Conceited Immortal On Campus

Under the volcano, two figures appeared out of nowhere, as if they wanted to climb the mountain.    

One of them had dark skin, fine curly hair sticking to his head, and there were some strange patterns on his body.    

The other had half a head of white hair, and he was over sixty years old. He held the bones of some kind of wild beast, and there was even an amber embedded on it.    

The two of them were startled by the light beam and could not help but look up.    

They looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.    

They saw that the old man was chanting something. It was as if there was wind gathering under his body. The two of them actually faintly rose into the air.    

Immediately, the two of them rushed towards the peak of the volcano at an extremely fast speed.    

Above the lava layer, Chen Yi's face was slightly pale. His eyes were still calm.    

He looked at the Earth Fire True Cauldron and his palm suddenly shook. Within the True Cauldron, a ray of treasure light fell into his hand.    

The treasured light gradually faded away, revealing an object that looked like a saber but not a saber. On its surface, it was even more like a piece of charred stone.    

Chen Yi looked at the treasure in his hand and revealed a faint smile.    

Suddenly, his eyes moved slightly, and he turned around to look at the peak of the volcano.    

"There are people here?"    

There seemed to be a hint of surprise in Chen Yi's eyes.    

There was no one in this barren land, nor was it suitable for survival. There were actually people here.    

He slowly turned around and looked at the two people on top of the mountain.    

"There's actually another martial arts expert who's comparable to a grandmaster?"    

Chen Yi was even more surprised, but the strength in their bodies made Chen Yi feel a sense of familiarity.    

"It seems to be the bloodline of the twelve Shamans."    

Chen Yi looked at them quietly. The so-called witches had been a legend since ancient times in China.    

However, according to Chen Yi's understanding, there were only five branches of the Wizard Race a thousand years ago. It was even rarer now.    

In the whole of China, there were not a hundred people who practiced sorcery.    

The strongest one should be a descendant of the Wizard Race from Miao Jiang's generation. He had seen it once sixty years ago, and it should be comparable to a True Force Realm martial artist. As for whether he was still alive or not, he did not know.    

Yet, in this place, he had actually noticed a branch of the Shaman Tribe.    

He did not know which branch, but there was indeed Shaman Power in his body.    

Shaman Energy was different from the Immortal Cultivators' Fa Li. The inner energy of a martial artist and the Genuine Qi were different as well.    

It was similar to some of the sects in China that had yet to sever the immortal gate.    

There were witch inheritors who cultivated their spiritual energy and were able to control Earth, Fire, Wind, and Water. There were witch inheritors, but they trained their bodies and their bodies were comparable to steel. Some of the witch inheritors even cultivated secret arts like divination.    

There were also inheritors of the Shaman Tribe who killed their enemies by refining Gu...    

Under Chen Yi's gaze, the two people who cultivated Shaman Power looked at the Earth Fire True Cauldron with burning eyes.    

When they saw Chen Yi, one of them spoke. Chen Yi had never heard of the words that were spoken by them.    

It sounded like the language of some small countries around China, but it was different. It sounded more like a dialect.    

The man in his forties spoke, but Chen Yi could not understand him at all.    

However, Chen Yi could sense the hostility in the man's eyes. There was even anger in his eyes.    

Chen Yi said calmly, "Do you know the language of Huaxia?"    

He spoke, which stunned the two people who practiced sorcery.    

The elderly man with the animal bone staff suddenly asked, "Are you from Huaxia?"    

His words were very difficult, and even had strange syllables. It sounded very strange.    

Chen Yi nodded lightly when he could communicate.    

The old man said slowly, "This is a holy land. You shouldn't have intruded on it without permission."    

Chen Yi could not help laughing when he heard that. He looked at the old man. "Holy land? When I came here back then, I did not know where you were."    

These words caused the old man to pause slightly. He tried to understand Chen Yi's words.    

Suddenly, a ferocious look appeared in his eyes. "You trespassed into my clan's holy land, and you still dare to humiliate me?"    

It was unknown if he understood Chen Yi's words, but the middle-aged man beside him also flew into a rage.    

Chen Yi shook his head gently. This was the truth, so what was there to insult?    

In any case, he had already mastered the magic treasure in his hand. The Earthflame True Cauldron had already been refined by him along with this place. Even the two of them were unable to move it in the slightest.    

Chen Yi decided to leave.    

However, before he could move, a sharp whistle sounded from the peak of the mountain.    

The middle-aged man who cultivated the Shaman Energy soared into the sky like a hawk. His hands turned brown all of a sudden.    

The Shaman Energy condensed on his hands, turned into sharp claws, and charged towards Chen Yi.    

From far away, Chen Yi could still feel the murderous aura of this man.    

Chen Yi frowned slightly. He had consumed almost ninety percent of his magic power, but even if there was only ten percent left, it was not something this middle-aged man could compare with.    

The middle-aged man descended. His hands turned into claws that could tear through the air and attack Chen Yi.    

Chen Yi looked at the middle-aged man. His left hand was holding the magic treasure he had refined, and he struck out with his other hand.    

Suddenly, a sound came from the mountain peak. The middle-aged man's expression changed slightly. He had actually forcefully solidified his body from the sky. After which, he suddenly fell and landed on the lava layer. He once again charged towards Chen Yi.    

This change was extremely fast. Even a Martial Grandmaster might not be able to react to it.    

Chen Yi looked at the old man on the mountain peak indifferently. "Do you practice divination?"    

After which, his palm slowly descended.    

His hand crossed the middle-aged man's claws.    

After which, his palm landed on the middle-aged man's body.    

Bang!    

With a dull sound, the man was sent flying dozens of meters away, retreating from the lava layer.    

This result made the man's eyes turn red. He let out a furious roar and spat out words that Chen Yi could not understand.    

He attacked again. This time, Chen Yi's expression changed.    

His face was covered with a layer of frost. He had already held back with his palm strike. How could he allow this man to come again?    

"Mortals do not know respect!"    

Chen Yi said coldly. Even if there was a tiny bit of magic power left in his body, it would only take an instant for him to kill this man.    

However, before he could do anything, the old man on top of the mountain spoke again.    

The middle-aged man stopped and retreated.    

This caused Chen Yi, who was about to attack, to pause for a moment. He lifted his eyes and looked at the old man.    

The old man raised his arms high and muttered something in his hands.    

A layer of light bloomed on the bone staff in his hands.    

Then, the light landed on the middle-aged man's body.    

Hu!    

A strong wind suddenly blew, and the middle-aged man's aura suddenly increased. Not only that, as the old man mumbled something, five or six halos entered the middle-aged man's body.    

Chen Yi looked at him with an indifferent expression. "With the blessing of witchcraft, is it the bloodline of the priest?"    

The middle-aged man's aura increased dramatically, from the aura of a martial grandmaster to the peak of a martial grandmaster. He was not far away from becoming a martial grandmaster.    

His feet abruptly stomped on the ground. With a sudden stomp, his speed increased by several times.    

No, it was as if his body had become much lighter, and there were many invisible winds surrounding him.    

The middle-aged man appeared in front of Chen Yi in the blink of an eye. His hands turned into fists, and in an instant, his fists were like a storm.    

Every punch was powerful and powerful. Even a Grandmaster would have their entire body broken by these fists.    

Chen Yi's eyes also had a hint of sharpness.    

One of his hands turned into many afterimages. Each of his hands blocked the middle-aged man's punch.    

The sound of collisions could be heard continuously, and wild wind was blowing in all directions.    

Suddenly, Chen Yi's punch missed the heavy punches and landed on the middle-aged man's chest.    

However, the sound of bones cracking could be heard. The middle-aged man was sent flying dozens of meters away.    

The middle-aged man suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood. His eyes seemed to be filled with shock.    

Chen Yi, on the other hand, had a cold expression on his face. His left hand shook slightly, and the charred stone shattered, revealing the magic treasure he had refined.    

"You dare to oppose me?"