Conceited Immortal On Campus

The wooden boat moved leisurely as if it was moving along with the waves.    

On the boat, there was a figure sitting cross-legged at the bow of the boat.    

He wore a Tang robe and a bamboo hat on his head.    

On the boat, Zhu Ling looked to the side. He saw the wooden boat. A faint light flashed in his angry eyes.    

"You are the Grandmaster of Zhenjiang who killed my disciple?"    

Zhu Ling slowly spoke. His voice spread across the Cang River.    

The man on the boat had a bamboo hat covering his face. His face could not be seen clearly. He raised his head and seemed to be looking at Zhu Ling.    

"Nan Yue, Zhu Rong Feng, Zhu Qiqiao founded the Zhu Rong family of Nan Yue."    

"Zhu Rong Zhenli's name once shook China. He went up north alone and went down south. He defeated so many geniuses."    

On the wooden boat, an old voice slowly came out, which made Zhu Ling's face slightly change.    

The master of Zhenjiang had always been said to be young, but the voice on the wooden boat was slightly older than before.    

Most importantly, the Zhu Qiqiao mentioned by this man was his late Master, and he had been dead for more than thirty years.    

"How dare you!"    

Zhu Ling's eyes were cold. He was calling his late master's name in front of Zhu Ling.    

Was he looking down on him?    

As Zhu Ling got angry, the flow of air around him suddenly stopped. Zhu Ling took a step, and like a gentle breeze, he rose up and landed on the surface of the river.    

The six feet body did not make the river water sink even a little when it landed on the surface of the river, as if it was nothing.    

Just this scene alone had caused countless martial arts experts to be shocked.    

To not sink into the water, how mystical was this?    

"Regardless of whether you are the Grandmaster of Zhenjiang or not, since you are here, how can I, Zhu Ling, tolerate you?"    

Zhu Ling said coldly. He dashed across the river towards the wooden boat as if he was walking on flat ground.    

He was twenty meters away from the wooden boat. Zhu Ling jumped up. On his palm, there was a red Genuine Qi burning like a flame. As soon as he opened his palm, a flaming palm print was formed.    

The Cang River was vast and nearly a thousand meters wide. Together with the night wind, the two of them did not have a loud voice. Even if a Grandmaster heard them, they would only have a vague voice.    

However, Zhu Ling's palm strike had shocked the experts on both sides of the river.    

"Extending the Genuine Qi and transforming it into a form. Indeed worthy of being a Martial Grandmaster Zhu Ling!"    

"Just this palm alone can easily shatter rocks into powder, right?"    

"Are the people on the wooden boat the young Martial Grandmasters of Zhenjiang?"    

Everyone held their breaths. They were not distracted at all. They were afraid that they would miss an extremely rare moment.    

They saw the crimson Genuine Qi. The crimson Genuine Qi was charging straight towards the wooden boat. The person wearing the bamboo hat did not seem to care at all.    

He merely flicked his finger, but there was no sign of any Stellar Energy or Genuine Qis. With a whoosh, the Genuine Qi shattered and dissipated into the Cang River.    

Zhu Ling looked at it with a hint of surprise, "You have some ability. However, do you think you can contend against me with just this little ability of yours?"    

It was as if he was flying in the air, and his figure did not land in the air, which was dozens of meters tall.    

Zhu Ling's hands slowly rose up, as if he was drawing circles in the world. Genuine Qi flowed out of his hands, as if it was the Qi of heaven and earth. It followed his hands up and down his chest. Right, the Genuine Qi flames condensed into a ball and appeared in his palms, rotating.    

Nan Yue, Zhu Rong family, hugging the sun and sinking it!    

Zhu Ling's expression changed. When he landed, the ball of flame was like a shooting star, shooting towards the wooden boat.    

The temperature of the Genuine Qi fire had already surpassed that of ordinary flames. Not to mention ordinary people, even a Martial Scholar's Gang Qi would be easily incinerated by the Genuine Qi fire.    

The force of the impact was even more shocking. It wasn't any weaker than a thousand jin boulder, yet before it could land, there was a wind pressure that caused the water around the wooden boat to faintly sink. One could see the force of this blow.    

At this moment, the people on the wooden boat finally raised their eyes.    

Beneath the bamboo hat, there was a faint smile and a slightly wrinkled old face.    

However, there was not a hint of yellow in his eyes. Instead, it was as bright as the moon in the river.    

"I haven't seen Qi Qiao's moves for sixty years."    

"Unfortunately, not to mention you, even Zhu Qiqiao, who used this hugging Yang Chen back then, was unable to withstand a single blow in my eyes."    

The old man's hand slowly landed beside him. Beside him was a Tang blade.    

The Tang knife was dark blue in color. There was a red string at the end of the handle, and there was jade hanging on it.    

The jade had two sides, and each side had a word. One side was south, and the other side was peace.    

The old man looked at the terrifying and astonishing Genuine Qi fire approaching. He held the Blade Sheath in his hand, and his thumb fell on the saber hilt.    

Clang!    

Even if the saber was drawn an inch, the old man did not make any movements. In an instant, the Genuine Qi fire ball in the air was split into two.    

It was as if it had turned into two pieces out of thin air, missed the wooden boat, and fell into the river from left to right.    

Bang! Bang!    

On the left and right side of the wooden boat, the river suddenly erupted. The river water seemed to have been evaporated by the Genuine Qi flames and turned into a thick white fog, covering the wooden boat and the people on the boat.    

Zhu Ling had also just landed on the river water. When he saw that the martial art he used was easily broken, a hint of shock flashed across his eyes.    

"Who are you?!"    

Zhu Ling couldn't help but ask loudly. The person in front of him was at least a Genuine Qi Stage Martial Grandmaster.    

Moreover, he looked so old. He was definitely not a Martial Grandmaster of Zhenjiang.    

He had left the Southern Mountain. Although he had never seen Chen Yi's face before, there were many people who had seen him during the Martial Exchange Meeting.    

How could the old man in front of him be called the least bit young?    

"Who I am is not important. The important thing is, do you know who you want to challenge?"    

A faint voice could be heard from the vast white fog.    

A wooden boat floated out of the fog and moved along the river.    

"Zhu Ling, for the sake of your master Zhu Qiqiao, I advise you to return to where you came from."    

"There are some people in this world that you can't afford to offend."    

"Qiqiao's life was tough back then, and he did not achieve much in his life. In the end, Yu Sheng only placed his hopes on his descendants, hoping that some of his descendants would be able to bring his inheritance to greater heights and advance to the Martial Arts Golden Core Stage realm."    

"Proving what he has learned will also allow him to become a land god!"    

On the wooden boat, the old man spoke slowly.    

Zhu Ling's face turned ugly. No matter who this old man was, his master had been dead for decades.    

This old man said seven coincidences at once. In his words, his old master was more like a junior.    

One must know that his master had lived for 146 years. In this world, it was already a long life. In this world, apart from the mountain master of the Sixth Mountain, Lin Yuncang, who else had the right to call him master like this?    

"Shut up!"    

"How can you be the one talking about my master?"    

Zhu Ling was burning with anger. He suddenly shouted, "I don't care who you are, but my disciple was killed by someone. I came out to take revenge. It is only right and proper for me to pay with blood."    

"If you stop me, I will treat you as my enemy and eliminate you as well!"    

Zhu Ling's body suddenly shook. In an instant, his skin turned a faint red. That was the phenomenon of the Genuine Qi circulating to its limit.    

The airflow around Zhu Ling moved as well. He suddenly took a step forward.    

Under his feet, the river water sunk. Huge waves surged into the sky, reaching a height of more than ten meters.    

Zhu Ling's hands turned into palms, and he struck out dozens of times. Each of his palms had Genuine Qis turning into fire, surging out violently.    

Nan Yue's martial arts, the flames were dazzling!    

As the Genuine Qi fire approached, the temperature on the surface of the river suddenly increased.    

Even the river water was faintly boiling. It was as if under this move...    

It could burn the river and boil the sea!