“The ancestral sect teaches that anyone who has reached the third level of martial arts can become an outer disciple regardless of their status. But…you can’t!”
The gray-clothed deacon spoke slowly, causing Lin Yun’s complexion to change slightly as he pondered, “Why, am I an exception?”
“Did you bring up this cultivation by yourself? No one in the sect knows that Su Ziyao has rewarded you with countless medicinal pills, and the cultivation base is completely accumulated by medicinal pills. What’s the use of the door!”
With a sneer, the gray-clothed old man said lightly: “I will not embarrass you. You can choose any one of the outer disciples in the hall of the sect. If you can survive ten moves, I will give you the status of outer disciple. , otherwise…”
The voice paused for a while, and the gray-clothed deacon snorted coldly: “It’s better to go back and be your sword slave honestly, and don’t waste the resources of the sect.”
The sudden change made Zongwu Hall’s relaxed atmosphere turn cold.
Some people feel pity for Lin Yun. After two years of hard work, it turned out to be an empty joy.
There are also people who think that Deacon Gray is right. The cultivation base accumulated by medicinal pills does not have much potential.
It can be said that they have held ten moves in their hands, but they are really embarrassing.
How could it be possible for those who have been practicing for several years to survive ten moves in the hands of those who have just entered the third level of martial arts.
Lin Yun looked directly at the gray-clothed deacon, and he couldn’t figure it out.
“Don’t panic, Xiao Linzi, Senior Brother Zhou will take care of you. Take five moves in my hands, and I’ll let you pass the next five moves.”
The voice sounded from behind, Lin Yun looked back and saw Zhou Ping’s smiling face in the crowd.
In a short time, I understood a lot.
“Yo! I also wear a headscarf, why? I think so, I’m not a sword slave?”
With a hint of sarcasm, Zhou Ping walked slowly, and the other outer disciples quickly stepped aside.
Many people saw Zhou Ping walking out, and there was a hint of surprise in their eyes. No wonder Deacon Yang would make things difficult for Lin Yun.
It is certain that Lin Yun was revenge by Zhou Ping.
As Zhou Ping, it is too simple to ask Deacon Yang to help him with this little favor.
Knowing returns to knowing, but no one wants to stand up for Lin Yun, who would ask for trouble to help a sword slave?
“Deacon Yang, do you dare to ask if what you just said is true? If I take the ten moves from Senior Brother last week, I can become a disciple of the outer sect?”
Ignoring Zhou Ping’s mockery, Lin Yun turned around and asked the old man in gray.
A flash of surprise flashed in Deacon’s eyes, and he said solemnly, “That’s natural. If you can prove that you’re not a coward, why would the old man embarrass you?”
What he said was righteous and awe-inspiring, but the gray-clothed deacon couldn’t stop sneering in his heart. For Zhou Ping, who was at the same level as himself, this sword slave was really over his head.
Inside the church.
Lin Yun, who originally thought he would retreat in spite of difficulties, actually chose to take the initiative to fight, surprising the other outer disciples.
At the moment, if you think about it for a while, you will know that it is Zhou Ping’s intentional arrangement.
After waiting, Lin Yun jumped in. No normal person would make this choice and bring shame on himself.
What’s more, Zhou Ping’s fourth-level martial arts is a small realm higher than him.
“Senior Brother Zhou, please enlighten me.”
Going to the relatively empty flat ground of the Zongwu Hall, Lin Yun stretched out his hand and said.
“Hey, anyway, you used to be my sword slave, what I said just now still counts, you just need to catch my five moves.”
When the voice fell, Zhou Ping leaned forward, his arms spread like wings, and ran towards Lin Yun.
Whoosh!
The moment he ran, he brought a strong storm and rushed straight past.
“The body is like a bow, the arm is like a wing, and the momentum is like the wind. This is the eagle’s palm!”
“The goshawk hunts and focuses on gaining momentum. From this posture, it seems that Zhou Ping has a good grasp. It will be amazing when he takes off.”
“It’s no wonder that Zhou Ping dared to let Lin Yun make five moves. He has a good grasp of the artistic conception of the eagle palm art, and he is not far from Dacheng.”
As soon as an expert makes a move, he will know if there is any.
The presence was not a handyman from Xijiange, they were all disciples of the outer sect, and they could see the truth of Zhou Ping at a glance.
The gust of wind hit, blowing Lin Yun’s long hair in front of the forehead, Zhou Ping, who rushed towards him, his eyes were fierce and fierce, and his steps were steady and heavy.
Compared to the exaggeration and carelessness of the three days ago, it is completely different.
If you didn’t come here at all, you’d really be planted here today.
Lin Yunchu remained calm, recalling the charm of the tiger in the picture scroll in his mind. The other party was gaining momentum, and he was also gaining momentum.
“It’s over, this sword slave has lost his mind, does not move, is he waiting to die?”
“Once the Eagle Palm is used, its power is extremely fast. Unless you are extremely skilled and move like a cunning rabbit, you won’t be able to take advantage of it if you fight recklessly.”
“How can a sword slave know this, when Zhou Ping takes off, it will be doomed.”
“He flew!”
I saw Zhou Ping, who was leaning forward, his arms like wings, rushing all the way, and the soles of his feet stomped.
Whoosh!
The body is like a sharp arrow, it rises into the sky, and the arms are fiercely stretched out, like a goshawk spreading its wings, and its eyes are sharp like a sword.
A savage smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, Zhou Ping Kong looked a bit brutal, revealing his ferocity.
Let’s not talk about the humiliation three days ago, this Lin Yun is Zhou Ping’s big source of money, he can’t let him become an outer disciple.
If he leaves, where will Su Ziyao’s reward be in the future?
“Beat me!”
With an angry shout, Zhou Ping’s attack that was ready to launch reached its peak.
The five fingers of the right hand turned into claws, like a goshawk hunting, and grabbed it fiercely towards the top of Lin Yun’s head.
“It’s so cruel!”
Outside disciples at the scene took a deep breath. It seemed that Zhou Ping had no intention of leaving Lin Yun a retreat.
Take it straight to the top of the head, and these undead will be hit hard.
Five tricks?
He never thought of giving Lin Yun the chance to make five moves, that is, to humiliate his opponent with one move.
Whoohoo!
Before the eagle’s claws arrived, the strong wind had already blown Lin Yun, and some could not open their eyes, and their long hair fluttered.
Step back with right foot, bending over.
In the eyes of everyone, Lin Yun made a slightly stupid move, which was a big surprise.
This is going to retreat, to avoid the edge for a while, is it possible to retreat?
Not good!
Deacon Yang, who had been indifferent all this time, suddenly jumped up in his right eyelid and his face changed wildly.
But it’s too late. Before he can stop him, Lin Yun has already made his move.
I have a tiger in my heart, sniff the roses carefully!
Fighting Tiger Fist, Tiger Roaring Mountain Forest!
Lin Yun, who stepped back with his right foot and bent over, moved forward instead of retreating, clenching his fingers tightly, he punched out.
In an instant, there seems to be a painting unfolding behind it.
The bones in the body exploded, like a tiger roaring, roaring again and again. With a punch, there was an explosion-like sound in the air, the airflow was chaotic, and the wind was blowing in all directions.
This punch to myself, you shouldn’t stop me from becoming an outer disciple and secret tricks!
“Dacheng Tiger Fist!”
Outside disciples with sharp eyes immediately saw that Lin Yun was a complete success of Tiger Fist!
Boom!
The fist and palm are handed over, and Zhou Pingying’s palm skill is still some distance away from Dacheng.
The palm of the hand exploded, and it felt like the entire arm was useless, and the body flew out.
There is a look of horror in his eyes, how is this possible, it was Xiaocheng’s Tiger Fist three days ago.
Why did it break out after three days?
Although Tiger Fist is a basic boxing technique, it is not something that can be done casually.
The most terrible thing is that he wants to defeat Lin Yun with one blow. At this moment, people can’t change position in the air at all~IndoMTL.com~ Lin Yun looked indifferent, ran two steps, and then jumped like a tiger.
He jumped up, without the height and swiftness of Zhou Ping’s goshawk, but he showed the fierce and heavy charm of a tiger.
The tiger descends!
Zhou Ping, who is in the air, his right arm is weak and unable to move. He could only watch himself, and was punched even more fiercely by Lin Yun on his chest.
Crack!
Several broken bones in the chest, Zhou Ping’s face was painful, and he couldn’t stop crying after the end.
The second punch is for the original owner, Lin Yun. You shouldn’t bully the weak and bully the other for two full years!
Close your fists and stand still.
After landing, Lin Yun moved five fingers to calm down the surging internal energy in his body.
Zhou Ping, who was originally thought to be able to severely damage Lin Yun with one move, was defeated by his two moves, and his energy was neat.
An ending that no one expected, the outer disciples in the hall of the Zongwu Hall were stunned.
Wow, the wind blows!
Deacon Yang flickered and fell to Zhou Ping’s side to check his injuries.
His face turned gloomy in an instant, he looked at Lin Yun and said angrily: “You sword slave, such a big dog, you are so ruthless. Lin Yun, you seriously injured your fellow sect, you are not benevolent and injustice, I will now take care of you. You expelled the Qingyun Sect!”
Lin Yun was a little stunned in his heart, but he was not surprised, and said lightly: “Tiger Fist is inherently inferior to Eagle Palm, if I don’t do my best, his first claws may break my Heavenly Spirit Cover. .”
“Dare to talk back to me!”
Deacon Yang was so angry that Zhou Ping was seriously injured, so how could he explain to his father?
This little sword slave, with such a hard mouth, really doesn’t know whether to live or die.
In the hall of the Zongwu Hall, the atmosphere suddenly changed, and the pressure was greatly increased. The gray-clothed deacon was really angry!
“Stop.”
Just when the gray-clothed deacon was about to teach Lin Yun a lesson, a hoarse voice came from upstairs.