Campus Beauty's Peerless Master

A black limousine sped silently, fast and steady.    

Inside the car, Yan Qingdi was looking out the window at the dark night. No one knew what he was thinking, but ever since he got in the car, he had been silent.    

A long time later.    

He slowly turned his gaze towards Ah Da, who was in the front passenger seat, and slowly said.    

"Ah Da, how strong is that bodyguard?"    

"I don't know."    

Ah Da seemed to have already expected this question, but he still gave an answer that surprised Yan Qingdi. After saying that, Ah Da's face couldn't help but turn serious.    

"How is he better than you?"    

"I don't know." The same sentence had two meanings. After saying that, Ah Da quickly added, "There's no competition, so I can't be sure who's stronger and who's weaker."    

Silence.    

After a long while, Yan Qingdi opened his mouth again, "Where's that Young Master Zhang?"    

This time, Ah Da did not immediately reply like before. His expression became even more puzzled, even hesitating as he spat out a sentence.    

"I can't see through him!"    

Hm?    

After hearing that, Yan Qingdi's calm expression finally changed. He raised his head and stared at the back of Ah Da, "With your strength, you can't see through him?"    

Ah Da did not immediately answer, as if he was trying hard to remember something. In the end, he shook his head, "I can't see, I've never seen that kind of expression before."    

"That's right …"    

When he said that, Yan Qingdi's tone was full of meaning. That pair of eyes also left a deep impression on him. It wasn't sharp, nor was it aloof. It was calm, terrifyingly calm.    

Ever since he started to pay attention to Zhang Yang, Yan Qingdi had been observing him from different directions. No matter if he was talking, thinking, smiling, or doing anything, his black eyes never moved. It was as if nothing was related to him.    

At that time, Yan Qingdi was already a bit surprised. He didn't even bother to observe from a close distance, but the result still didn't change. This made him curious again, because it was the second time he saw such a calm and emotionless eye in his memory.    

The first time was when he coincidentally met a Super Expert of the Ancient Martial Sect.    

At this moment, a cold voice was heard. It was the young woman sitting next to Yan Qingdi.    

"Aren't you guys just deliberately mystifying? In my opinion, he's only an arrogant popinjay; to the extent that even I'm starting to suspect if he's someone from the Zhang Family s."    

Hearing her words, Yan Qingdi smiled and did not refute her. He knew that once she established certain facts, it would be very difficult for her to change her opinion because of external factors.    

"What? You don't seem to agree with me?" The young woman clearly didn't have any intention of letting Yan Qingdi go.    

"Cough, cough."    

Yan Qingdi coughed dryly and looked at the young girl, "Qing Er, I want to ask you a question, do you think the General Assembly won't fear me?"    

"Reverence?" The young woman was startled and frowned, "What do you mean?"    

Yan Qingdi did not give an answer directly. He looked at Ah Da, "Ah Da, answer me, I want the truth."    

"No way!"    

A-Da answered without any hesitation. Yan Qingdi laughed silently, while the young woman fell into deep thought. Her eyes wandered around and felt slightly relieved.    

Yan Qingdi's voice sounded again.    

"Ah Da is the family's bodyguard for me. He is very strong, he will definitely obey my orders, block the bullets for me, and die for me. He is absolutely loyal to me."    

With a sudden change in topic, Yan Qingdi said slowly, "But, Ah Da will not express the admiration and fear from the bottom of his heart."    

"Why?"    

"Because Ah Da is a powerful warrior. A powerful warrior will only truly admire a powerful warrior. That is the pride in their hearts."    

After pausing for a moment, Yan Qingdi continued, with an extremely confident tone, "From that bodyguard's eyes, I saw not only admiration, but also fear, so I determined that this Young Master Zhang, must be the Ancient Fighter!"    

"..."    

At the same time, Zhang Yang and Ouyang Zhanyan's car had already stopped in front of a high-end residential area.    

"My dad isn't used to living in a villa. Ever since my mom left, he's been living in this district. You've been there once before, so you should remember this place, right?"    

Zhang Yang nodded and said seriously, "Thank you. This time, consider that I owe you a favor."    

"Then it's twice?" Ouyang Zhanyan beamed with joy. Her beautiful eyes were like two crescent moons. Without waiting for Zhang Yang's response, she immediately said, "Alright, you guys can leave."    

With that, he started up Maserati and drove into the district. Zhang Yang also signaled Tia Xiong to turn around and quickly move forward.    

Because he had been here before, Zhang Yang was familiar with this place. However, he stopped on the way and bought a lot of food in the supermarket, just in case he needed it.    

Soon, they entered a nice villa and stopped in front of a white wall and red roof villa.    

After parking the car and entering the villa, Zhang Yang said to Tia Xiong without stopping his footsteps.    

"Xiong, I need to go into closed-door training for a few days. Protect me. Remember, no one is allowed to disturb me."    

"Don't worry, Elder Brother Yang." Tia Xiong's eyes lit up as he patted his chest and promised, "I'll be staying in the living room!"    

After saying that, a touch of curiosity appeared on Tia Xiong's face. He rubbed the back of his head and looked at Zhang Yang with a muffled voice, "Elder Brother Yang, that..." "What if Miss Ouyang enters your room …"    

"No one!"    

Zhang Yang said decisively. He didn't intentionally hide anything, but he knew that the villa was being cleaned every day by the hour workers to prevent those people from disturbing him.    

With that, Zhang Yang casually chose a room to enter.    

After he closed the door, Tia Xiong pulled over a chair and sat at the door like a gate god. He didn't move at all and never gave a discount to any of Zhang Yang's orders.    

Entering the room, Zhang Yang looked around. It was a clean bedroom with a light fragrance in the air. He sat down at a table and flipped his wrist. A wooden box appeared in his hand.    

When he opened it, he saw that it was the bronze artifact that was like a blade, but not like a sword.    

War Country's dragon carving bronze sword, this was the name given by the auction, but Zhang Yang knew, this wasn't a bronze sword at all, but a Pattern Artifact, a Pattern Artifact that even he couldn't see through.    

All he knew was that the dragon carving on the Pattern Artifact was actually a magic tattoo!    

When he focused on the engravings on the sword, Zhang Yang hesitated. In the end, he didn't open the Forbidden Eye. He couldn't help but treat his experience at the auction very seriously.    

Weng! *    

When a Star Power was infused into it, it immediately trembled slightly and let out a buzzing sound. However, the buzzing sound only lasted for a moment before it returned to its normal calm. The Star Power then disappeared like mud sinking into the sea.    

Zhang Yang looked relieved and let out a silent sigh. It was just as he had guessed. With his current cultivation level, the chances of locking onto the tattoo was almost zero.    

In Devil Pattern Continent, there were two types of Pattern Artifact. The first type was a master killing weapon, while the second type was a support type, just like the Pattern Tripod.    

However, the main killing Pattern Artifact was different. Only after sealing the demonic marks within the Pattern Artifact and refining and fusing them could they be used. Other than that, there was no other way.    

This was because after the Devil Pattern Master advanced to the Earth Realm, the meridians and meridians in his body would connect on their own, forming a magic imprint in his body. When using external objects, one had to use the magic imprint in his body as the foundation for locked down and fusion, in reality, it was equivalent to a part of the extended magic imprint in his body.    

Although Zhang Yang was already at the Earth Level, it was clear that he was still unable to refine it.    

Right now, although he could live forever and the Star Power could also attack him from the outside, the truth was that with his current realm, transforming into a physical attack outside of his body was one of the most time-consuming methods of the Star Power. Furthermore, there was a limit to the distance he could attack, so there was no need to talk about how nimble he could be.    

As long as it was in the range of the Spiritual Consciousness, and its speed was faster than lightning, its sensitivity... There was no sensitivity to that. He could use it however he wanted. In modern terms, it was thought control.    

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Yang decided to look at the real face of the Pattern Artifact.    

Immediately, he waved both of his arms, drawing out mysterious traces. At the same time, he spat out a long and obscure syllable.    

Seven Star Truth Searching Technique, breaking through the limits of reality.    

Finally, a resplendent light was shot out and instantly submerged into it.    

"Crack!"    

A crisp sound filled the air, and the bronze artifact began to crack apart at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye. To be exact, what was shattered was only a blank space without magic prints.    

Soon after, a buzzing vibration occurred, and a blinding light flashed, instantly restoring its original form.    

When he looked over, Zhang Yang's face was filled with an unprecedented expression of concentration. In an instant, his face was filled with ecstasy.    

This was a knife that was only the width of a thumb, was as long as a finger, was sparkling and translucent like jade, and its blade was as light as paper.    

Flying Knife!    

Zhang Yang was surprised and happy at the same time. In his confusion, he soon felt relieved. No wonder it was a Flying Knife without a sword hilt!    

Forcefully suppressing the throbbing in his heart, Zhang Yang reached out and gently touched it. In an instant, a bone-piercing chill spread throughout his body. The Flying Knife was small, but its bright blade edge caused the surrounding air to drop.    

This kind of situation was not surprising, because the devil tattoos themselves were an extremely mysterious existence. In the Devil Pattern Continent, the weapons of the Super Expert were themselves a devil tattoo.    

This was the meaning behind the so-called divine weapons in the world.    

Of course, the Flying Knife in front of him had not reached that high of a height yet. In Zhang Yang's eyes, that dragon carving magic tattoo was actually another form of Flying Knife.    

Looking at it now, the Flying Knife was crystal clear and as thin as a cicada's wing. Although there were no magic prints on its surface, there were magic prints flowing within it.    

Zhang Yang's eyes slightly squinted as he stared at the finger length of the Flying Knife and fell into deep thought.    

A long time later.    

As if having made some sort of decision, Zhang Yang's wrist flipped and a long wooden box appeared on the table. He opened it gently and found a Dragon Xuan Paper within.    

He decided to use his veins as a pathway and his own body as a mark to create the Pattern Treasure.