Campus belle's cultivation master

Hundreds of people gathered around, but now they fell into a collective silence.

The complicated sight poured into the young man standing in the middle of the sword, full of uneasiness.

How dare you let Wei Qing, the first disciple of zhenwuzong, kneel down and admit his mistake? This boy must be crazy

But even so, no one dares to question it in public.

At the moment, Lin Yu was holding a killing sword, and his inner strength was at the peak of his cultivation, which made all the heroes hide their heads and necks, and dare not look at him!

Wei Qing met the cold eyes full of killing intention, and suddenly shivered. He only felt that his whole body was cool.

Frustration, an endless sense of frustration comes to mind

He is an outstanding disciple of the famous school. He is a proud person in the world. He is full of pride and complacency. However, in the face of Lin Yuzhi, all this is like a dream.

"Mr. Lin, there are two strong people in zhenwuzong, who are worthy of the name of the martial arts school." Meng siyao stepped out with a clear and pleasant voice, but with a sharp edge, "as the saying goes, it's easy to understand an enemy, but it's not easy to get married. Do you really want to be so hard to carry it?"

Lin Yumo kept silent and walked forward step by step. In the blink of an eye, he came to her.

The two men were opposed to each other and their eyes were intertwined.

Meng siyao's pretty face turned pale and her delicate body could not help trembling.

How can there be such a terrible vision, the dark pupil, just like the bottomless cold pool, cold and deep, as if in a moment her whole person was absorbed

She can't bear the mental pressure, can't help but back two steps, flash in the side, dare not stop.

Lin Yu Mu did not squint, a few steps to Wei Qing near, voice calm and indifferent.

"One last chance."

Wei Qing shivered all over and raised his head in fear.

"You... Don't go too far..."

Lin Yu's hand of holding the sword was slightly tight. The blade of the sword trembled and gave out a low hum.

Wei Qing's pupils suddenly shrank, and for a moment, he felt as if he was on his back.

In front of me, I really dare to kill myself!

His lips trembled, his tall body bent and his legs softened.

Lin Yu suddenly raised his long steel sword and put the blade on his shoulder.

Wei Qing's body trembled, his knees bent, and he fell to his knees with a "plop" sound!

"I... I..." his voice trembled and stammered, "I'm wrong..."

His voice dropped, and he seemed to have taken off all his strength, and his face was covered with ashes.

All the onlookers were pale and looked at the scene in panic.

Wei Qing, the eldest disciple of zhenwuzong, was forced by the situation and really knelt down!

Meng siyao watched from the side, feeling unspeakable complexity.

At this time, where are the proud zhenwuzong disciples? There's only one shivering, begging for mercy!

She couldn't help looking up at Lin Yu's pretty face full of indifference. It seemed that there was something more in her beautiful eyes.

No matter when and where it is placed, the unique style of Tianzong's talent attracts people's attention

Lin Yu wiped the blade on Wei Qing's shoulder and wiped away the blood. Then he turned around and said in a light voice, "you can go away!"

Humiliation! The endless humiliation, like the tide, rushed into Wei Qing's heart.

His face was twisted and his whole body was convulsed. "I will take revenge for today's humiliation!"

Lin Yu sneered and ignored.

Revenge? Do you have that ability?

Wei Qing slowly got up from the ground, like a drunk who had drunk too much. He was in a mess and walked away.

After today, his ugly behavior of kneeling down in the street will surely spread throughout the whole world of cultivation and become a laughing stock.

Meng siyao took a deep look at Lin Yu's back and bit his lips gently.

"Mr. Lin, today's disgrace, I really Wuzong will not give up, you do it yourself."

Lin Yu gazed at the long sword flashing with cold light in his hand and said leisurely: "the three foot sword in your hand, let the East, West, North and south wind."

"Well, sir, I admire siyao for his magnanimity." Meng siyao clenched her silver teeth and whirled away, following Wei Qing.

Two people leave, the scene seems to have eased a bit, the crowd began to whisper again.

"What is the origin of this boy?"

"It's so terrible that Wei Qing was forced to kneel down in the street..."

"If Wu Yanlin knew that his disciples had been humiliated, how could he give up?"

Lin Yu turned a deaf ear to the comments around him. He came to a young monk with the long steel sword in his hand.

The practitioner is only thirty years old, and his cultivation is just beginning to enter the inner strength, but the scabbard around his waist is empty. He is the master of this killing blade.

"Thank you very much." Lin Yu raised the long sword's palms and handed it forward, "the things are returned to their original owners."

That year, the young monk's body was shaking, and he staggered back a few steps with panic in his eyes, but he didn't dare to pick it up.

There are several dead souls under the long sword. Besides Shen Lang and three masters of Shi family's internal strength, Shi maode, an old generation's internal strength, was killed on the spot. Even Wei Qing, a disciple of Zhenwu sect, was forced to kneel down and beg for mercy.

Who dares to take such a sword?

Lin Yu raised his eyebrows slightly and asked in a light voice, "has this sword ever seen blood?"

That year, the young monk's face suddenly changed, and he quickly leaned over: "Mr. Hui, I have never seen blood before."

"If you don't kill with sword, what do you want to do?" Lin Yu chuckled and turned around.

When his wrist turned suddenly, the fine steel sword flew out with a "whew" sound and returned to the scabbard automatically.

The young monk immediately showed his shame, turned to squeeze away the crowd and ran away in panic.

Not long after, a Qian family master led more than a dozen of his subordinates to arrive here, converged the body and left without saying a word from the beginning to the end.

In this place, practitioners gather, and it often happens that they don't agree with each other. Obviously, it's not worth making a fuss.

Lin Yu went back to the table and sat down. He regained his innocent and indifferent face.

"I'm worried for nothing!" Yang Xixi fork waist, see appearance seem to have a little annoyed, "you so have ability, why not say early?"

"You didn't ask."

Yang Xi Xi stares big eyes: "I don't ask you not to say?"

Lin Yu had a cold face: "why did you say that

Yang Xixi was speechless.

Around those spectators and slowly came, carefully asked.

"Excuse me... Is this pill still on sale?"

"Sell! Of course Yang Xixi smiles sweetly and stretches out her little white hand, "take the money!"

With the lessons of Shi maode and others, those who originally had the heart to seize the treasure fled in a hurry and did not dare to have another incident.

People lined up to buy pills.

Yang Xixi's face warmly welcomed him. He was too busy to talk with Lin Yu.

Lin Yu was sitting there quietly, just like an old monk. His face was still bored