"Hurry up, don't disturb my breathing."

Lin Beichen waved his hand impatiently.

He could see that the group of sword cultivators surrounding the Sword Immortal Academy were basically casual cultivators with unclear brains. Good material for cannon fodder.

Don't think about it, it should be used by someone.

It seems that it doesn't have to be strong, but smart.

Once a person is in a group mood, it is easy to lose individuality, lose independent thinking, become hyperactive and follow the crowd unconsciously...

This reminded Lin Beichen that when he was in college, there was another car smashing incident on campus.

The cause of that incident was that the Passat owned by the owner of the supermarket on campus scratched a female student’s bicycle. No one was injured. It was originally a simple incident where both parties were responsible. Later, because of the arrogant attitude of the supermarket owner, it quickly fermented on the school BBS. , four or five hundred students gathered at the scene, and he went to the evening self-study to watch the fun, and was quickly overwhelmed by the excitement of the crowd. He, who claimed to be rational, unknowingly became a student among the students who smashed cars. A member of...

At that time, he was a senior senior who claimed to be logical and tactful.

So the martial arts masters in front of me are the same.

Placed in a small place, it is probably a big man who controls thunder and lightning.

But in today's Baiyun City, he can only be a fool who was tricked into being cannon fodder.

Because those who fooled them were stronger.

"You...you are too arrogant."

"City Lord Baiyun asked us to come, you... we will go back and sue you."

"We discussed with you with good words, but you actually killed someone?"

Some people are serious and honest.

The anger in their hearts, Lin Beichen, a bastard, doesn't talk about martial arts, and kills people as soon as he comes up, can't we communicate well?

And there is no step between the words.

Everyone is a strong master, don't you want to lose face?

Lin Beichen couldn't help laughing when he saw the cowardly look of these guys.

"Go away, don't delay my affairs here."

He waved impatiently.

Among the crowd, a scarlet swordsman with light armor, who seemed to be a ruthless young man on weekdays, was directly angered by Lin Beichen's shameless gesture.

He poked his neck, revealing his arrogant temper, gritted his teeth and said, "Hey, if you don't give me an explanation today, I will not leave [One Sword to the End] Wen Zhaolun. There are so many of us, we have the ability, You killed us all...uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

Before he finished speaking, his mouth was covered in panic by the people behind him.

The faces of the people behind Wen Zhaolun, the 'Barrier', all turned pale with fright.

You stupid bastard, don't drag us if you want to die.

Didn't you see the guy who wanted to die last time, all the bones and dregs left after he was killed?

"Scroll or not?"

Lin Beichen said: "I counted to three times, and they all disappeared within a kilometer of the Sword Immortal Academy, otherwise..."

Guang Jiang flicked the whip very cooperatively.

There are traces of electric light floating in the air.

A naked threat.

Wen Zhaolun subconsciously had a savage instinct, and once again cocked his neck, he opened his mouth to say something, but was immediately stabbed by the person behind him...

"Ah!"

He screamed.

Lin Beichen took a breath and said, "One..."

The next moment, he rushed out directly.

Bang bang bang.

One punch and one kick, as if

Like a tiger treading on a flock of sheep, he rushed into the group of sword cultivators, and started beating him with fists as big as casserole.

"Ah..."

"Didn't you say count to three?"

"Liar, just said something!"

Amidst the screams and howls of ghosts and wolves, each and every sword cultivator flew out like stone **** thrown by a trebuchet, with bruised noses and swollen faces.

The teeth are flying around.

Nosebleeds are also flying around.

Gold coins are 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 in different directions in Baiyun City...

But this time, Lin Beichen held back.

No profound energy was used.

It's just a lesson for their flesh.

It didn't kill people.

Most seriously injured.

It's not that easy to die.

Of course, I left a little bit by the way.

He pointed to the storage bag that had been snatched off the ground without anyone knowing it, and said to Guangjiang: "Put it all away, sort out the garbage, keep the ones you like, and use the rest Organize them by category and give them to me.”

Guang Jiang screamed 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 that my bag licking technique is unfamiliar, not as good as my brother, especially this living person's bag licking technique, I really need to practice it..."

He was doing self-reflection in his heart.

Among the sword cultivators who were shot flying just now, there seemed to be several items on their bodies that hadn't been taken off.

Hey.

Not only are my skills unfamiliar, but I also seem to have become more merciful recently.

They scolded me viciously, but I just hit them lightly.

In addition, they just confiscated some things and imposed a small fine.

…

…

In the distance.

In a ruin.

A few Jianxiu crawled out with bruised noses and swollen faces.

"I thought I was going to die..."

"Yeah, I didn't expect to be only slightly injured."

"This Lin Beichen is really too arrogant...it's not unreasonable at all."

"Come on, it's good to be able to survive. The strength of that brain-damaged dude is too terrifying. It's just a few punches and kicks, and it knocked all of us into the air. There is no one who can hold him back , if he wanted to kill us, maybe we would have died long ago.”

"We are being used."

"The people of 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 too...can't be picked up by Lin Beichen, I heard that this person has a nickname, called the corpse-touching madman, he even touches the corpse, let alone us?"

"Go and get it back, this is simply a robber."

"Do 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, and after being stimulated, he dares to do anything."

A group of people hesitated, and in the end, no one dared to really go back. They were angry and hated, but they could only endure it.

"What are you afraid of? He still

Kill us all? Let's go together..."

[One Sword to the End] Wen Zhaolun crawled out of the ruins cursingly, dragged his broken leg, pressed the sword wound on his waist, and said: "I don't know if it was that despicable villain who stabbed me earlier. Otherwise, I would have killed Lin Beichen by myself, alas, the villain misled me."

Others immediately looked at him with contempt.

It's not that someone stabbed you with a sword just now, I'm afraid you have brought everyone together to destroy it.

Stay away from this idiot.

Otherwise, when God punishes him, it is easy to implicate the people next to him.

Whoosh whoosh.

Everyone turned into a sword light, but they left.

"Bah. A bunch of cowards."

[One Sword to the End] Wen Zhaolun stood on the spot and thought for a while, and decided to temporarily give up the trouble of looking for Lin Beichen tactically, and heal his injury first.

…

…

Sword Immortal Courtyard.

It's already afternoon.

Lin Beichen sat at the stone table in the yard with his chin resting on his hands, his face gradually becoming anxious.

There are less than six hours left before the KEEP accidental acceleration mission [The Rise of the Sword Immortal Academy] will end.

But there are still two problems that have not been overcome.

Half-step celestial being still lacks one—Qianqian, who Lin Beichen placed high hopes on, has not been promoted to half-step celestial being.

There is also a young disciple named Peng Yiliang, who has a simple and honest face and works very hard, but he is still only an eighth-level martial arts master, and has not been promoted to a peak martial arts master.

One head and one tail, one up and one down.

The progress of the task is stuck.

"It seems that I must be stuck with a BUG."

Lin Beichen gradually made up his mind.

It was already very unusual for a group of sword cultivators to make trouble outside the Sword Immortal Academy.

Lin Beichen felt an unprecedented sense of urgency.

He screened all the candidates from each academy that had been introduced by his beautiful little uncle Yin Shan before, 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 you take some hormones or something, you should be able to recover soon.

As for the other guy who is holding back...

"Come here."

Lin Beichen beckoned Hanhan 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 of the great master realm before sunset, If there is still no movement, then I will fire you..."

The young man took the green fruit tremblingly.

Lin Beichen stood up and said: "Until I come back, everyone is not allowed to leave the Sword Immortal Academy, continue to practice, don't relax...Guangjiang, brother, supervise me, whoever is not obedient, just Don't give me Pope Lin face."

Seeing the harshness of his words, even Qianqian didn't dare to be offended.

Lin Beichen arranged everything, got up and left the Sword Immortal Academy, and went to the Sword Array 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.

The battle broke out immediately.

"Ah..."

"Stop them."

"Hurry up, report to the city lord."

A swordsman named Baiyun City fell into a pool of blood.

The sword cultivators entered the City Lord's Mansion.

------

Good night

"Hurry up, don't disturb my breathing."

Lin Beichen waved his hand impatiently.

He could see that the group of sword cultivators surrounding the Sword Immortal Academy were basically casual cultivators with unclear brains. Good material for cannon fodder.

Don't think about it, it should be used by someone.

It seems that it doesn't have to be strong, but smart.

Once a person is in a group mood, it is easy to lose individuality, lose independent thinking, become hyperactive and follow the crowd unconsciously...

This reminded Lin Beichen that when he was in college, there was another car smashing incident on campus.

The cause of that incident was that the Passat owned by the owner of the supermarket on campus scratched a female student’s bicycle. No one was injured. It was originally a simple incident where both parties were responsible. Later, because of the arrogant attitude of the supermarket owner, it quickly fermented on the school BBS. , four or five hundred students gathered at the scene, and he went to the evening self-study to watch the fun, and was quickly overwhelmed by the excitement of the crowd. He, who claimed to be rational, unknowingly became a student among the students who smashed cars. A member of...

At that time, he was a senior senior who claimed to be logical and tactful.

So the martial arts masters in front of me are the same.

Placed in a small place, it is probably a big man who controls thunder and lightning.

But in today's Baiyun City, he can only be a fool who was tricked into being cannon fodder.

Because those who fooled them were stronger.

"You...you are too arrogant."

"City Lord Baiyun asked us to come, you... we will go back and sue you."

"We discussed with you with good words, but you actually killed someone?"

Some people are serious and honest.

The anger in their hearts, Lin Beichen, a bastard, doesn't talk about martial arts, and kills people as soon as he comes up, can't we communicate well?

And there is no step between the words.

Everyone is a strong master, don't you want to lose face?

Lin Beichen couldn't help laughing when he saw the cowardly look of these guys.

"Go away, don't delay my affairs here."

He waved impatiently.

Among the crowd, a scarlet swordsman with light armor, who seemed to be a ruthless young man on weekdays, was directly angered by Lin Beichen's shameless gesture.

He poked his neck, revealing his arrogant temper, gritted his teeth and said, "Hey, if you don't give me an explanation today, I will not leave [One Sword to the End] Wen Zhaolun. There are so many of us, we have the ability, You killed us all...uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

Before he finished speaking, his mouth was covered in panic by the people behind him.

The faces of the people behind Wen Zhaolun, the 'Barrier', all turned pale with fright.

You stupid bastard, don't drag us if you want to die.

Didn't you see the guy who wanted to die last time, all the bones and dregs left after he was killed?

"Scroll or not?"

Lin Beichen said: "I counted to three times, and they all disappeared within a kilometer of the Sword Immortal Academy, otherwise..."

Guang Jiang flicked the whip very cooperatively.

There are traces of electric light floating in the air.

A naked threat.

Wen Zhaolun subconsciously had a savage instinct, and once again cocked his neck, he opened his mouth to say something, but was immediately stabbed by the person behind him...

"Ah!"

He screamed.

Lin Beichen took a breath and said, "One..."

The next moment, he rushed out directly.

Bang bang bang.

One punch and one kick, as if

Like a tiger treading on a flock of sheep, he rushed into the group of sword cultivators, and started beating him with fists as big as casserole.

"Ah..."

"Didn't you say count to three?"

"Liar, just said something!"

Amidst the screams and howls of ghosts and wolves, each and every sword cultivator flew out like stone **** thrown by a trebuchet, with bruised noses and swollen faces.

The teeth are flying around.

Nosebleeds are also flying around.

Gold coins are 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 in different directions in Baiyun City...

But this time, Lin Beichen held back.

No profound energy was used.

It's just a lesson for their flesh.

It didn't kill people.

Most seriously injured.

It's not that easy to die.

Of course, I left a little bit by the way.

He pointed to the storage bag that had been snatched off the ground without anyone knowing it, and said to Guangjiang: "Put it all away, sort out the garbage, keep the ones you like, and use the rest Organize them by category and give them to me.”

Guang Jiang screamed 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 that my bag licking technique is unfamiliar, not as good as my brother, especially this living person's bag licking technique, I really need to practice it..."

He was doing self-reflection in his heart.

Among the sword cultivators who were shot flying just now, there seemed to be several items on their bodies that hadn't been taken off.

Hey.

Not only are my skills unfamiliar, but I also seem to have become more merciful recently.

They scolded me viciously, but I just hit them lightly.

In addition, they just confiscated some things and imposed a small fine.

…

…

In the distance.

In a ruin.

A few Jianxiu crawled out with bruised noses and swollen faces.

"I thought I was going to die..."

"Yeah, I didn't expect to be only slightly injured."

"This Lin Beichen is really too arrogant...it's not unreasonable at all."

"Come on, it's good to be able to survive. The strength of that brain-damaged dude is too terrifying. It's just a few punches and kicks, and it knocked all of us into the air. There is no one who can hold him back , if he wanted to kill us, maybe we would have died long ago.”

"We are being used."

"The people of 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 too...can't be picked up by Lin Beichen, I heard that this person has a nickname, called the corpse-touching madman, he even touches the corpse, let alone us?"

"Go and get it back, this is simply a robber."

"Do 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, and after being stimulated, he dares to do anything."

A group of people hesitated, and in the end, no one dared to really go back. They were angry and hated, but they could only endure it.

"What are you afraid of? He still

Kill us all? Let's go together..."

[One Sword to the End] Wen Zhaolun crawled out of the ruins cursingly, dragged his broken leg, pressed the sword wound on his waist, and said: "I don't know if it was that despicable villain who stabbed me earlier. Otherwise, I would have killed Lin Beichen by myself, alas, the villain misled me."

Others immediately looked at him with contempt.

It's not that someone stabbed you with a sword just now, I'm afraid you have brought everyone together to destroy it.

Stay away from this idiot.

Otherwise, when God punishes him, it is easy to implicate the people next to him.

Whoosh whoosh.

Everyone turned into a sword light, but they left.

"Bah. A bunch of cowards."

[One Sword to the End] Wen Zhaolun stood on the spot and thought for a while, and decided to temporarily give up the trouble of looking for Lin Beichen tactically, and heal his injury first.

…

…

Sword Immortal Courtyard.

It's already afternoon.

Lin Beichen sat at the stone table in the yard with his chin resting on his hands, his face gradually becoming anxious.

There are less than six hours left before the KEEP accidental acceleration mission [The Rise of the Sword Immortal Academy] will end.

But there are still two problems that have not been overcome.

Half-step celestial being still lacks one—Qianqian, who Lin Beichen placed high hopes on, has not been promoted to half-step celestial being.

There is also a young disciple named Peng Yiliang, who has a simple and honest face and works very hard, but he is still only an eighth-level martial arts master, and has not been promoted to a peak martial arts master.

One head and one tail, one up and one down.

The progress of the task is stuck.

"It seems that I must be stuck with a BUG."

Lin Beichen gradually made up his mind.

It was already very unusual for a group of sword cultivators to make trouble outside the Sword Immortal Academy.

Lin Beichen felt an unprecedented sense of urgency.

He screened all the candidates from each academy that had been introduced by his beautiful little uncle Yin Shan before, 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 you take some hormones or something, you should be able to recover soon.

As for the other guy who is holding back...

"Come here."

Lin Beichen beckoned Hanhan 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 of the great master realm before sunset, If there is still no movement, then I will fire you..."

The young man took the green fruit tremblingly.

Lin Beichen stood up and said: "Until I come back, everyone is not allowed to leave the Sword Immortal Academy, continue to practice, don't relax...Guangjiang, brother, supervise me, whoever is not obedient, just Don't give me Pope Lin face."

Seeing the harshness of his words, even Qianqian didn't dare to be offended.

Lin Beichen arranged everything, got up and left the Sword Immortal Academy, and went to the Sword Array 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.

The battle broke out immediately.

"Ah..."

"Stop them."

"Hurry up, report to the city lord."

A swordsman named Baiyun City fell into a pool of blood.

The sword cultivators entered the City Lord's Mansion.

------

Good night