Campus belle's cultivation master

The disciples of Tianlan sect all around looked angry, and even the many practitioners on the scene also showed strong dissatisfaction.

How arrogant! If you are a waste with a crack in the road and a fall in your accomplishments, do you still think that you are the proud son of heaven who can command people all over the world?

Hu Gong twisted his beard under his jaw and sneered with disdain: "it's so big of you to sit alone in the big chair."

He raised his face haughtily, flashed to the side, raised his hand and pointed to the guests, and his eyes were filled with a sense of provocation

"Master Lin, if you don't feel angry, just say it, or you will be convinced. With your present status and cultivation, are you qualified to make any of you who are strong in martial arts give up your seat? "

Nearly a hundred great figures in the banquet were on pins and needles, and they all secretly scolded Tianlan Zong for being unkind. It's clear that Lin Zixuan is going to bring disaster to the East and set Lin Zixuan against all the practitioners present!

Lin Yu shouldered his hands and walked forward slowly, sneering.

All around again quiet down, many practitioners have stopped laughing, countless complex interwoven eyes poured on the proud and cold young man.

The faces of dozens of heavenly masters in the banquet all changed slightly. However, due to their identity, they do not want to make a fool of themselves in public, but they also sit still, without the slightest intention of getting up.

"Calm down, calm down..." they constantly hinted to themselves, "linzixuan has been abandoned, he is now a useless person, absolutely no courage to challenge in public..."

Lin Yu's eyes looked around, and his cold voice sounded slowly on the star picking platform.

"I know that many of you here are thinking about this head." He slowly raised his hand, pointed like a knife, and wiped it on his neck. "The martial arts are respected. Only when you walk on the corpse can you cultivate the immortal heart of Taoism. This is the best principle that has been bumpy and unbreakable since ancient times.

From this point of view, the value of this head is extraordinary. If you chop me with internal force, you can enter the realm of transformation; If you cut me, you will be born! "

All over the audience, thousands of practitioners were shocked. Looking at the young man standing in the center again, his eyes turned scarlet, showing a strong sense of greed.

The crowd began to make a commotion, and there was a constant buzzing sound. Some of them even pressed the sword hanging on their waist, eager to try.

Lin Zixuan's words are absolutely right. He is afraid of difficulties. The reason why most practitioners can't go any further is not that they are weak in talent, but that they are hard to get rid of demons.

If we can really succeed in the first World War and take off the crown of the son of heaven, the road of practice will be a glorious and smooth road from now on.

In other words, even Lin Zixuan can be killed. What else can't be done? This will greatly improve the mind of the practitioners, and also sharpen the mind of Tao!

This is the root of the stepping stone of Wudao.

If you cut it with internal force, you can enter the realm of transformation; If you cut it, you will be born!

Who can not be moved by the strong practitioners who dream of climbing the top of martial arts day and night?

Lin Yu suddenly gave a deep sneer: "ha ha, what I want is a seat, but what you want is a fight."

His five slender fingers slowly folded into fists, cold eyes over the audience, suddenly a clear drink: "Jiangnan linzixuan here, who dares to fight!"

Boom!

The four fields vibrated, and many strong practitioners staggered backward, showing shame.

Lin Yu opened his arms and looked up at the sky. His eyes were cold and his robes were hunting in the autumn wind.

"Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha His long, clear smile soared into the sky, rumbling among the mountains and the vast waves! It's so cold

At the banquet, Cai Yunfei, the leader of zhenwuzong, turned his lips and bowed his head. He immediately got up and left the banquet in silence with a gloomy look and gave up his seat.

Then, Shi Kaixuan, Li Jiuling, Feng Cangsong

Many of the Heavenly Master figures stood up one after another and gave way. They flashed aside with depressed and decadent faces and lowered their eyebrows.

Even though he knows that Lin Zixuan is deep in the crack of the main road, even if he cuts Lin Zixuan, he will be able to refine his mind, but there are thousands of practitioners on the field, but no one dares to let go!

There's only one on the head. If you lose it, you can't get it back. No one can afford to gamble.

If you can't kill Lin Zixuan, the son of heaven's pride, and instead take your own life in, isn't it a big loss?

Just now those eager to try, greedy face practitioners also wake up, the scarlet eyes quietly disappeared without a trace, the hand holding the sword hung down.

The martial arts are afraid of difficulties, which is displayed incisively and vividly at this moment. In the face of a strong enemy, the vast majority of people in this world do not have the courage to abandon everything and draw a sword to fight against each other.

Death is an extreme fear deeply imprinted in human bones. Because it means to disappear, it means to have nothing.

In addition to the time-honored master of Xiuzhen, Xiong Siwu, a half step congenital master, is still sitting in the main seat. The guest table is empty and gives way to a row of seats.

Hu Gong Feng watched the scene with his hands shaking. His old face turned purple eggplant, which was very ugly.

He overestimated the blood of many martial arts strongmen on the scene, and underestimated Lin Zixuan's terror and deterrent power in Xiuzhen world.

After Linjiang's hemoptysis, this man was a solid waste, but he could still crush the whole audience, which made tens of thousands of inner strength masters and dozens of heavenly masters scared and did not dare to act rashly.

It's terrible. Even Tianlan Xianzong, which has been handed down for thousands of years, may not be able to achieve this level!

Behind him, Kong Wu, the deacon, was even more bent down and knees, sweating, and nearly paralyzed to the ground.

Lin Yu smile convergence, body suddenly a turn, back up the hands. He stepped on the steps and walked slowly to the guest table in the complex sight of countless paths.

Xiong Siwu was sitting at the top of the guests' table. He watched the young man come slowly. With so many chairs around him, he just stood in front of him, calm and calm.

He raised his face, blinked and asked in a gruff voice, "what do you want to do?"

Lin Yu's face was calm and his tone was gentle: "I want your seat."

Eyes opposite, like a sword, two people in each other's eyes to see a sharp, the air seems to be able to explode sparks.

This is the first time that Xiong 455 meets Lin Zixuan, the son of heaven. As the saying goes, the world is unpredictable. At this time, he can't imagine it. After the dark turmoil, Emperor Ming went to Sanchuan to fight against the dragon. He would become the first general of the young people in front of him. He would fight against the Changfeng and fill every gully of Sanchuan with corpses.

Of course, this is the last word