Conceited Immortal On Campus

Under the sunlight, it was hard to see his face clearly.    

However, Chen Yi roughly knew the identity of the newcomer. Even he did not notice that he had been here before.    

He looked at the high and mighty figure and let out a soft breath.    

Among the Fallen Angels, he had killed a person a hundred years ago.    

Back in China, the head of a certain family was assassinated. Lin Yuncang was busy in the Sixth Mountain and could not get away. Since he had heard about it, he decided to make a trip overseas.    

A man dressed in black charged into the Fallen Angel headquarters alone. With just a single strike, he killed the world-shaking Fallen Angel Master.    

However, there was one person who held the same black divine spear in his hand to stop him. However, back then, he was only equivalent to a Inner Strength Stage Martial Master in China.    

Killing the master of a major power was enough to warn Chen Yi that he had never tried to kill him back then.    

However, he never thought that he would end up like this.    

The person in front of him had obviously reached the True Lord realm. Compared to the God of Thunder from the Temple of Gods back then, he was still stronger than the God of Thunder from the Temple of Gods.    

In a hundred years, Chen Yi had reached the peak of the Golden Core realm. Because of the reformation of the secret technique of the calamity of the heavens and earth, the ant that he disdained killing in the past had already grown to such an extent.    

Chen Yi wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth and let out a mouthful of foul air.    

Within his body, the Elemental Swallowing Spell circulated. The divine spear from before had caused his Inner Palace to tremble, and that was why blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.    

This wasn't a serious injury, but Chen Yi's brows were slightly furrowed, and the killing intent in his eyes was even more concentrated.    

"If I didn't die back then, and entered China a hundred years later, did I come here to seek death?"    

Chen Yi held the Blade Sheath in his hand. He lightly shook it, and there was a mark on the ground.    

He looked at the newcomer and suddenly stomped his foot, rushing towards the unfinished building.    

The person upstairs did not seem to have expected that Chen Yi's strength had already weakened to such an extent. He actually dared to take the initiative to attack.    

"Do you really think that you are still the same old Ancestor Chen!? If I did not see it with my own eyes, I would not dare to believe it!"    

"A dignified Huaxia Ancestor Chen is actually this weak!?"    

"If it wasn't for your eyes and tone, I would have thought that I got the wrong person!"    

The person upstairs was speaking. He looked at Chen Yi flying up and down the walls. The walls were like the ground, his steps were like flying, but his face did not have the slightest bit of fear.    

Whether it was the fight between Chen Yi and Jeff or his probing just now, he had already understood Chen Yi's strength.    

He had not heard from this Huaxia Ancestor Chen for many years. He was afraid that something unexpected had happened.    

According to rumors, several hundred years ago, there were people who claimed to be high and mighty in Huaxia. In this world, how could there be people who really lived for several hundred years?    

On top of the tall building, the person condensed his palm. Wisps of black energy turned into a divine spear in his palm.    

He looked down at Chen Yi with excitement in his eyes.    

Killing the Ancestor Chen of China. This was He Rong's honor. If he could do it, his name would shake the world.    

Even Fallen Angels had to respect him.    

However, Chen Yi's insufferable power still made him feel a lingering fear.    

Immediately, he did not hold back. He held the black divine spear in his hand, and in an instant, it fell down.    

He only saw this divine spear piercing down. The speed of the divine spear was too fast. In the blink of an eye, it was almost in front of Chen Yi.    

Chen Yi's eyes were spinning. His body suddenly flashed and swept past the black divine spear.    

The person upstairs was not surprised. After all, it was a Ancestor Chen that had once suppressed the hundred kingdoms and made it difficult for them to breathe. He did not expect to kill it in one strike.    

Immediately, his back shook, and thirteen black divine spears appeared.    

The bald old man's eyes were filled with killing intent. His palms moved repeatedly. In an instant, it was as if thirteen black divine spears had sealed off all of Chen Yi's escape routes. They even carried a shocking power as they charged towards Chen Yi.    

Chen Yi looked at the thirteen black divine spears intertwining. His pupils kept rotating, and his body was changing along with his eyes.    

In an instant, the thirteen black divine spears missed Chen Yi's body.    

Chen Yi passed by the black divine spears unscathed. He jumped up and appeared in front of the old man.    

The old man looked at Chen Yi and squinted his eyes, "The dignified Ancestor Chen of Huaxia, you don't even dare to block the attack of a nobody like me?"    

"I'm very curious. What would happen if the Shrines and the other powers knew that you are so weak?"    

The old man seemed to be mocking and ridiculing him.    

Chen Yi held the Blade Sheath in his hand. The Elemental Swallowing Spell in his body circulated, and his pair of golden eyes shone brighter than the sun.    

As he slashed out, a golden blade light appeared in the world.    

However, the old man took a step back and floated out.    

He did not face it head on, but the roof of the building, which was several meters in length, was cut off by Chen Yi's blade.    

The old man murmured something. Behind him, black hands were attacking Chen Yi.    

Each hand was formed by a secret force he had cultivated.    

There were too many cultivation systems in the big world. The old man had cultivated. More like the legacy of a tribe.    

It was like magic, but it was different from magic.    

Dozens of black hands moved, and the Blade Sheath in Chen Yi's hand slashed out again and again.    

Every slash that landed on the black hand was like cutting steel.    

The magic power in Chen Yi's body was too weak after all. The seven realms of martial arts corresponded to the construction of the sixth realm. He was at the middle, middle, and lower levels of the Foundation Establishment realm. He was at the Qi Refinement realm. The middle and lower levels of the Qi Refinement stage were comparable to the upper level of the Qi Refinement stage.    

The difference was too great. Even though Chen Yi had thousands of years of heritage, it was still difficult to shake him.    

Chen Yi naturally knew the gap between them. If the Profound Origin Qi Gathering Pill was completed, he could break through to the Qi Cultivating Stage realm in one fell swoop, perhaps killing this old man wouldn't require too much effort.    

Unfortunately, how could there be so many ifs in this world!?    

Black hands interweaved, Chen Yi's body twisted and turned, and the Blade Sheath in his hand slashed out continuously.    

Bang! Bang! Bang!    

On the roof, knife marks and holes appeared. The entire unfinished building seemed to be on the verge of collapse under the tremendous force.    

At this moment, Chen Yi's speed suddenly increased. He held the Blade Sheath in his hand and actually passed through the layers of dark hand and charged towards the bald old man.    

The old man was shocked. Even he had never thought that Chen Yi would suddenly explode.    

Immediately, he shouted. At the tip of his finger, a ring that looked like a bee's tail was suddenly lifted up and blocked Chen Yi's blade.    

Weng!    

The old man's finger had been broken in an instant and was almost cut off.    

The old man looked at Chen Yi with a pained expression. He became even more furious. With a roar, the dark hand in the surroundings turned around and charged at Chen Yi.    

Chen Yi was about to step out, but at this moment, the old man's other hand tore apart another hexagram magic diagram.    

On his body, a magic array that covered an area of nearly seven meters suddenly appeared.    

In an instant, Chen Yi's body seemed to have become dozens of times heavier.    

Chen Yi frowned. The Foundation Building Spiritual Altar in his body rotated crazily and stepped out of the gravity.    

Even so, under the influence of the magic array, five of the dozen or so dark hands landed on Chen Yi's body.    

In an instant, Chen Yi heard the banging sounds coming from Chen Yi's body. He let out a deep groan.    

A large mouthful of blood was spat out from his mouth. This time, it was completely different from before.    

His body rolled a dozen times on the roof of the building before stopping.    

When the bald old man saw this scene, he laughed out loud, "Hahaha, this is China's medicinal Ancestor Chen!"    

"Too embarrassing, it's simply a joke!"