Chapter 1495: I said, can't you understand me?

The middle-aged man with short hair kept moving back, looking at Zhang Ziling who couldn't even speak, and his body was shaking uncontrollably.
The middle-aged man with short hair never dreamed that a young man in his early twenties could be so powerful!
The aura that permeated Zhang Ziling's body made the short-haired middle-aged man feel the fear from deep in his heart.
This son is invincible!
This thought came to my mind, the middle-aged man with short hair didn't care about his face, ready to flee.
The middle-aged man with short hair has a hunch that if Zhang Ziling wants to kill himself, he only needs one finger!
The middle-aged man with short hair wants to escape, but...
The short-haired middle-aged suddenly realized that he had set up a barrier around him, and it would take some time for him to remove that barrier now.
During that period of time, if he took the lead in doing something, it would be enough for Zhang Ziling to do anything to him!
Realizing that he had done such a stupid thing, the fear that surged in the heart of the short-haired middle-aged man became stronger and stronger, and those fears even began to fill his own mind.
Endless regret breeds in the heart of the middle-aged man with short hair. Now he regrets coming over to provoke Zhang Ziling and others.
The people in Tianyang Academy below the competition stage didn't know what happened in the competition stage. They only found that their teacher was behaving a little wrong, and their hearts were full of doubts.
What's wrong?
"Senior Brother Qi, teacher, this is..." a student asked Qi Yuan suspiciously.
Qi Yuan frowned at the moment, staring at the martial arts stage, shaking his head, and said: "I don't know, but that guy is a little weird!"
Now even if they are stupid, they can realize that something is wrong.
However, Zhang Ziling's power only rests on a middle-aged man with short hair. Everyone at Tianyang College does not know why their teachers are afraid.
"You go and call the patrolmen over." Qi Yuan casually dragged a student and ordered quickly and quietly.
"Huh?" The student who was held by Qi Yuan looked puzzled, wondering why Qi Yuan did this.
"If you ask you to go, go quickly!" Qi Yuan kicked the student and kicked it away.
Seeing the student squeezing out of the crowd quickly, Qi Yuan's frowned brows were not soothing.
"I hope...nothing goes wrong." Qi Yuan whispered as he watched the martial arts stage, with a deep worry in his eyes.
The appearance of Zhang Ziling gave Qi Yuan a bad premonition.
On the competition stage, the short-haired middle-aged man has no energy to see what happened under the competition stage. He is now under more pressure than anyone else, and his clothes have been soaked with sweat.
Zhang Ziling had a playful smile on his face, and the coldness in his eyes made the short-haired middle-aged soul tremble.
"You, don't bluff here. If you are really a teacher, you can't do anything between teachers before the Hundred Academy Conference begins! Don't break the rules!" The short-haired middle-aged man is completely persuaded now. Don't want to start with Zhang Ziling.
Zhang Ziling's coercion made him lose all his fighting spirit.
"Before the Hundred Academy Conference begins, can't the teachers do it?" Zhang Ziling raised his eyebrows slightly, and smiled at the middle-aged man with short hair. "Then what were you planning to do?"
Hearing what Zhang Ziling said, the middle-aged with short hair turned his eyes quickly, shaking his hands to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and said to Zhang Ziling tremblingly: "You, don't be too much! Just now you hid your identity as a teacher, I thought you I am a student of Baishi Academy. I am prepared to teach you and teach you the principles of life out of good intentions."
"Since we are all teachers, then the misunderstanding between us is resolved, so let's expose this matter."
"Teachers do it in advance. If the organizer knows about it, our Tianyang College and your Baishi College will be disqualified from the conference. I hope you can understand!" At this point, the fear in the heart of the short-haired middle-aged can not help but reduce A bit more, and even a bit more confidence.
He believed that Zhang Ziling was absolutely impossible to take the risk of being disqualified from Baishi Academy.
Feeling a little safe in his heart, a smile appeared on the face of the short-haired middle-aged man, and the barrier around the martial arts stage was taken down.
"This time it's a misunderstanding. See you next time at the 100th academy meeting. I don't know if you don't fight." After finishing speaking, the middle-aged man with short hair straightened his waist, turned and walked under the martial arts stage.
Qi Yuan stared at Zhang Ziling from below, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth.
If Zhang Ziling does not make a move, nothing will happen to them today, but if Zhang Ziling does make a move...
"hateful!"
At this moment, Qi Yuan also felt the unbearable pressure, and began to recede continuously.
On the competition stage, the short-haired middle-aged man suffered every step he took. Although he is all in peace so far, Zhang Ziling has not made any moves.
However, the coercion Zhang Ziling exerted on him is still there. The short-haired middle-aged man is very afraid that Zhang Ziling will do it next moment.
In the tormented situation, the short-haired middle-aged man stepped to the edge of the competition stage. Seeing that he took another step, he was off the competition stage. The short-haired middle-aged man couldn’t help taking a deep breath. A relaxed smile appeared on his face. The huge rock fell completely.
saved.
"stop."
When the short-haired middle-aged took this last step, Zhang Ziling’s cold voice rang in the ears of the short-haired middle-aged, causing the short-haired middle-aged’s feet to hang in the air, and the whole person froze in place.
Fear, once again crawled to the face of the middle-aged man with short hair.
The short-haired middle-aged Adam's apple moved, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, reluctantly retracted his foot, turned around and asked Zhang Ziling with difficulty, "What else is there?"
"What's your name?" Zhang Ziling looked at the short-haired middle-aged man who was nervous now, and asked with a smile, very gentle.
"I'm going to Li Di." Zhang Ziling, a middle-aged man with short hair, gave his hand slightly.
"It's Li Di...that's okay, at least when you die, you can let everyone know what your name is." Zhang Ziling said with a smile, but the smile that barely squeezed out of Li Di's face instantly solidified.
Qi Yuan's face changed drastically in the martial arts stage, and he began to step back.
Zhang Ziling really wants to do it!
The other monks around the martial arts platform were not at all surprised by Zhang Ziling's approach. Everyone in Hongye City had heard of Zhang Ziling's style of behavior, and ignoring the rules was Zhang Ziling's label.
"Ge, Your Excellency, what do you mean?" Li Di tremblingly asked Zhang Ziling, "There are rules for the Hundred Academy Conference..."
"Come here." Zhang Ziling smiled and beckoned to Li Di, and directly interrupted Li Di's words.
Li Di's next words were all blocked, and the expression on his face became extremely exciting.
Seeing Li Di still standing in place and not moving, Zhang Ziling still had a gentle smile on his face, and squinted at Li Di and smiled: "I said... don't you understand me?"