And those disciples who had been mocking Chen Yang and gloating over his misfortune were now pale and sweating profusely.
They finally realized what kind of terrifying existence they had provoked before!
This seemingly harmless boy is actually a ferocious beast in sheep's clothing!
But Chen Yang didn't pay any attention to the reactions of the crowd at this moment.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes sweeping across the room, finally landing on Lingcai, who was not far away, with a pale face and blood at the corner of his mouth.
Lingcai struggled to get up, but found that he didn't even have the strength to stand.
He looked at Chen Yang in horror and asked in a trembling voice.
"Who are you?"
Chen Yang ignored him, just glanced at him lightly, and then shifted his gaze elsewhere.
Lingcai was even more frightened. He endured the pain and spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Why did you hide your cultivation and come to my Qinglian Holy Land? What is your purpose?!"
Chen Yang still didn't speak, as if he didn't hear what he said at all.
"And why is my natal longsword so close to you?!"
There was a hint of crying in Lingcai's voice. He had been Wen Yang for decades, but this was the first time he saw his own life-saving magic weapon have such a big reaction to others, and even wanted to escape from his control. This was simply unheard of!
Chen Yang still ignored him, but slowly turned around and walked out of the martial arts arena.
"You...you can't leave!"
"What happened to my Qinglian Sword? Please explain it to me!"
Seeing this, Lingcai suddenly became anxious. He struggled to get up, but fell to the ground weakly again.
He felt more than anyone else.
The reason why he was injured by Chen Yang's attack just now was not caused by Chen Yang alone.
It was the backlash of the natal weapon in his hand that caused him to be seriously injured to such an extent!
Even now, his natal sword, which had been warmed for decades, was still trying to break free from his hand and go to Chen Yang.
Lingcai's hoarse voice echoed in the martial arts arena, but it was like a stone thrown into a calm lake. Apart from causing a few ripples, there was no other response.
Chen Yang remained unmoved and even took two steps back.
"He's scared! He feels guilty!"
As Chen Yang took action, someone among the disciples behind Lingcai shouted.
The originally quiet road suddenly exploded.
"I knew it! He's only at the Foundation Establishment stage, how could he possibly defeat Senior Brother Lingcai? He must be using some sinister tactics!"
"That's right, he must have used some evil tricks, and now he feels guilty and wants to run away!"
"Humph, there's no way he can get away. We're not on the street now, we're in the Qinglian Holy Land!"
Those disciples who were frightened by Chen Yang before seemed to have found their backbone at this moment. They started shouting again as if they were injected with chicken blood.
"Boy, are you scared now? It's too late!"
The disciple with a pointed chin and monkey cheeks jumped out again and pointed at Chen Yang's nose and cursed.
"You dared to hurt Senior Brother Lingcai. If you don't kneel down and beg for mercy today, when the elders arrive, they will make sure you live and die!"
Others also echoed, and for a moment, all kinds of dirty words flooded towards Chen Yang like a tide.
Seeing this, Qingyao frowned slightly. She took a step forward and stood in front of Chen Yang. Her clear voice rang out in the noisy training ground.
"Enough! It was clearly Senior Brother Lingcai who provoked this matter first, and Master Chen was simply forced to fight back. Even if the elders come, I will report the truth and testify on Master Chen's behalf!"
After saying that, Qingyao turned to look at Chen Yang and said softly, "Master Chen, don't worry. This matter..."
However, before she could finish her words of comfort, she saw a hint of helplessness flash across Chen Yang's eyes.
The next moment, she felt her wrist tighten, and she was uncontrollably pulled aside by Chen Yang.
"What are you doing?"
Qingyao screamed as her wrist was suddenly grabbed. Having never had any close contact with the opposite sex, her cheeks suddenly turned red with embarrassment and she looked at Chen Yang in confusion.
Chen Yang didn't say anything, just looked at the sky calmly.
At this time, those clamoring disciples became even more angry when they saw Qingyao actually defending Chen Yang.
"Junior Sister Qingyao, what are you doing? Are you going to make enemies with all of us disciples of the Qinglian Holy Land just for an outsider?"
"That's right, who the hell is he? Is he worthy of you standing up for him?"
"Junior Sister Qingyao, don't be fooled by his pretty face. I think he's a spy with evil intentions!"
Hearing these words, Qingyao was furious. Just as she was about to open her mouth to refute, she saw Chen Yang suddenly raise his head, a playful smile on his lips, and said lightly: "Are you finished?"
Everyone was stunned by his sudden question and looked at each other in confusion.
However, before they could react, an extremely powerful aura suddenly descended from the sky!
Except for Chen Yang and Xue Qing, everyone present felt as if a huge mountain was pressing down on them!
Qingyao was fine as Chen Yang was holding her wrist, but the other disciples could not hold on for more than a breath before they fell to their knees, sweating profusely.
"Oh, this is really troublesome. Why do you have to use a sword..."
Chen Yang sighed helplessly. He originally wanted to walk to find the other party to avoid any accidents.
But when Ling Yong swung his sword at him just now, he knew that this idea was in vain.
There was no way that guy wouldn't recognize his sword intent.
He looked up at the sky with a helpless and doting smile.
A girl in a pink palace robe appeared above the martial arts field at some point.
The girl looked no more than twelve or thirteen years old, with skin as white as snow, eyebrows and eyes as picturesque, and delicate facial features as cute as a porcelain doll.
However, in stark contrast to her childish baby face is the majestic size of her figure.
Those two round and full breasts seemed to be about to burst through the restraints of the palace robe and were about to burst out, forming a very visually impactful contrast with her slender waist.
What's even more terrible is that no one knows where she got this pink palace gown from. Not only is it loose in style, but the neckline is also very low, revealing a large area of snow-white skin and deep cleavage.
As the girl breathed, the two plump breasts trembled slightly, as if they would break free from their restraints and jump out at any time.
The arrival of the girl in pink palace robe instantly froze the atmosphere in the entire martial arts arena.
All the disciples were stunned, staring at the scene in front of them in amazement.
Especially Qingyao, as an inner disciple of the Qinglian Holy Land, she naturally understood what it meant to have someone with such terrifying pressure.
"Master...Master?!"
Qingyao's voice trembled, her legs softened, and she actually knelt down in front of the girl in the pink palace robe.
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