"It makes you laugh. This guy is quite thick-skinned and makes my palm hurt."

In everyone's surprised eyes, Jian Fengyun's figure slowly stepped out of the void.

Jian Fengyun was dressed in white, with calm steps and calm demeanor, and walked step by step to the elders of the Holy Academy and the special envoys from the Holy Academy headquarters.

"Sacred Academy student, Jian Fengyun, have met all elders and special envoys." Jian Fengyun smiled and greeted the senior executives of the Holy Academy in front of him.

"Jian Fengyun, what are you doing? As a student of the Holy Academy, he dares to attack the special envoy of the Holy Academy!" Before the special envoys of the Holy Academy were angry, Yinyi stepped forward first, and a look of anger appeared on the graceful elegance, reprimanding the authenticity.

Faced with Yinyi's anger, Jian Fengyun only glanced lightly on his face, a faint look flashed in his eyes, and he sneered: "Elder Yinyi, when I hit him, I was not a disciple of the Holy Academy. I was also the head guardian of the dean. As the head guardian, since someone is rude to the dean, I will naturally not be stingy in taking action."

"Boy, I care about you, what a guardian. Since I dare to hit me, I will kill you." The young man in the War God Temple who was fanned by Jian Fengyun suddenly stood up, and the emperor's power exploded instantly. A tiger-shaped magical phantom suddenly condensed from his fist in his hand.

"The supernatural power of the supreme level, the battle with the tiger fist!"

The young man in the Temple of War God punched out and was slapped in public by a young man from the Spirit King Realm. At this moment, he was already extremely angry and did not care whether this punch could be taken by a warrior from the Spirit King Realm.

Roar ~

A tiger roar suddenly sounded, and the dense metal laws on the fist of the young man in the War God Temple surged, turning into countless inscriptions of law surrounding the fist, breaking through the air with one punch, and directly hitting Jian Fengyun.

All the elders present had a slightly moved brow when they saw this scene. This punch was obviously not something that a warrior in the Spirit King realm could do.

Looking at the tiger fist coming towards him, Jian Fengyun's face did not change at all. He didn't even activate the sword energy. He just raised his arm slightly and stretched out his index finger calmly with his left hand.

Click!

The Battle Tiger Fist collided with all his strength on Jian Fengyun's fingers, making a crisp sound.

Everyone’s first thought was that Jian Fengyun’s arm was broken?

But the next moment, the young man in the Temple of War suddenly dropped his arm, and all the visions disappeared on his arm, and scarlet blood soaked his arm robe, spreading and dripping on the ground.

"ah--"

A scream like a pig slaughtering sounded, and everyone on the platform felt a stinging pain in the eardrum.

On the ground, the young man in the Temple of War was trembling with his left hand, holding his right arm stained with red blood. His body couldn't stand steadily due to pain, and he curled up on the ground.

"Qin'er." The old man from the Temple of War on the side saw this scene, his old face suddenly changed color, and he stepped forward suddenly, helping the boy from the Temple of War on the ground.

"Grandpa, my arms are ruined, ah--" the young man called Quan'er curled up and spoke tremblingly.

"The people in the Temple of War God are still so domineering. Unfortunately, this time you meet a soft persimmon that you can pinch as much as you want." Jian Fengyun gently lowered his arm and said.

"Congratulations to Master, Dacheng's Heaven-Swallowing Sword Body can instantly devour the opponent's power to replenish himself."

At this moment, the sound of the sword spirit of the Soul-Devouring Immortal Sword suddenly sounded in Jian Fengyun's heart.

Feeling the sword energy slowly gushing out of his body, Jian Fengyun's eyes moved slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. It seemed that the Tian-Swallowing Sword Body was indeed different from those divine bodies, but the Great-Success Realm could instantly devour all the attacks of a warrior in the Spirit Emperor Realm.

Although the young man in the Temple of War might not pay attention just now, it was after all the attack of a Spirit Emperor, and it was swallowed and transformed into sword energy, which was enough to show the power of the Tianshen Sword Body.

"Boy, you are so vicious. Quan'er is just a test, and you actually ruined one of his arms." The old man from the Temple of War beside him saw that the bone meridians in the young man's arm had broken, and he suddenly became angry.

Even though he was the Ninth Elder of the Temple of War God, his tens of thousands of years of mood became angry at this moment. No one could watch his grandson being slapped by others and his arms were ruined.

"Is that?" Jian Fengyun's mouth moved slightly, and his eyes were filled with cold light, not afraid of the anger in the old man's eyes. He said, "Your War Temple people first spoke rude to our dean, and then attacked me. Anyone with a discerning punch could see that ordinary warriors in the Spirit King realm would definitely die under the fist. Do you only allow your War Temple to treat people as lives as grass, and don't allow me to hurt your War Temple people?"

"I'm very curious, who gave you so courage to talk to me like this?" The old man in the War God Temple sank. The reputation of the War God Temple is absolutely not ordinary among the five realms. If only ordinary warriors in the Spirit King Realm would be scared to kneel down when they saw the people in the War God Temple. As a result, the young man in the Spirit King Realm in front of him could not help but feel awe at all, and he took action without any face.

"God? The old guy in the War God Temple is about the same life expectancy. If he loses those War Emperors, the War God Temple is just an ordinary big force." Jian Fengyun looked calm and glanced at the elder of the War God Temple and spoke immediately.

When the elder of the Temple of War Temple heard this, his dry face suddenly changed color, and his body shook violently, as if he had seen something incredible.

"You...how did you know?" The old man's cold voice suddenly sounded in Jian Fengyun's ears, and his eyes were filled with a cold murderous intent, as if he was about to kill Jian Fengyun if he had a disagreement.

Faced with the murderous aura that suddenly came to his face, Jian Fengyun replied lightly: "Why do I know you don't need to know, you just need to know, there is one person in the world who can keep them in the old antiques in your War Temple."

"Who?" The old man in the Temple of War shook his eyes, his face condensed, and his turbid eyes said coldly.

"I." Jian Fengyun raised his eyes slightly and said immediately.

"You!" The old man in the Temple of War turned cold and his murderous aura surged. "Why do you think I believe you?"

"Swallow it and you will believe it." Jian Fengyun looked calm, and he stretched out his hand, took out a brown pill from the storage ring and handed it to the old man in front of him.

The old man from the Temple of War took the pill handed over by Jian Fengyun in a suspicious manner, put the pill in his palm and felt it carefully before slowly putting it into his mouth.

The pill melted in his mouth, and the old man's turbid eyes suddenly widened and he blinked incredible ways.
Chapter completed!