Jian Fengyun looked at him, his face was full of delicate expression and childishness, his body exuded the breath of the Lingjun Realm, and he practiced the skills of the Holy Academy.

When Jian Fengyun looked at him, he smiled provocatively.

"Holy Mahatma, this young master originally sat first. I and the others arrived later. How could you be so rude!" Han Qin said dissatisfied.

When everyone at the table changed their expressions, they hurriedly looked at her.

However, the words had already been said, and seeing Han Qin so excited, the Mahatma's expression became a little ugly.

"Didn't you hear me?"

Suddenly, he made a move without warning, stretched his hand to Jian Fengyun's clothes, or wanted to pinch Jian Fengyun's neck.

No matter what he wanted to do, he failed when he reached Jian Fengyun's hand.

"I heard it, and I won't let it go, get out!"

Jian Fengyun's slender arms were blocking his chest, his five fingers were slender and his joints were clear, tightly clamping the arrogant hand of the Holy Mahatma.

The Holy Majesty was obviously unwilling to accept it, and the aura of the late stage of the Lingjun Realm on his body instantly surged out, crushing towards Jian Fengyun.

However, Jian Fengyun still had the peak aura of the Spirit Emperor Realm, and he seemed to be almost defeated.

The Holy Mahatma used his spiritual power, and the wooden board under his feet was immediately affected. The wooden blocks he was stepping on both sides raised and broke from the middle.

The powerful force continued to gather in his right hand, but no matter how hard he tried, all his spiritual power was like a stone sinking into the sea, and his hands could not move.

It was as if Jian Fengyun had been firmly controlled and could not break free.

Jian Fengyun didn't exert force, and sat there easily and casually, his thin figure showed terrible power.

"I don't believe it."

The Mahatma's brow condensed, and the power of the law in his body surged, and he was about to release his magical power to attack Jian Fengyun.

However, the power of the law in his body disappeared instantly as soon as it was activated. When one wisp was activated, it disappeared, as if it was swallowed by an invisible large mouth.

"Get out!"

Jian Fengyun's eyes moved slightly, and with a force, the Mahatma's people flew out of the window beside the table.

This Holy Mahatma is his target this time. According to the information provided by Wanbaolou, Holy Mahatma is the son of the great elder of the outer gate of the Holy Academy. He has a bad personality. He relies on his father's identity to accept bribes and help others open the back door to enter the Holy Academy, and also bully good and promote evil.

To deal with such a person, you don’t need to be polite to him and just do it.

This situation was beyond everyone's expectations. The Holy Mahatma himself failed to stabilize his body in the air in time, but instead fell into the crowd on the street, causing a lot of yelling and scolding.

"What a strong power!"

Han Qin and others saw Jian Fengyun and threw out the late stage of the Lingjun Realm, and were immediately surprised.

Although the Holy Mahatma is a bit arrogant, his cultivation is among the best in the younger generation of the Divine Emperor City and is well-known in the Divine Emperor City.

Not long after, the wooden wall in the window broke, and the Mahatma rushed back angrily, staring at Jian Fengyun with a fierce look.

There was shocking bruises on his left wrist.

"What's going on!"

As a fierce battle was about to begin, neat and unifying footsteps came from the stairs.

A team of well-equipped soldiers entered the sight of the people on the second floor.

Jian Fengyun just took a look and knew that these soldiers and the Holy Mahatma were all the same people, because they all exuded the aura of the Holy Academy's martial arts.

At this moment, they frowned, as if a dark cloud was approaching.

"The Holy Mahatma has an older brother who serves as the captain of the guard in the God Emperor City."

The information recorded in the information suddenly appeared in Jian Fengyun's heart.

"You're just causing trouble?"

The soldier captain shouted, his eyes fixed on Jian Fengyun.

Immediately, he led a team to surround Jian Fengyun, including Han Qin and others.

"Tell me clearly," said the soldier captain without any doubt.

The Holy Mahatma walked behind the captain, with a look of pride on his face, and looked at Jian Fengyun with a ruthless look on his face.

"It's over, this man is going to be finished. He doesn't know, does Mahatma's brother serve as the captain of the guard in the God Emperor City?"

"Yes, even if Saint Ango doesn't take action, Saint Mahatma's father is the great elder of the outer gate of the Holy Academy, Sheng Tianyun. As long as his father says something, this person will probably die on the street."

Around the teahouse, he started to talk in a low voice, looking at Jian Fengyun, his eyes full of sympathy.

Jian Fengyun didn't want to say anything more, and said calmly: "What's there to say, Captain Sheng'an."

"I know my identity and dare to attack my brother and take it away!"

The Saint An shouted coldly, then waved his hand and ordered.

The soldiers behind him rushed up like wolves and tigers, and were about to grab Jian Fengyun's arm and escort them away.

"No need to worry, I will leave myself."

Jian Fengyun glanced at him, then broke free from the soldiers' hands and stood among them.

"You'd better not use any tricks!"

Sheng'an glanced at Jian Fengyun coldly, then glanced at Han Qin behind him, as if there was a meaningful feeling.

"It's over. Sheng An obviously has targeted us. We didn't stop that man from attacking Sheng Mahatma. He will definitely be targeted by him in the city in the future."

"Our Han family has been suppressed by the Holy Academy. The head of the family repeatedly reminds us not to provoke the people of the Holy Academy. Now we are not only provoked, but also the son of the elder of the Holy Academy."

After Jian Fengyun was taken away, the three people beside her immediately looked at Jian Fengyun's back with a grievance.

"Don't say that, this young master offended the Mahatma because of us. If we hadn't sat here, the Mahatma wouldn't have had a dispute with him, and wouldn't have taken action." Han Qin was also very guilty. Although Jian Fengyun was not at a loss now, she knew that once he was taken away by Sheng'an and the others, it would be basically a bad situation.

"My lady, don't say that. Let's go quickly. If the elders in the family hear this, we will not be able to leave at that time."

A woman next to Han Qin immediately stood up and grabbed her hand.

"Yes, go quickly, don't wait for the Mahatma to come back to cause trouble, it will be really troublesome then."

The two people on the side also looked nervous and genuine.

After saying that, they stood up and stepped out of the teahouse.

They are from the Han family. Although they are not afraid of the people of the Holy Academy on the surface, the Holy Academy has obviously suppressed the Han family in recent years. If the Holy Academy is strong, the Han family cannot resist it.

"When that guy was taken away just now, his face was so calm."

"Don't you know the power of the Holy Mahatma?"

"It is possible that the position he sat by the window at the beginning was the position where the lady of the Han family often sat. The Mahatma admired Han Qin, so every time the lady of the Han family came to have tea, he would come with him. Over time, no one dared to sit at that table. Unexpectedly, this kid went to sit there from the beginning."

"This is the fearlessness of the ignorant."
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