremble all over.
Then Xia Lin pulled over a chair and sat down.
Looking at Zhong Qiming, Xia Lin spoke slowly.
"I'm curious why you came to see me."
"Can you explain to me the logic behind this?"
Killing is not Xia Lin's purpose.
People can be killed at any time.
The key is intelligence.
Compared to the lives of Zhong Qiming and Zhong Ying, the information they knew was obviously more valuable to Xia Lin.
There was a moment of silence.
Until Xia Lin's roar sounded again.
"say!"
This voice made Zhong Ying tremble violently, and she spoke quickly with a crying voice.
"We...we are here to take your life...for...for..."
Zhong Qiming's weak voice was heard from the side.
"To break the wall."
"Break the wall?" Xia Lin tilted his head, deeply puzzled by these two words.
Seeing that Xia Lin seemed to be genuinely curious, Zhong Qiming struggled to stand up from the ground, took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket, took some medicine to treat his injuries, and spoke slowly.
"What was broken was the barrier guarded by the eight major families."
"In order to glimpse the truth and reach a higher peak in martial arts..."
The sound of "pa pa pa" was heard.
Xia Lin applauded Zhong Qiming.
“Good ambition.”
"But the question arises again... What kind of barrier are the eight major families guarding, and what truth do you want to see?"
After saying this, Xia Lin didn't wait for a reply.
I just saw Zhong Qiming slowly closing his eyes, as if he was determined to die.
"Is this a secret that you must protect even if you die?"
Xia Lin asked with a smile.
He looked at Zhong Ying again.
But he found that Zhong Ying had also gotten rid of her fear, and was biting her lower lip tightly, not ready to speak again.
This made Xia Lin nod his head in understanding.
"I'm not afraid of death, but I'm more afraid of revealing secrets..."
"Then it seems that there should be an organization behind you, and in this organization, there are people who are stronger than Uncle Zhong."
The logic is simple.
If Zhong Qiming was the leader of this organization, then under the current circumstances, there was no reason for him not to speak up and help Xia Lin clarify his doubts - with the leader dead, this organization would probably be in name only.
Unless it is Zhong Qiming, who is just a link in this organization, once more information is leaked, what awaits Zhong Qiming will be a reckoning more terrible than death.
"In that case..."
Xia Lin spoke slowly, and then a storm arose!
He exerted force with both feet and bounced up instantly, and appeared in front of Zhong Qiming in the blink of an eye. He used the second move, the Heaven Seal, and hit Zhong Qiming's soul right in the center.
With a "pop" sound.
Zhong Qiming's head exploded. Before Zhong Ying could scream again, Xia Lin had already slapped her in the face, making her dizzy.
"He is not afraid of death, but are you afraid of it?"
Xia Lin grabbed Zhong Ying's collar and asked her with a smile.
Then, as the thought came to him, a new skill appeared in the sixth skill column.
"Forget it. It doesn't matter whether you are afraid of death or not."
As he said this, Xia Lin's hand had already been placed on the top of Zhong Ying's head.
[Heart-eating Soul-stealing Technique (Racial Heritage Level): Active skill, martial arts exclusive skill. Consumes varying amounts of blood and energy to perform soul-searching techniques! The weaker the target, the higher the success probability; the more frightened the target, the higher the success probability! This skill has a cooldown of one month.]
Black blood flowed from Xia Lin's hands and penetrated into Zhong Ying's brain.
Her body trembled, she lost control of her bladder, and rolled her eyes as if she was in great pain.
Forced soul searching is not a pleasant experience.
But Xia Lin didn't care. After all, he wasn't the one who was unhappy...
After just a few minutes, the Heart-Eating Soul-Snatching Technique was completed and Xia Lin got what he wanted.
Zhong Ying, on the other hand, collapsed to the ground like mud, drooling from the corners of her mouth.
The soul-searching method of martial arts is far more violent than the soul-searching method of immortality.
After all this trouble, Zhong Ying has been turned into a vegetable.
Looking at Zhong Ying lying at his feet, Xia Lin sighed softly.
"Forget it, who made me kindhearted..."
He kicked Zhong Ying right in the heart and she died on the spot.
A slight sadness arose in my heart.
This is the emotion of the original owner of the body.
Xia Lin pinched his arm hard.
"Coward, this woman has bad intentions, why are you feeling sorry for her!?"
After saying that, he turned and left the practice room.
…
Outside the school, in the waiting room.
The bloody battle ended with both sides suffering losses.
Yuan Yao leaned against the wall, practicing his true energy with all his strength to restore his blood and energy as quickly as possible.
Of the four opponents facing him, two were killed and two were disabled.
Two of the survivors also practiced internal exercises in an effort to recover as quickly as possible.
The Grandmasters' battle has now entered the stage of a test of willpower.
But suddenly a shrill sound came from outside the window.
Two stones broke through the window and hit the temples of the two people opposite! The force was so great that it actually blew their heads off on the spot.
Yuan Yao was stunned by this scene. He dragged his tired body to the window, but did not see the person who made the move.
After a brief surprise, Yuan Yao came to his senses. He staggered out of the waiting room, broke into Puhua Middle School, and came to Class 3, Grade 2.
At this point, the earthquake drill has ended.
The students returned to their classes.
When he saw Xia Lin sitting in his seat holding a book and being safe and sound, Yuan Yao breathed a sigh of relief.
A feeling of fatigue came over me, but I still took out my phone and dialed Xia Huangwei's number.
…
Five o'clock in the afternoon.
The school bell rang and the students left the school in an orderly manner.
Xia Lin arrived at the parking lot, opened the car door, and saw Yuan Yao sitting in the driver's seat, with a faint smell of drugs on his body.
"Uncle Yuan, what's wrong with you?"
Xia Lin pretended to be puzzled and asked. Then he saw Yuan Yao start the car and said softly: "I got a few minor injuries while sparring with others. They are just superficial injuries..."
As the car started, Xia Lin said, "Wait, Zhong Ying hasn't come yet... She has been missing since this morning, and I don't know where she went..."
Yuan Yao stepped on the accelerator and then said, "At noon, Lao Fang told me that Miss Zhong has transferred to another school and something seems to have happened at home."
"By the way, didn't she say hello to you?"
Xia Lin shook his head in astonishment. Yuan Yao sighed, "Maybe he didn't want to add to the sadness of separation."
"Anyway, Master, don't blame me for being too talkative... Life is just like this, all things considered, most of us are just passers-by in life."
Yuan Yao chattered on and on as if he were a life mentor. Xia Lin pretended to listen attentively, but his mind couldn't help but recall the information he had obtained from Zhong Ying's mind.
Eight guards and barriers.
(End of this chapter)
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