Buzz! A high-frequency vibration sound suddenly reverberated.
"What?"
The other warriors present had their breaths frozen and felt an inexplicable numbness in their scalps.
Then they saw that the trees, stones and air around them were shaking rapidly.
The resulting sound is extremely harsh and can cause pain to the eardrums.
The next moment, Ling Yun's figure suddenly disappeared.
"Where's Ling Yun?"
"Over there!"
People exclaimed and raised their heads one after another.
In the field of vision, Ling Yun jumped to an altitude of more than ten meters through the big trees and rocks, and then fell from the sky.
His speed is incredible.
Under this high-speed friction, the air around him burned.
Boom and rumble... Almost instantly, the rocks below him exploded and the trees caught fire.
"Quick, hurry up."
The nine warriors who wanted to intercept Ling Yun felt a great terror coming.
It's a pity that they only thought of escaping now and it was already too late.
Boom! A deafening loud noise echoed between heaven and earth.
Like a meteor falling.
The mountain below suddenly shook, and a huge crater was created that was two meters deep and three meters in diameter.
If you look from top to bottom, you can clearly see that this huge pit is a fist mark.
What's even more terrifying is that the giant pit of the fist mark is filled with destructive waves, raging crazily in all directions with the fist pit as the center.
The first ones to bear the brunt were the nine warriors who blocked Ling Yun.
Under the destructive storm, these nine warriors were easily blown away like small boats in the ocean.
Bang bang bang...the nine warriors fell everywhere, all covered with bruises, extremely miserable.
For a moment, there was nothing in front of Ling Yun, and there was no one to stop him.
Seeing this scene, the other geniuses present had their pupils constricted and their hearts suffocated.
"Isn't he a ninth-level warrior?"
"Yes, how can a ninth-level warrior be so strong?"
The hearts of all the geniuses were greatly affected.
Originally, in the eyes of these geniuses, Ling Yun was just a clownish clown.
Especially those geniuses from outside Bailu County look down upon the natives of Bailu County.
But now, they were all greatly shocked and no longer dared to underestimate Ling Yun.
Ling Yun didn't care about these comments.
He didn't stop, ignored the others, strode forward, and with one jump, he reached the edge of the ancient bronze coffin.
Inside the ancient coffin, Yang Hong suddenly opened his eyes.
There was a loud noise like thunder outside, which seriously disturbed him.
An extremely cold killing intent emanated from his pupils.
"Ling Yun, let me warn you one last time, don't be reckless. I am refining the dragon now and have no time to pay attention to garbage like you, but this does not mean that you can be unscrupulous."
His voice was so cold that it could freeze, and then he gave orders like an emperor, "Get out!"
After hearing Yang Hong's words, Ling Yun's expression did not change.
Bang! He jumped directly from the edge of the ancient bronze coffin.
His feet landed on the ground, causing the ancient coffin to shake.
At this moment, Ling Yun's momentum increased rapidly, reaching an unprecedented peak.
The energy, blood and spiritual power in his body were boiling crazily, as if they were really going to burn.
"kindness?"
Unexpectedly, Ling Yun dared to ignore his words, and Yang Hong's face turned completely cold.
"Yang Hong."
Ling Yun's eyes also fell on Yang Hong, "You always call others trash and treat others as ants. Do you think you are an emperor without an emperor?"
"So what if there is no emperor? I, Yang Hong, am a genius of the first generation. Destined to favor me, I will be able to compete with the emperor sooner or later."
Yang Hong looked cold and arrogant, "You are an ant with no self-awareness. You were lucky enough to escape last time. Now you dare to provoke me. Do you really think I can't crush you to death?"
"Run me to death?
Ha ha ha ha."
Ling Yun suddenly laughed.
His laughter exudes endless heroism and has the potential to swallow up mountains and rivers.
When he laughed, the trembling sound of the Heavenly Sword Soul in his body reached an extreme level and turned into bursts of sword chants.
The sword chant echoed, and Ling Yun burst out laughing wildly: "You damn thing, it's destiny, don't you hear it? My destiny is up to me and not up to the sky. If the sky wants to destroy me, I will destroy the sky.
If I become an emperor someday, I will kill all the hatred in my life with one sword.
Come on, come on, Yang Hong, you so-called genius, and now I, an ant, beg to be crushed, begged to be killed, begged to be slaughtered in the name of a three-foot green front!"
Begging to be crushed, begged to be killed, begged to be butchered?
These words, coupled with Ling Yun's soul-stirring laughter, actually made many geniuses outside the ancient coffin not only not feel that Ling Yun was crazy, but also felt that their blood was boiling and their hearts were fascinated.
"This man is a hero in this world."
The beauty surnamed Yu who came over couldn't help but sigh.
Behind her, Li Shi and Zhou Bin had extremely complicated expressions.
No matter how unhappy they were with Ling Yun, they couldn't help but feel ashamed at this moment.
It's a pity that, I admire you, people still maintain their sense.
"This guy is finished."
Many people sighed.
Before, most people would have rejoiced in the misfortune, but now they are more regretful.
Although Ling Yun is a hero, it's a pity that he shouldn't mess with those he shouldn't mess with.
Maybe Ling Yun still had some hope before, but if he angered Yang Hong again and again, Yang Hong would definitely not let him go again.
Ideals return to ideals, reality returns to reality.
People do dream of becoming chivalrous figures like Ling Yun.
However, reality is often cruel.
What a person Yang Hong is, a true genius.
Compared with it, Ling Yun is like the light of a firefly, trying to compete with the bright moon.
The final result is inevitably a moth flying into the flame.
The moth flutters into the flame touches people's hearts and makes people admire the moth's courage without hesitation.
But this courage cannot change the outcome of the moth turning into ashes.
“Don’t overestimate your own capabilities.”
Yang Hong's face twitched slightly, and he said with real anger, "When a person challenges a tiger, it's like knowing that there are tigers in the mountain and going to the tiger mountain. But when an ant challenges a tiger, that's not called courage, but like an ant shaking a tree."
"Stop talking nonsense, I only have one sentence, and that is - beg to be crushed, begged to be killed, begged to be slaughtered."
Ling Yun remained unmoved.
"very good."
Yang Hong couldn't bear it anymore, "You're an ant-like thing. I wanted to let you go, but you insist on jumping around here, so I'll let you go."
Come on, don't say I didn't give you a chance, I'll give you three moves to see how much you weigh and how dare you be so arrogant here."
Now that he has decided to take action, he doesn't mind spending more time with Ling Yun.
He did this because he didn't want Ling Yun to die too quickly. He wanted to completely trample Ling Yun's confidence and put Ling Yun into great pain before crushing Ling Yun to death.
He wanted the world to know how miserable it would be to offend Yang Hong.
"Sure?"
Ling Yun said indifferently.
"For an ant like you, it doesn't matter if I give you three moves. If you can shake me even a little bit, it will be regarded as my failure as Yang Hong."
Yang Hong's face was filled with disdain.
"Ant, what an ant."
Ling Yun shook his head, "There is a saying that a dike of thousands of miles is destroyed by ant nests, and an eternal stone is penetrated by dripping water.
Perhaps it is the insignificant ants in your eyes who truly have the power to constantly strive for self-improvement and change their destiny."
So what if he was the Alchemy Emperor in his previous life? He couldn't recognize his true nature and could not escape the fate of turning into ashes.
It can be seen that the real road is not in the sky, but in the dust and in the market.