Huo Wuming is only a first-level disciple now, so it is normal to maintain some courtesy towards these people.
Among the disciples of the Zhan Zhan Academy, there are different levels. Basically, they will maintain a sense of awe after meeting each other.
However, who is Huo Wuming? After all, he is a descendant of the great imperial clan such as the Fire Clan, and his status is supreme. Even in the Zhan Zhan Academy where all the disciples have huge backgrounds, there are few who can compare with him. On weekdays,
Who here dares to speak to him like this?
"So what if you don't know your face? What do you want?" Huo Wuming's temper also rose. He looked coldly at the person in front of him. The other person did not hide his traces. Naturally, Huo Wuming discovered it immediately.
"You're just a first-level disciple, how dare you speak to me in this tone? Besides, I heard that you, Huo Wuming, have not yet become a true disciple of the academy, but are just the lowest peripheral disciple." In front of the main hall,
A long-haired man walked up. He looked to be in his mid-twenties at most, with sword-like eyebrows and a cold face.
"Who do you think you are?" Huo Wuming sneered on the spot: "Talk to me like this? In the outside world, you would already be a corpse."
What the other party said is true. Although the Zhan Zhan Academy recruits disciples rigorously and sometimes relies on chance, it is located in the Land of Judgment. For some of the top sects and imperial clans that belong to the Land of Judgment and even the entire Endless War Territory,
, which relatively speaking opens a back door.
Of course, this back door does not allow disciples of these sects to join the academy directly, but to become peripheral disciples. As long as the best disciples of the sects and major clans recognized by the Zhan Zhan Academy can become peripheral disciples of the Zhan Zhan Academy
, can barely be regarded as a first-level disciple, but they cannot receive many benefits of the academy, and there are great restrictions on entering places such as the Library Pavilion and the Treasure Pavilion. These peripheral disciples have two years to improve their strength in the academy.
, after two years, the academy will judge your performance. If you perform well, you can become a true disciple. Today's Huo Wuming actually has this status.
Otherwise, even a genius like Zuo Qianqiu would not have had to rely on the eight-domain genius battle to obtain the qualifications to enter the Zhan Zhan Academy.
It's just that this person's attitude really made Huo Wuming furious. How extraordinary is his identity? When has the current successor chosen for the dignified Fire Clan and the future Lord of the Fire Clan ever been ignored like this?
In the ground ahead, some third-level disciples were sneering, not paying attention to Zeng Huo Wuming. At the same time, the man who was talking to Huo Wuming stepped forward and came directly towards Huo Wuming.
Every time the opponent took a step, the ground seemed to be shaking faintly, a huge force was spreading, and the whole body exuded a murderous and tyrannical aura.
"A first-level disciple, not... a peripheral disciple, dares to speak like this to me, Lin Dong? What about the Fire Clan? The power of the Fire Clan cannot extend to the Zhan Zhan Academy." The man who called himself Lin Dong had a stern look in his eyes.
Sometimes sneer.
Zhan Zhan College is strong, who are the disciples of Zhan Zhan College afraid of?
The Imperial Clan? The power of the Imperial Clan can be displayed to the outside world, but in the Zhan Zhan College, it has no deterrent effect. Under the protection of the college, no big clan dares to take action against the people of the Zhan Zhan College easily.
Moreover, Lin Dong is a third-level disciple, and his strength has already reached the ninth level of the Mysterious Transformation Realm. He is only one step away from reaching the Martial Soul Realm. At that time, he will be qualified to challenge and become a true fourth-level disciple. At that time, he was in the academy.
The status is even more extraordinary.
Bang!!!
Lin Dong's ancient energy seemed to explode directly, turning into a bright light and killing Huo Wuming.
He struck out unscrupulously, even without holding back at all, with extremely strong anger and extremely domineering.
After all, he was a master at the pinnacle of the Mysterious Transformation Realm. His strength was extremely terrifying, and Huo Wuming's vitality and energy had already been suppressed the moment he took action.
Huo Wuming's body flew backwards in an instant, his face was as cold as ice, and he was extremely ugly, and blood spurted out from his mouth.
"Disciple of the Imperial Clan? I didn't expect him to be a waste. With my own strength, how can I rely on the Fire Clan behind me to show off my power?" Lin Dong stepped out on the ground in front of him and looked down at Huo Wuming: "I'm sorry, I can't stand you the most.
This kind of self-proclaimed trash who comes from a powerful family but has rubbish abilities."
"Are you a waste?" Huo Wu Minggan coughed out a mouthful of blood foam, and the next moment he stood up and took action directly.
Although he does not have the monster-like strength of Zuo Chen, he is almost at the top among his peers. He cannot compare to the one in front of him. He is only a few years older and has practiced less. With time,
Sooner or later you will catch up.
No one despises him so much. Huo Wuming's character is simply impossible to endure. This seems to be a humiliation to him.
A mark burst out between his eyebrows. Huo Wuming pushed it with all his strength, and in an instant, a terrifying flame mark was blasted out.
This is the original mark of the Fire Tribe. Among the younger generation of the Fire Tribe, only Huo Wuming can control it, and can use it to activate the strongest attack methods.
"Hahaha..., a mere peripheral disciple dares to fight with a third-level disciple? I don't know how he died." Many disciples on the ground in the distance laughed. They were all third-level disciples, and even fourth-level disciples.
A high-ranking disciple, he is superior and does not pay attention to some newcomers from the younger generation.
In their true opinion, Huo Wuming was indeed extraordinary, but the gap between him and the third-level disciples was too big.
The mark of flame had just unleashed a powerful force, but the next moment it was extinguished by Lin Dong with a wave of his hand.
"Get out!" Lin Dong said indifferently. In one blow, Huo Wuming was knocked back, and then with a fierce kick, Huo Wuming was pushed out of the ground and hit the door of Feiwu Palace.
"You're not willing to give in? There's nothing you can do if you're not willing to give in. Who told you to be blind and provoke me?" Lin Dong said coldly, then turned and left.
In the academy, this situation is actually normal. It is probably a trend that has been formed over the years. Junior disciples must maintain awe and respect when meeting senior disciples. Any disrespectful and provocative words will be regarded as disrespectful and will often be punished.
repression.
Some of the disciples in the distance did not have much fluctuation. This kind of thing is normal. This is the default rule among the disciples of the academy. If it were them, they would have a similar approach.
"Come back."
A cold voice appeared next to Lin Dong's ears, causing his expression to suddenly turn into one of shock and anger, and the figure who was about to leave suddenly stopped.
As this voice appeared, the figure of Huo Wuming who was lying at the door of the hall was also helped up, and all eyes were focused on this place for a while.
"Zuo Chen?" Many disciples suddenly spoke.
It was Zuo Chen who appeared. He had been in seclusion for half a month and finally came out today.
Originally, Zuo Chen had benefited a lot from this retreat, and he was in a good mood and was ready to share it with Huo Wuming, but who knew he would see this scene as soon as he walked out?
Zuo Chen's telepathy was so powerful that he sensed everything clearly in an instant and understood who the person who made the move was.
"Huh? Are you out?" A strange light flashed across Lin Dong's face, and then the corners of his mouth curved in a cold arc: "How dare you speak to me in this tone? He is just disrespectful to me.
He ended up like this."
However, no matter how Lin Dong spoke alone, Zuo Chen ignored him and asked Huo Wuming, "What happened?"
Huo Wuming didn't want to say more, just a few words, but Zuo Chen had already guessed most of the things.
"Let's rest for a while." Zuo Chen said to Huo Wuming, then narrowed his eyes and looked at Lin Dong in front of him.
"Lin Dong, right? A third-level disciple?" Zuo Chen took a step forward every time he spat out a word.
"Cut off one of your arms, otherwise if I do it myself, I will destroy all your ancient energy for you." Zuo Chen said calmly.
The voice was very calm, but it made Lin Dong in front of him feel inside and became completely furious.
What did he hear? Zuo Chen asked himself to kill himself. Is this a joke?
"Are you kidding, Zuo Chen? Even if you have just stepped into the ranks of third-level disciples, you were still a first-level disciple not long ago. There is a big difference in strength from me. Do you think I am an ordinary Xuanbian realm person?
Do you want to provoke me like this?" Lin Dong laughed angrily: "You are asking for trouble, do you understand?"
"Ten breaths. After ten breaths, there is no need to cut off your arm. I will destroy your ancient energy." Zuo Chen was very straightforward and did not talk nonsense.
Lin Dong took action directly without any hesitation. The powerful Ancient Yuan Power wave spread out instantly, and as soon as he took action, he launched the most powerful killing move: Eight Extremes Heart-Breaking Palm.
This is a god-level Ancient Yuan Technique. It was a reward that Lin Dong received after making great contributions to the academy. It took him two full years to practice it to its peak. It is extremely lethal and can be shattered secretly.
The heart of your opponent.
A palm struck Zuo Chen, but Zuo Chen's body only trembled slightly, but he did not retreat at all.
"Time's up." Zuo Chen spit out these three words and shouted loudly.
A heavenly sound vibrated next to Lin Dong's ears, and the sound waves rolled in, making Lin Dong's eyes tremble and his fighting spirit wavered.
A flash of light flashed in Zuo Chen's hand, and a sword flashing with ancient runes appeared. The sword flew out across the air and struck directly into Lin Dong's chest with the force of thunder.
This sword is the Demon-Slaying Sword that was obtained after killing Yun Luanfeng in the Ancient Ming Burial Ground. Although it is not as easy to use as the Shifang Heavenly Monument, the Demon-Slaying Sword itself is extraordinary and is quite handy in ordinary battles.
laugh……!
Lin Dong's clothes were torn on the spot, and the protective inner armor inside was also directly scratched. A stream of blood spilled out, and Lin Dong's body immediately started to tremble and retreat.
"How could you... not be affected by the Eight-Ji Heart-Breaking Palm?" Lin Dong lost his voice, his eyes full of shock.
He knew that his blow was terrifying, and he had no hesitation at all. In terms of Zuo Chen's level, even if he didn't die, he would suffer serious internal injuries, and it would be impossible to continue the fight, but Zuo Chen's attack had no impact at all.
"Well, not only have I been promoted in status, but my strength has also been lucky enough to break through." Zuo Chen looked at Lin Dong jokingly.