Conceited Immortal On Campus

The Gang Qi was almost broken by that palm strike. His arms were almost numb.    

But this person in front of him was clearly only an eighteen year old youth. How could the strength of a palm be terrifying to such an extent?    

"A mere Grandmaster dares to attack me?"    

A faint voice slowly sounded, causing Yan Zhi's heart to shudder.    

His inner energy slowly circulated and entered his arms. Only then did Yan Zhi feel much more at ease.    

He looked at Chen Yi, his eyes gradually turning solemn to the extreme.    

"A martial arts genius in the Jiangnan area?"    

"I underestimated you!" Yan Zhi said in a deep voice.    

Chen Yi looked at Yan Zhi calmly. The man in front of him had the power of a Grandmaster, but he did not attack him. He just wanted to knock him out.    

"Why did you come here?" Chen Yi asked.    

Yan Zhi's arms shook, and a faint green Gang Qi emerged from his body and attached itself to his fists.    

"Someone hired me to take the ancient painting from your hands."    

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Zhi suddenly stomped his foot. Both of his fists carried Stellar Energy, and before they could reach him, it was as if a strong wind was pressing down on him.    

Chen Yi smiled faintly. Grandmaster, ancient painting?    

A dignified grandmaster, enough to shake a region, would actually come to snatch a painting for the owner of an antique shop.    

One should know that if Yun Moxuan had the help of a grandmaster, he would have swept across the Zhenjiang long ago. He wouldn't have delayed for two years.    

Facing Yan Zhi, he was going all out. Chen Yi moved. His right hand turned into a fist, and the Elemental Swallowing Spell in his body circulated.    

In an instant, his figure intersected, and Chen Yi appeared behind Yan Zhi.    

The magic power in his hand slowly dissipated, but there was a trace of surprise in Chen Yi's eyes.    

Behind him, a dull rumbling sound was heard from Yan Zhi's body. In the blink of an eye, the clothes on his upper body were completely torn apart.    

A purple palm print was imprinted on Yan Zhi's chest on his muscular upper body.    

Accompanied by a muffled groan, Yan Zhi's knees actually sunk slightly.    

With a bang, Yan Zhi took a step forward. His lips were bleeding, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.    

As a Grandmaster, he was more skilled in the art of horizontal training. After advancing to the Gang Stage realm, his body could be compared to iron and stone. But now, he couldn't even withstand a single punch from an 18-year-old youth.    

Too terrifying!    

The Jiangnan Martial Dao had already reached such a monstrous level?    

A thought appeared in Yan Zhi's mind. Immediately, he endured the pain in his body and turned around to run wildly to the side.    

He knew very well that Chen Yi was not someone he could defeat.    

Chen Yi turned around and glanced at Yan Zhi indifferently. "You want to run?"    

Chen Yi formed a seal with one hand in front of him. There was a faint sound of wind in the surroundings. His body was as light as a feather. When he stepped forward, his feet touched the ground. It was as if he was walking on the wind, sweeping across the sky and earth.    

Yan Zhi sensed Chen Yi's movement behind him. He turned around and was even more shocked when he saw Chen Yi.    

Chen Yi was already behind him.    

Before Yan Zhi could react, a hand landed on his back.    

Yan Zhi only had time to circulate the inner energy in his body to form the Gang behind him. Immediately, the sound of Gang Qis cracking could be heard.    

Yan Zhi's body flew forward like a cannonball. After flying for more than 30 meters, Get on the ground.    

When Yan Zhi got up, He yelped and spat out a mouthful of blood.    

He raised his head and looked at Chen Yi. At this moment, Chen Yi's body was like an untouchable mountain in front of him. Every step he took was like stepping on his mind.    

Yan Zhi struggled to support his body. Suddenly, a figure ran over.    

"Don't hurt my father!"    

It was a girl who was only seven or eight years old. In a little pink dress, He raised both of his hands and stood in front of Yan Zhi.    

Chen Yi's feet paused for a moment. He looked at the girl who was biting her lower lip with tears in her eyes.    

"Tongtong!"    

Yan Zhi's pupils contracted when he saw the girl.    

Chen Yi said calmly, "Your daughter?"    

Yan Zhi was extremely nervous. At this point, how could he treat Chen Yi as an ordinary person?    

"Everything is my own business. Don't involve Tongtong!"    

He stood up with difficulty and was extremely nervous.    

Chen Yi could not help but chuckle, "If I want to kill you, do you think you can still live?"    

One sentence made Yan Zhi's expression change slightly.    

"I'm just curious. A grand master has fallen to such a state." Chen Yi spoke slowly.    

As he spoke, he dispersed the magic power in his body and glanced at the girl. "As a parent, you have failed your duty."    

Yan Zhi's expression changed drastically. He looked at Chen Yi for more than ten seconds before he bitterly smiled and held the girl called Tongtong in his arms.    

He sat on the ground and looked at Chen Yi. "Thank you!"    

Yan Zhi knew that what Chen Yi said was true. With Chen Yi's strength, he did not even have a chance to escape if he wanted to kill him.    

"How much did you spend to hire you?" Chen Yi asked with a faint smile.    

"Fifty thousand! "After I get the painting back, I'll get fifty thousand!"    

Fifty thousand?    

Even Chen Yi shook his head.    

Although they were both Martial Grandmasters, Yan Zhi and Lu Mingying were like one in the sky and the other in the ground.    

Even in Jiangnan, a Martial Grandmaster had to be valued and respected by the aristocratic families, not to mention fifty thousand. As long as a Grandmaster opened his mouth, five million wasn't a problem. 50 million wasn't a problem at all.    

"I offended the aristocratic families in Dongshan, and I was wanted by the Sixth Mountain." Yan Zhi seemed to know how ridiculous he was. He lowered his head and looked at Tongtong wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief. His eyes were filled with sorrow and loneliness.    

Chen Yi did not say anything. He just looked at Yan Zhi indifferently.    

After that, Yan Zhi revealed a little.    

His ancestors grew up in Eastern Mountain. In the past, there was even a Gang Stage Great Ekayāna Master among his ancestors.    

As for him, he had also learned martial arts since he was young. Not only that, Yan Zhi's talent was extraordinary, and he had advanced to the Gang Stage Sect Master at the age of thirty-nine.    

However, Yan Zhi did not rely on the aristocratic families. He just worked honestly and stayed in his own family.    

Unfortunately, things were unpredictable. In an accident, his aged mother and wife both died in the hands of the direct descendants of the Chu family of Eastern Mountain's number one aristocratic family.    

In a fit of anger, Yan Zhi stormed into the Chu family and killed the culprit. However, he was also wanted by the Sixth Mountain and exiled all the way to Zhenjiang.    

When Chen Yi heard this, there was no sadness or joy on his face. In this world, there were too many unfair and tragic things.    

"After I arrived in Zhenjiang, the people of Annyue contacted me and told me that someone offered 50,000 yuan to help me snatch a painting!" Yan Zhi's voice was full of bitterness.    

As a grandmaster, was it difficult to snatch a painting?    

Not to mention difficult, it was as if he was looking for something.    

In the entire Zhenjiang, even if it was Yun Moxuan's thing, it was nothing. If Yan Zhi wanted to snatch it, it would be as easy as flipping his palm.    

In the end, he encountered Chen Yi.    

A thousand years ago, Chen Yi had already dominated the world, and all the powerful beings in the world had to look after him.    

It was already miserable enough for a Grandmaster to fight for fifty thousand yuan.    

In the vast Jiangnan area, the probability of encountering Chen Yi was extremely small.    

Even Chen Yi looked at Yan Zhi with sympathy.    

The worst Grandmaster was only so-so!