He just said a few arrogant words, and he was going to cut off one of his arms. How could there be such a domineering person in the world? Ling Zhi couldn't believe his ears.
"It seems that you are determined to be an enemy of Lingyun Villa?"
"You have a logical flaw when you say this. What do you mean that I insist on being an enemy of Lingyun Villa? It's obviously your Lingyun Villa that bullies people too much and wants to shit and pee on my head, so how can I do it?
If I don’t teach you a little lesson, you really think that your Lingyun Villa is invincible! I am not afraid of any revenge from anyone, as long as you have the ability, there is no problem if you want to kill me!"
After saying this, Lu Mingjun speeded up. He was too lazy to bother with Ganoderma lucidum anymore.
Ling Zhi realized the seriousness of the problem. His so-called identity had no effect at all on Lu Mingjun.
If he couldn't escape from his hands, there was a high possibility that his right arm would be broken, which was not the result he wanted to see.
After thinking of this, Ling Zhi no longer hesitated, turned around and ran away.
But how could Lu Mingjun let him leave like this? He was indeed running very fast, but Young Master Lu's speed was even more advantageous.
In a flash, he was in front of Ling Zhi, leaving him with no way to escape.
After all, Ling Zhi was still in the realm of a grand master. Under such circumstances, he could only choose to stop and sit back and wait for death. It was not his character.
"Look at the palm!"
Ling Zhi's right palm struck out quickly, and there was a faint sound of breaking through the air. From this, it can be concluded that the force of this palm is still very strong.
The corners of Lu Mingjun's mouth raised. When he fought against Mr. Fei just now, he fought head-on, so he didn't mind another round.
He also raised his right foot and faced Ling Zhi's palm.
"Boom!"
The two right palms came together heavily. To Young Master Lu's surprise, a burning sensation came from Ling Zhi's palm.
He was an ancestor who played with cold air, but now he felt a burning sensation. It was too easy for him to deal with it.
A little bit of cold air was released, which digested the burning sensation.
At the same time, he released his inner energy and sucked Ling Zhi's palm onto his own, preventing him from leaving.
Seeing this, Ling Zhi began to pull his palms back desperately, but the two palms seemed to be welded together and could not be pulled apart at all, and they did not move at all.
"Your palm technique is quite interesting. There is actually a burning sensation coming from it. It happens to be a natural enemy of my palm technique.
Then let’s see who is better, so the battle will be interesting!”
After Lu Mingjun finished speaking, he began to activate the cold energy in his body and transport it in the direction of Ling Zhi. He wanted to see how much force this kid could withstand.
Ling Zhi naturally felt the chill, but he was not afraid because the palm technique he practiced did feel hot.
When one cold and one hot collide, it depends on whose cultivation is more powerful.
So he began to desperately activate the true energy in his body, and competed with Lu Mingjun's cold energy.
Lu Mingjun's coldness was relatively accurate, because the gap in cultivation between the two was quite large.
If he exerts too much force, this kid will definitely not be able to bear it and will be frozen into a popsicle.
I had said before that, I only wanted Ling Zhi's arm, and I didn't want his life.
So you have to keep your word, otherwise you will be breaking your promise. Lu Mingjun has never done such a thing.