There was a fire in Yu Muren's heart.
A fire that was about to burn away his sanity.
There was no doubt that the source of this fire was Yan Li.
Since Yan Li came to Yongling, his aunt, who loved him the most, was killed by him. Then, Yan Li made him lose face again and again in public. He was one of the top 20 masters in the academy, but he became the laughing stock of the whole Yongling. Tang Sanghua, the beauty he admired, was getting closer and closer to Yan Li. In the last two days, they had been chatting and laughing without restraint. It was as if they were lovey-dovey and lovey-dovey.
At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind, which was to let Yan Li taste the pain he had tasted. He wanted him to fall into the abyss and beg for mercy in hell.
Thinking of that scene, he couldn't help but tremble with excitement.
And, the most important thing was that he had the key to realize this scene.
"Young master, it's here!"
There was a Da An Square near Anhua Gate in South City, which belonged to Yongan Garden. A constable led a few constables to a low bungalow, and Yu Muren walked over at the back.
"Before Mr. Yu disappeared, the waiter of the flour shop was hiding here. Is the information correct?" He asked coldly.
For a young master like him, it was an unforgivable sin to come here in vain and lose his hope. He didn't mind killing people to vent his anger.
The constable didn't know his mood at all, and said excitedly, "Young master, it's definitely correct. He is a cousin of my brother."
Yu Muren waved his hand and said, "Go in and catch him!"
The people in the house had heard the noise, and the constables got the order. They immediately broke the door and screamed in panic.
At this moment, a fourteen or fifteen year old boy rushed out. While Yu Muren was still in a daze, the boy crawled under his armpit and desperately ran away.
"Little bastard, how dare you escape?"
Yu Muren's face was ferocious. He stood on the ground and suddenly stretched out his hand.
The momentum of his palm gradually condensed into an invisible wind, wrapping around the teenager. The airflow formed a visible palm and hit the teenager's back.
Bang!
The teenager screamed and flew out. Then, he was stepped on by Yu Muren and could no longer get up.
Yu Muren could not help but feel that everything was under his control as he easily grabbed the youth. "This is my power! Yan Li, you won't be able to escape from me this time! "
"Spare me, spare me, I really don't know anything …"
The young man cried and begged for mercy, "Please, I don't know where Mr. Fish has gone, please don't look for me anymore …"
Yu Muren asked, "Someone else came looking for you?"
The teenager said with tears in his eyes, "It's, it's, it's a veiled sister …"
"I don't know him!" Yu Muren frowned slightly and immediately sneered indifferently, "You really are a man in the Yu Gong Flour Shop. That place has been sealed as a stronghold of the underworld. Anyone related to it will be sentenced to death. Do you think you can escape?"
"Sir, please spare me, sir, please spare me …" The youth cried bitterly, "I, I really don't know anything …"
Yu Muren sneered, "It's easy to live, as long as you help me testify against someone. I think you are no stranger to the things your boss sells. As long as you tell the truth, not only can you live, but you can also get a reward that you can't spend in this life. "
"Really?" The teenager stopped crying.
"I will not go back on my words!" Yu Muren patted his chest and said.
The teenager immediately became excited and said, "Okay, okay, I'm willing. I will do whatever you say."
…
Yongling was still Yongling, even if the arrival of Yan Li made it a little more noisy.
Those surging undercurrents would never stop, firmly and slowly moving in a certain direction. Even if they occasionally diverged because of some people, they would eventually converge.
This was the collision of wills, the trend of the general trend, the choice of fate, and the destination of heroes.
At dawn the next day, the bustling crowd rushed to the academy.
In front of the square of the outer yard, Zhao Qiping was a little bored and yawned, looking for something in the crowd.
In the past few days, he had been trying to get close to Yan Li, waiting at the door of the restaurant every day, pretending to meet him by chance, and then taking the opportunity to go to school together.
Unfortunately, Zhao Qiping didn't know if Yan Li was intentionally avoiding him, but he couldn't find him. This made Zhao Qiping very unwilling.
He had a sixth-grade real name, and was already one of the best in the academy. If he was lucky, it was not impossible for him to pass the assessment of the inner yard. He couldn't waste the talent given by the heavens, and he wanted to get more opportunities. Intuition told him that if he followed Yan Li, he would definitely get unimaginable benefits.
Especially in the past two days, the academy was abuzz with news that Yan Li's identity was not simple. Not only could he freely enter the forbidden area of the back mountain of the academy, but he also had the opportunity to enter the palace to meet the emperor.
There were thousands of people in the academy, and hundreds of cultivators, but less than ten people had the opportunity to meet the emperor, and not now, but in the future.
As he was thinking, he suddenly felt a great force hit him, and he couldn't react for a moment, and fell to the ground.
For a hot-blooded young man, being knocked down in public was a great humiliation that was no less than a slap to the face.
Zhao Qiping couldn't hold back his anger for a moment, and in his impulse, he angrily scolded before he saw who it was, "Which bastard is so blind?"
He would never have thought that his scolding would ruin his own future.
"Bastard?" A short strong man sneered and looked down, "You are tired of living!"
Zhao Qiping looked up, and his heart suddenly became cold, and he broke out in a cold sweat, "Senior, Senior Brother Zhang …"
They were both in the academy, and the other was stronger than him, so there was nothing wrong with calling him Senior Brother.
"Senior Brother?" The man sneered, "This useless thing has the face to call me Senior Brother?"
There were two men next to him who seemed to be his attendants, and they stepped on Zhao Qiping's hands, making Zhao Qiping, who tried to get up, fall to the ground again.
One of them said coldly, "You even dared to hit our boss? Did you eat a bear's heart and a leopard's heart? I heard that you recently hooked up with that lowly Yan Li, do you really think you are someone important? "
When the surrounding audience saw the three, they were all shocked and hid to the side.
These three people were notorious. The short strong man was called Zhang Zhixiong, and he had appeared in the records. He was a genius with a fifth-grade true name. Generally speaking, those with a fifth-grade true name and above would have a significant improvement in their cultivation speed, and they couldn't be compared to cultivators below the fifth grade.
Zhang Zhixiong ranked tenth in the academy, and as a peak fourth-grade martial artist, he could do whatever he wanted in the Outer Court. More importantly, he was an influential figure in the academy, and Wang Yuanqing's lackey.
Wherever he appeared, Wang Yuanqing would be there.
Sure enough, at the bottom of the stairs in front of the teaching building, a richly dressed playboy was sitting there with a faint smile on his face, watching the show.
Wang Yuanqing was not only ranked fifth in the academy, but he was also the young master of the Martial God Mansion. In Yongling, where there were many dignitaries and high-ranking officials, he was almost one of the few people who stood at the top.
The master of the Martial God Mansion was General Wang Ba, also known as the Martial God.
Zhao Qiping was both shocked and angry. "This is the academy. How dare you attack me?"
Another lackey spat on his face and mocked, "Attack? That can't be right. You bumped into our boss first. This is self-defense. Do you know what self-defense is? "
At this time, there were hundreds of people gathered in the square. It was a great humiliation to be spat on in front of hundreds of people. Moreover, the person who spat on him was Zhang Zhixiong's lackey, whose cultivation was even lower than his.
Zhao Qiping was boiling with anger. "I will report this to the instructors. Just wait to be expelled from the academy!"
Zhang Zhixiong chuckled. "I'm not an unreasonable person. I can overlook your insults just now as long as you apologize to me."
He had been knocked down, spat on, and insulted. If he still had to apologize to the other party, he would be worse than a lackey.
Zhao Qiping's face was red, and he gritted his teeth.
Another lackey, seeing that he did not speak, also spat on him and kicked him in the face. "Bastard, I told you to apologize. Did you hear me?"
"Apologize. If you apologize, I will let you go." Zhang Zhixiong chuckled. "Or let your master, Yan Li, that peasant, apologize to me. It's not impossible."
When the onlookers heard this, they immediately understood that they were targeting Yan Li.
Zhao Qiping gritted his teeth and said word by word, "I have nothing to do with Yan Li …"
Zhang Zhixiong's face suddenly turned cold. "I don't care whether you have anything to do with him or not. You bumped into me and insulted me. Is it wrong to apologize?"
His momentum surged like a tide, the pressure of a Fifth Grade True Name was released without reservation.
Zhao Qiping panicked. He had the illusion that he was being stared at by a fierce beast. In fear, he couldn't help but say, "I'm not …"
At this time, there was a commotion in the crowd. "Yan, Yan Li is here …"
The wall of people behind him formed a tunnel, and a figure appeared at the end of the tunnel.
The figure was, of course, Yan Li.
Seeing Yan Li walk straight to Zhang Zhixiong, everyone became excited. Since Yan Li came to the Academy, he had been in the limelight a lot. Although his strength couldn't be defined, he was more famous than the famous people.
An influential figure against an influential figure. It would definitely be a great show.
Zhang Zhixiong turned around, crossed his arms, and looked at him coldly.
On the other side, Wang Yuanqing, who was sitting on the platform, locked his eyes on Yan Li. There was a disdainful sneer on his lips. "When there are no tigers in the mountains, the monkeys call themselves kings. I haven't come to the Academy for a few days, and someone has already taken advantage of my absence to stir up trouble. He even made a name for himself as the Number One Heaven, but it turns out to be a fifth-grade small fry. What a joke! "
It was an undisguised provocation.
Everyone held their breath, waiting to see how Yan Li would deal with it.
Seeing Yan Li walk straight to him, Zhao Qiping suddenly had a feeling of tears. He shouted with difficulty, "Brother, Brother Yan …"
However, Yan Li's footsteps were still unhurried. He didn't even look at Zhao Qiping.
He finally stopped and looked coldly at Zhang Zhixiong, who was a head shorter than him. "Shorty."
Shorty!
Everyone gasped. Who didn't know that Zhang Zhixiong hated people calling him short?
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