Sovereign of the Era

"Those who practice martial arts and Taoism can become disciples of other schools regardless of their status. But You can't! "

The deacon in gray slowly said, let Lin Yun's face change slightly, pondered: "how, I became an exception?"

"Did you bring up this cultivation by yourself? No one in the clan knows that Su ziyao has rewarded you with countless pills. His accomplishments are entirely based on the accumulation of pills, but they are merely superficial. What is the use of the sect? "

With a sneer, the old man in grey said faintly, "I don't embarrass you. You can choose one of the outer disciples in the hall of the imperial palace. If you can survive ten moves, I'll give you the identity of a disciple from other schools. Otherwise

With a slight voice, the grey deacon said coldly, "you'd better go back and be your sword slave honestly. Don't waste the resources of the clan."

The sudden change made the zongwutang a little relaxed and cold.

Some people feel sorry for Lin Yun, but after two years of hard work, it turns out to be nothing.

Some people also think that the deacon in grey is right. The cultivation accumulated by pills does not have much potential.

It can be said that they have held up ten moves in their hands, but it is really difficult to be a person.

How can they survive ten moves in the hands of those who have practiced for several years.

Lin Yun looks straight at the deacon in grey clothes. He doesn't understand why he is so hard on himself.

"Don't panic, elder martial brother Zhou will take care of you. Take five moves in my hand, and I'll let you pass the last five moves. "

The voice sounded from behind. Lin Yun looked back and saw Zhou Ping's half smiling face in the crowd.

For a while, I understood a lot.

"Oh! And a headscarf. What? Don't you think it's a sword slave? "

With a trace of irony, Zhou Ping came slowly, and other disciples of the outer gate quickly stepped aside.

Many people saw Zhou Ping coming out with a faint look in their eyes. No wonder deacon Yang would make trouble for Lin Yun.

It is certain that Lin Yun was retaliated by Zhou Ping.

In Zhou Ping's capacity, it's too simple to ask deacon yang to help him.

Know return to know, but no one is willing to help Lin Yun, who will ask for trouble to help a sword slave?

"Deacon Yang, do you really mean what you just said? If I take the ten moves of my elder martial brother last week, I can become a foreign disciple? "

Ignoring Zhou Ping's taunt, Lin Yun turned and asked the old man in gray.

The deacon in grey flashed an accident in his eyes and said in a deep voice, "it's natural. If you can prove that you are not a showy person, why should I embarrass you?"

But the deacon in grey sneered at him. To Zhou Ping, who was superior to himself, he was really beyond his ability.

In Zongwu hall.

Lin Yun, who originally thought he would retreat in the face of difficulties, chose to take the initiative to fight, which surprised other disciples.

At present, if you think about the current situation, you can see that it was Zhou Ping who deliberately set up the situation.

Waiting for Lin Yun to jump inside, normal people would not make this choice, to insult themselves.

What's more, Zhou Pingwu is a little higher than he is.

"Brother Zhou, please give me your advice."

Walking to the more open plain of Zongwu hall, Lin Yun reached out and said.

"Hey hey, you used to be my sword slave. What I said just now still counts. You just need to catch me five moves."

The voice falls, Zhou Ping leans forward, arms spread like wings, and rushes toward Lin Yun.

Whoosh!

The moment of running, they take a strong storm, straight forward.

"The body is like a bow, the arms are like wings, and the momentum is like the wind. This is eagle's palm skill!"

"When the goshawk hunts, it is important to build up its strength. From this posture, Zhou Ping has a good command of it. It will be wonderful when he flies into the sky."

"It's no wonder that Zhou Ping dared to let Lin Yun take five moves this week. He mastered the artistic conception of Eagle palm skill well, and it's not far from Dacheng."

Experts know if there is one.

He was not a servant of Xijian Pavilion, but was a disciple of other schools. At a glance, he could see Zhou Ping's deficiency and reality.

The strong wind blows up Lin Yun's long hair in front of his forehead. Zhou Ping, who rushes here, has fierce eyes and steady and heavy steps.

Compared with the exaggeration and carelessness three days ago, it is totally different.

If you don't have any preparation, you will be planted here today.

Lin Yun is not surprised. He remembers the charm of the tiger in the painting. The other party is getting ready, and he is also preparing.

"It's over, the sword slave's brain has lost its head and is still waiting to die?"

"Once the eagle's palm skill is used, it is extremely powerful. Unless the body method is excellent and moves like a cunning rabbit, it can't take advantage of it."

"Where a swordsman knows these things, when Zhou Ping takes off, he is doomed to an end."

"He flew

See the forebody tilt, arms such as wings, all the way to run, ready Zhou Ping, the soles of a fierce step.Whoosh!

The body is like a sharp arrow, rising into the air, with the arms fiercely unfolding, like an eagle spreading its wings, and its eyes sharp as a sword.

The corner of his mouth raised a grim smile, and Zhou Ping's face appeared to be somewhat cruel and ferocious.

Not to mention the humiliation of three days ago, Lin Yun is Zhou Ping's great source of wealth. He can't let him become a foreign disciple.

If he left, where can he get the reward from Su ziyao.

"I'm defeated!"

With a roar of anger, Zhou Ping's ready-made strike reached the peak.

The five fingers of the right hand changed into claws, such as the eagle hunting, and grabbed the head of Lin Yun with great ferocity.

"How cruel

The outside disciples of the scene took a breath of air conditioning. It seems that Zhou Ping has no intention of leaving Lin Yun with a retreat.

If you go straight to the top of your head, these immortality will be severely damaged.

Five moves?

He never thought of giving Lin Yun five moves, that is, to take a heavy blow and humiliate his opponent.

Whoosh!

Before the eagle's claws arrived, the strong wind had blown Lin Yun. Some of them couldn't open their eyes, and their long hair danced wildly.

Step back with your right foot and bend over.

In people's eyes, Lin Yun made a slightly stupid move, which surprised people.

This is to retreat, take shelter from the edge, can retreat?

Not good!

Deacon Yang, who has been careless all the time, jumps up suddenly with his right eyelid, and his face changes wildly.

But it's too late. Before he stops, Lin Yun has already made a move.

My heart has a tiger, sniff the rose!

Tiger fist, tiger roaring mountain forest!

Lin Yun, who stepped back with his right foot and bent over, went forward instead of retreating. His fingers clenched, and he threw out a fist.

For a moment, it seemed that there was a painting unfolding behind it.

The bones inside the body burst like a tiger roaring. A blow out, the air from the explosion like sound, the air flow disorderly, the four directions of the strong wind.

This blow is for me. You shouldn't stop me from becoming a disciple of the outside world. I'll do some tricks secretly!

"Dacheng tiger boxing!"

The outsider disciple with sharp eyes can see that Lin Yun's fierce tiger boxing has been completed!

Bang!

After all, Zhou Pingying's palm skill is still some distance away from Dacheng. Lin Yun, who is suddenly attacked, flies with a fist.

Palm burst, feel the whole arm is useless in general, the body flies out upside down.

There was a look of panic in his eyes. How could this be? Three days ago, he was still Xiao Cheng's fierce tiger fist.

Why did it break through in three days?

Although tiger boxing is a basic boxing technique, it can't be easily practiced.

The most important thing is that he wants to beat Lin Yun with a blow. At the moment, people can't change their position in the air.

Lin Yun looks indifferent, running two steps, and then like a tiger, jump up.

He jumped up in one jump, not as high and swift as Zhou Ping's eagle, but he showed the fierce and heavy verve of the tiger.

Tiger down the mountain!

People in the air, weak right arm, unable to move Zhou Ping. Can only watch himself, Lin Yun more ferocious punch, bang in his chest.

Click!

There were several broken bones in the chest. Zhou Ping's face was painful, and he couldn't cry after the end.

The second punch is for the original owner Lin Yun. You should not bully and humiliate the other party for two years!

Stop, stand still.

After landing, Lin Yun moves five fingers and calms the internal force in his body.

Zhou Ping, who was thought to be able to hit Lin Yun with one move, was defeated by his two moves and was energetic and agile.

No one thought of the end, let the outside disciples in the hall of Zongwu hall, dumbfounded.

Whew, the wind blows!

Deacon Yang's body flashed and fell to Zhou Ping. After checking his injury.

His face darkened in an instant. He looked at Lin Yun angrily and said, "you sword slave, you are so brave. You are so cruel. Lin Yun, you are seriously injured. You are not benevolent and unjust. I will drive you out of Qingyun sect now! "

Lin Yun was a little surprised, but he didn't feel too surprised. He said faintly: "the tiger fist is inferior to the eagle's palm. If I don't do my best, his first claw may break my heavenly cover."

"You dare to talk back to me!"

Yang deacon anger can not be revealed, Zhou Ping hurt is not light, how to let him and his father account.

This little sword slave, his mouth is still so hard, he really doesn't know how to die.

In the hall of Zongwu hall, the atmosphere suddenly changed and people's pressure increased. The deacon in grey was really angry!

"Stop it."

Just as the deacon in grey is ready to teach Lin Yun a lesson, a hoarse voice comes from the upstairs.

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