Conceited Immortal On Campus

When Chen Yi arrived home, Chen Xinjia was cleaning the house with tears in her eyes.    

    

"Yi!" Chen Weiguo turned the wheelchair. There were still some injuries on his face. Chen Xinjia had already taken care of them.    

    

Fortunately, his injuries were not serious.    

    

However, when Chen Yi saw the purple color on Chen Weiguo's face, there was still anger in his heart.    

    

"Dad!"    

    

Chen Yi walked forward and helped Chen Weiguo investigate.    

    

Chen Weiguo smiled and shook his hand away. He patted Chen Yi on the shoulder. "Nothing serious."    

    

"Did you offend Zhao Zhongyun?"    

    

In his eyes, there was no blame. Instead, there was concern.    

    

Even Chen Yi felt uncomfortable in his heart.    

    

"I'm sorry!" Chen Yi looked at Chen Weiguo and finally spat out two words.    

    

"Isn't it just a scratch? When your father was practicing martial arts, this was a common occurrence!" Chen Weiguo did not care.    

    

Chen Yi took a deep breath and said to Chen Xinjia, "Jia Jia, take good care of Dad!"    

    

As he said that, he turned around and walked out of the door.    

    

"Yi!" Chen Weiguo frowned and looked at Chen Yi's back.    

    

Chen Yi suddenly stopped and turned around. "No matter who it is, I will make him pay for it."    

    

Chen Weiguo's expression changed. "Come back. Zhao Zhongyun is not someone you can afford to offend."    

    

Even Chen Weiguo knew Zhao Zhongyun's name. He had dominated the Zhenjiang for many years. How could Chen Yi afford to offend him?    

    

"Offend him?" There was a cold smile on Chen Yi's face. "Do they deserve it?"    

    

He looked at Chen Weiguo and suddenly said, "No one can attack you because..."    

    

Chen Yi's words were like nails.    

    

"You are my father!"    

    

As he spoke, Chen Yi strode forward.    

    

Chen Weiguo looked at Chen Yi's back and was shocked.    

    

...    

    

Outside the garden of the Golden Mansion, Chen Yi's eyes were cold.    

    

Zhao Zhongyun!    

    

It was as if Yun Mobing's words lingered in his ears. He waved his hand and hailed a car.    

    

"Go to the stadium in the suburbs!"    

    

His cold words were filled with killing intent.    

    

At this moment, the entire stadium in the suburbs was almost sealed off.    

    

Numerous luxury cars were gathered, and many people were guarding all the entrances.    

    

In the stadium, Yun Mobing, Yun Moxuan, and Liu Changhee stood proudly in the audience stands.    

    

Opposite them, a middle-aged man in his fifties, who looked rather graceful, was sipping tea.    

    

"Yun Moxuan, I've tolerated you a lot these past few years!"    

    

"If it wasn't for the Yun family behind you, would you have been able to fight me in Zhenjiang?"    

    

Zhao Zhongyun looked at Yun Moxuan indifferently. "You are asking for too much. I have been running the Zhenjiang for many years. Do you think you can take it away with just a few words?"    

    

Yun Moxuan smiled and said, "You are asking for too much. "I don't want to take it away. Uncle Zhao has been domineering in the Zhenjiang for so many years. Otherwise, how could a junior like Moxuan take food from the tiger's mouth?"    

    

Zhao Zhongyun's face darkened when he heard this. He harrumphed coldly and looked at Liu Changhee.    

    

"A powerful warrior of Yun family. I've heard of his name for a long time."    

    

Liu Changhee smiled faintly. "I am here to help young master Xuan. Zhao Zhongyun, the master of martial arts behind you should be here as well."    

    

Although it was said that the master of martial arts behind Zhao Zhongyun had always been an inner strength expert, judging from Zhao Zhongyun's fearless attitude, it was obvious that the inner strength expert had also advanced to the Inner Strength Stage realm.    

    

Liu Changhee's eyes were filled with fighting intent. He had just entered the Inner Strength Stage realm, and he wanted to fight to sharpen his skills.    

    

Right at this moment, a loud voice sounded from the stadium.    

    

"Grandmaster of the Martial Dao of Yun family, I have been waiting here for a long time!"    

    

A single sentence seemed to come from the horizon, causing Liu Changhee's expression to suddenly change.    

    

Behind him, on the roof of the stadium, a black shadow stood proudly under the tens of meters tall lights.    

    

When Liu Changhee and the others lifted their heads to look, the figure jumped down.    

    

Bang!    

    

When the person landed in the center of the stadium, there was smoke and dust beneath his feet.    

    

This stadium was over 20 meters tall. It was as tall as seven floors, but this person jumped down without any damage.    

    

A thin man in his forties was dressed in training clothes. He stood with his hands behind his back and looked at Liu Changhee.    

    

"Uncle Liu!" Yun Mobing's eyes narrowed.    

    

"It's okay!" Liu Changhee raised his hand, and immediately after, he took a step forward. Just like a gentle breeze, he landed on the scene and introduced himself, "Yun family, Liu Changhee!"    

    

"Liu Changhee!?" "Liu Changhee!?" That person smiled faintly, "I have heard of the Jin Ling Yun Family as well!"    

    

"Nan Yue, Li Ziheng!"    

    

Nan Yue!?    

    

Liu Changhee's eyes were filled with shock. He had thought that the experts under Zhao Zhongyun's command were only from the wild, but they were actually from Nan Yue.    

    

"You entered the Inner Strength Stage realm at the age of forty, and you are under the command of that Grandmaster of Nan Yue?" Liu Changhee couldn't help but ask.    

    

Li Ziheng smiled proudly, "I am not talented. I am also the 11th disciple of the Zhu Ling Martial Grandmaster from the Southern Mountain. The least talented one."    

    

A Martial Grandmaster disciple!    

    

These words were like thunder piercing through their ears, causing Yun Moxuan and Yun Mobing's expressions to abruptly change.    

    

Zhao Zhongyun even tasted the tea, revealing a hint of a cold smile.    

    

"So he's a Martial Grandmaster disciple!" Even Liu Changhee couldn't help but take a deep breath.    

    

A Martial Grandmaster, let alone him, even the Yun family would have to give in when they met.    

    

Who would have thought that the expert behind Zhao Zhongyun was actually a disciple of a Grandmaster?    

    

"Liu Changhee, since you have registered, why don't we fight?" Li Ziheng laughed, "After I defeat you, I will return to the Southern Mountain to cultivate. How can I delay it?"    

    

"What arrogance!" Even though he was a Martial Grandmaster, Liu Changhee was still furious.    

    

The inner energy in his body circulated, and a faint glow could be seen in his eyes.    

    

With a thud, Liu Changhee attacked Li Ziheng.    

    

Li Ziheng did the same. In an instant, the two figures intertwined.    

    

Every time the fists and kicks collided, a dull sound would be heard. It was like a huge rock colliding with each other. Dust and dust were sent flying in all directions.    

    

In fact, there would even be the sound of metal colliding with each other.    

    

Whether it was Yun Moxuan, Yun Mobing, or Zhao Zhongyun, they could not help but stare at the confrontation between the two martial arts masters.    

    

"Too terrifying!"    

    

"This is the confrontation between martial arts masters!?"    

    

"It's simply like a lion fighting a tiger. It has long surpassed ordinary people!"    

    

Everyone could not help but feel a chill in their hearts. If it was them, they would probably die without even using a single move, right?    

    

Suddenly, everyone only heard a sound that sounded like metal colliding. The two figures were shockingly separated from each other.    

    

Blood flowed out from the corner of Liu Changhee's mouth. He looked at Li Ziheng with a hint of shock in his eyes.    

    

"Worthy of being a Martial Grandmaster disciple!"    

    

Compared to Li Ziheng, both his inner energy and his moves were at a disadvantage.    

    

If not for his many years of battle experience, he would have lost long ago.    

    

However, Li Ziheng's aura was stable. He sneered, "The Yun family is just an aristocratic family. The inheritance of martial arts is still too weak!"    

    

"How can a true Martial Path expert be attached to a family in this world? Just like my master, even though he is in the Southern Mountain Range, " If he is born, which family in China will not treat him with respect? "    

    

"But you have too many distracting thoughts. You think that you can do whatever you want just because you've entered the Inner Strength Stage realm, yet you don't know that there's always someone stronger than you, and there's always someone stronger than you."    

    

Facing Li Ziheng's domineering words, Liu Changhee's face turned pale. He wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth.    

    

"I, Liu Changhee, am inferior to you, but that doesn't mean that the aristocratic families are inferior to your martial arts inheritance!"    

    

"It is not like the aristocratic families that have a Grandmaster do not exist!"    

    

"If you lose, you lose. I won't say anything!"    

    

Liu Changhee turned around and looked at Yun Moxuan. He smiled bitterly. "I'm sorry."    

    

Yun Moxuan's face was pale. He knew that he had lost completely this time. He had entered the Zhenjiang for two years, but he had nothing to return to the Yun family. Not to mention that he had a great enemy in Jinling, even the inner circle of the Yun family would mock him.    

    

He couldn't afford to lose this man.    

    

"Moxuan, if you lose, you lose. Just start from the beginning!"    

    

Yun Mobing sighed and comforted Yun Moxuan.    

    

At this moment, a loud sound came from outside the sports field.    

    

The door that was being guarded was kicked open. A few people flew out.    

    

A figure slowly entered the stadium.    

    

"Who is..."    

    

"Zhao Zhongyun!?!"