Conceited Immortal On Campus

Yu Mengzi looked at Qin Xuan. Her mind was almost blank.    

The figure of the blade that seemed to cut through the sky and earth was unforgettable to her.    

As the proud daughter of the Yu family, in Yu Mengzi's eyes, the Yin God Cult was already powerful enough.    

Master Chen of the Yun family was an expert who could dominate the Jiangnan area.    

To her, a Martial Arts Golden Core Stage was like a divine being on the continent.    

It was obvious that the number two figure of the Temple of Gods, War God Andrew, was one of the top existences in the world.    

Entering the countries of the world, a person was no less than an army.    

Today, such a peerless expert was killed by Chen Yi with just one slash.    

At least, the two people who called themselves holy knights had injured Chen Yi a little, but this Andrew did not seem to have the chance to injure Chen Yi.    

When Chen Yi slowly landed, he put away the Blade Sheath and turned to look at Yu Mengzi, who was dumbstruck.    

"Let's go!"    

Chen Yi walked back to the car with his hands behind his back.    

Yu Mengzi had just woken up from her dream. She hurried back to the car with a confused and complicated expression.    

"Chen Yi, they call you Ancestor Chen!?" As the car drove slowly, Yu Mengzi finally could not help but ask.    

"Yes!" Chen Yi's expression did not change.    

"Isn't your name Chen Yi?" Yu Mengzi asked in a low voice.    

Chen Yi glanced at her and asked, "Don't you know what Ancestor Chen means?"    

Yu Mengzi looked confused. She had heard these two words from the two paladins, but in fact, Yu Mengzi really did not know.    

If she said the names of some of the best aristocratic families in all of China, Yu Mengzi would definitely remember them clearly.    

But if it was the major magic cultivation sects in China, as well as some master mages and experts in famous mountains, Yu Mengzi might not be able to know all of them.    

This was the difference between them. She was only in her twenties this year. The daughter of the Yu family was focused on power and money.    

As for the word 'Ancestor Chen', the top aristocratic families might know a thing or two about it. The Dao of the Sixth Mountain was also known by some sects that had been passed down for many years.    

However, how could a aristocratic family like the Yu family, which had risen from a third-rate aristocratic family in just a few decades, know what the word 'Ancestor Chen' represented?    

"What does a Ancestor Chen mean?" Yu Mengzi looked at Chen Yi and asked, confusion and confusion written all over her face.    

Chen Yi smiled, "The Ancestor Chen represents the world's number one, invincible in the world, and also represents the reverence and wealth of the hundred kingdoms."    

His words stunned Yu Mengzi for a moment. After that, she shot a glance at Chen Yi with a slightly reproachful expression. This glance was filled with a myriad of emotions.    

"Are you praising yourself?" Yu Mengzi said with a smile.    

Chen Yi did not respond. He just smiled and did not explain much.    

Yu Mengzi's heart gradually relaxed. She could feel that her relationship with Chen Yi had become closer. She naturally understood the reason behind this.    

However, once this relationship returned to China, it would return to old times.    

Yu Mengzi was very clear that with Yun Mobing's strength, she would definitely not allow Chen Yi to be like this... No, she would not allow Yu Mengzi to be like this.    

The power of the Yun family was getting stronger and stronger. Now, they had already surpassed the Yu family. Furthermore, Chen Yi might not stand on her side.    

Yu Mengzi thought about it, and her thoughts gradually became complicated. In the end, she fell into a deep sleep in the car.    

Until night fell, Chen Yi still drove the car to a gas station. He filled the car with oil and bought a coat to cover the sleeping Yu Mengzi.    

After that, he drove again. He was less than eight hours away from leaving France.    

When the night came, he was safe and sound. He didn't encounter any obstacles.    

At this moment, in the capital of France, in the capital of the Flower Capital.    

When Marlowe heard the news from his subordinates, he couldn't help but stare in shock.    

"What!? The Holy Knight is dead!?"    

"How is that possible? The road has been cut off dozens of meters!"    

Are you kidding me!? "    

Marlowe slammed the table and looked angrily at the person who had reported.    

"General, this is a real-time video!"    

The subordinate slowly turned on the screen. Quite a number of soldiers had already sealed off the road, and the traces on it could be seen clearly.    

Especially the road that had been torn apart. The ground had been cut open like a mirror. Such traces were like cake that had been cut by a knife and fork. The cut was smooth.    

Seeing this scene, General Marlowe slumped down in his chair. He looked at the scene as if he had seen a monster.    

"That Huaxia person is almost at the border!"    

The announcer suddenly spoke, making Marlowe's heart palpitate once again.    

Once he walked out of the border, he would definitely not be able to bear the consequences.    

However, this Huaxia person was too powerful. Even the Holy Knight was not a match for him. Even if it was him, could he stop him?    

Marlowe was hesitating. On one hand, it was related to his career. On the other hand... If he angered that Huaxia man, he would suffer a great loss to the border of France.    

Just as Marlowe was hesitating, a phone call suddenly came.    

Marlowe received the phone and his expression immediately became respectful. In the end, his face was completely pale and beads of sweat were left on his forehead.    

When Marlowe hung up, he was like a pile of mud as he muttered, "It's over, it's completely over!"    

...    

At the border, Chen Yi drove the car and saw that the checkpoint was not far away.    

He still looked calm. The sun was rising, and the light of dawn was getting brighter.    

Chen Yi drove to the checkpoint and slowly stopped. There were no soldiers around.    

The man only took a glance and opened the checkpoint. He did not even look at the documents. Chen Yi was surprised by this scene.    

However, it was only so. He did not notice the scene of a confrontation with a modern war machine in his imagination.    

After leaving France, Chen Yi took out his phone and called the Qian family.    

"Ancestor Chen!" Qian Loongquan's voice sounded, "You have already left France?"    

"Yes!" "Send a private jet," Chen Yi said.    

Qian Loongquan seemed to have heard great news. He raised his voice.    

"Yes!"    

After hanging up the phone, Chen Yi parked his car outside the country of France. He slowly got out of the car and stood quietly in the morning sun.    

Yu Mengzi, who was in the car, seemed to have woken up. She slept soundly.    

When Yu Mengzi saw the coat on her body, she could not help but be slightly stunned. She then looked at Chen Yi.    

But in her eyes, suddenly, there was a faint buzzing sound in the distance.    

Very quickly, an armed helicopter with a cross symbol slowly came from the distance.    

The roar of the aircraft's engine was deafening.    

One, two, three...    

Five armed helicopters appeared in front of Chen Yi and Yu Mengzi.