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In an open area at the foot of the Great South Mountain.

Ling Yan gently closed his eyes and sat there quietly. His expression was calm and natural, and his breathing was even and powerful. His entire body seemed to have turned into a sculpture.

It was the end of the day, and Ling Yan had already arrived here early in the morning. After getting warm for a while, he sat cross-legged on the open ground and meditated, recovering his mental strength to its peak state. He went to welcome the Crimson Nimbus Martial School's entrance examination.

Today, at the foot of the Great South Mountain, it was extremely quiet. Even the chirping of birds and insects seemed to have disappeared without a trace of wind, as if the wind had hidden itself for some reason. The air was filled with a sense of silence and coldness that caused even the ground to feel a tinge of coldness.

"Rustle, rustle, rustle ~"

Suddenly, there seemed to be an extremely faint rustling sound in the forest, like the rustling of leaves. If one did not pay careful attention, one would not be able to hear it.

For some reason, Ling Yan, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation in a clearing in the forest, felt uneasy. He was a little distracted, and the pores on his body quietly stood erect for some reason.

Ling Yan opened his eyes and felt that something was wrong. This kind of instinctive reaction from his body meant that something bad was about to happen.

"Rustle, rustle, rustle ~"

Ling Yan's ears moved slightly. After practicing the "Berserk Golden Body Art", his perception had improved by a lot, and was much higher than those martial artists of the same level. After listening carefully, his eyes flickered, and he became vigilant.

This was not the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves and the leaves gently rubbing against each other, but the sound of someone secretly moving forward and breaking through the leaves!

Ling Yan was secretly on guard within his heart. However, his expression did not change in the slightest. His right hand quietly lowered itself and landed on the ground.

"Who is this? What is his purpose in coming so close to me with such care?" Could it be that fellow, Pu Dong, wanted to play a prank on me? Or did Wang Ba send someone here to deal with me? "

Ling Yan's mind raced. Usually, his daily life was very monotonous and he had never come into contact with many people. Moreover, other than Pu Dong, the only other person who knew of this place was Wang Ba.

However, very quickly, Ling Yan rejected Pu Dong. Because the distance was too far, he could only feel that this person's strength was very high and was not able to determine the exact cultivation level. However, Pu Dong temporarily did not have that kind of strength.

What was left was to be related to Wang Ba.

This brat, Ling Yan was sure that the young master of an aristocratic family, Wang Ba, would not let him off so easily. Back then, he had beaten up Wang Ba in front of so many people.

However, the person Wang Ba had called this time had caused Ling Yan to feel an immense pressure. If his judgement was accurate, this person's strength was definitely above the 3rd level of the Mortal Realm.

Although he had defeated Wang Ba, who was at the peak of the Second Stage of the Mortal Stage, earlier with his mastery of the First Stage of the Mortal Body Refinement Realm, and had raised his cultivation by about half a stage, a playboy like Wang Ba did not have much talent, nor did he have to suffer much. His cultivation was basically piled up with pills, and his strength was a little lacking.

Ever since Ling Yan had started practicing martial arts at the age of twelve, he had been very strict with himself. He trained very hard, and his foundation was very stable, and his cultivation was actually formed from hard work and hard work, which was naturally not something that Wang Ba could compare with. In addition to the tempering of his top cultivation method in the Spirit Realm, the 'Berserk Golden Body Art', it was still more than enough to deal with Wang Ba.

Now, Ling Yan had advanced to the great perfection of the Mortal Stage, and his hidden opponent was at least at the third level of the Mortal Stage Initial Phase. Even though he had a top martial skill like the Frenzied Bull's Head and had comprehended some fist wind, he was still at a disadvantage when fighting a battle without knowing the trump cards of others.

Ling Yan felt a sense of danger!