When Chu Lin came over, the Tian Wuzong disciples caused quite a lot of movement.
So when he came to the forefront, the disciples of Linyang Mansion immediately turned their eyes and looked over, and finally gathered on Chu Lin. Everyone could easily see that Chu Lin had a considerable reputation in the Tianwu Sect. .
"Who is that kid? Why didn't we know that there was such a strong player in the fourth palace of Tian Wuzong?"
"No information about him?"
The disciples of Linyang Mansion looked at each other and talked in a low voice.
"Heh, it's nothing more than a kid who has returned to the Sixth Calamity of the Profound Realm. What's worth worrying about. Today, as long as Zhao Mengyu of the Tianwu Sect is on the stage, I will come to Linyang Mansion!"
The grim man spoke lightly, glanced at Chu Lin coldly, and then withdrew his gaze in disdain.
"Haha, too, with Senior Brother Hu, these young Wuzong disciples can't find anything comparable to Senior Brother Hu!" The disciple of Linyang Mansion next to Hu Zheng heard it, and suddenly flattered half-truths.
Hu Zheng smiled faintly, and he made no secret of his slow self-satisfaction in that smile. Of course, at his level, among the young disciples, he did have this capital.
"It seems that I was underestimated by the other party!" Hu Zheng's gaze was flashing, naturally felt by Chu Lin, and he smiled.
On the field, Zhao Mengdie also heard a lot of movement around him. With a slight turn of her sullen eyes, she saw Chu Lin who was the first in the crowd, but her eyes just glared at Chu Lin fiercely, and she immediately strayed. open.
"Haha, little girl, my sister won't be merciful!"
On the court, the woman named Yang Song clenched the long whip, narrowed her eyes into a straight line, and said with a soft smile.
Zhao Mengdie glanced at the other person coldly, his green fingers fell on the banjo, and said lightly: "I will never show mercy."
Yang Song's eyebrows lightly raised, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and with a wave of his arm, the emerald green whip was woven into the spirit snake and turned into an arc, crackling and shaking, a sharp wave in the crisp sound, spreading outward.
Snapped-
The aquamarine whip quickly swept out, like a spirit snake coming out of a hole, piercing the space, and biting Zhao Mengdie like lightning.
The aquamarine light quickly became bigger in Zhao Mengdie's eyes, and then the plain white fingers swiftly waved on the strings, and a series of transparent sound waves lased outwards, violently hitting the aquamarine viper.
咚—
During the impact, the crisp sound squeezed away, Yang Song's figure swiftly swept out, and his hand shook hard, the soft green whip became straight like a steel gun, like a scorpion, piercing Zhao Mengdie's forehead straight. Ruthless means, there is no feminine feeling at all.
"Snake bite!"
The green whip hurriedly shot out, and the sharp aura quickly covered the whip. The fierce wind, even the hard flesh of the seventh calamity of the Return Profound Realm, would be shot through quickly.
Zhao Mengdie's eyes quickly condensed under Yang Song's offensive, and then his fingers slammed on the strings, and a clear and crisp sound wave swiftly plucked out.
The sound wave rushed out, and Yang Song's vision suddenly blurred. The green whip gun was also slightly accidental. It missed a pinpoint, shifted a few inches, and flew out from the side of Zhao Mengdie's fragrant shoulder.
"Humph!"
With a blow to the air, Yang Song coldly curled his mouth and squeezed his palm tightly. The whip spear swept upright and hit Zhao Mengdie's head with a fierce wind.
clang-
Just when the whip was about to touch Zhao Mengdie, the latter suddenly lifted the Wuxianqin slightly and blocked the power of the whip. The whip was fanned on the green branches as if hitting steel, gold Tie Jiao Ming.
Holding the Wuxian Qin upside down, Zhao Mengdie held it in his arms, his waist and ponytail were torn off at some unknown time, like waterfall blue silk pouring down and draped over his shoulders. From a distance, he could see some Charming meaning.
The girl's eyes were filled with coldness, and her fingers quickly clicked on the strings, and an astonishing sound wave was like a hurricane tearing and roaring outward.
"The sound of the devil's grave, hurriedly!"
The dark yellow demon wind rose and swept around Zhao Mengdie, and then a strong wind swept towards Yang Song like tentacles. A demon in the demon wind stretched out its claws and laughed fiercely, holding an inverted whip in his hand. , Smashed to Yang Song severely.
Zhao Mengdie's counterattack shocked Yang Song's heart, and hurriedly drew back the green whip, which rotated in front of her to set up energy barriers.
Bang bang—
The demon wind and the shadow of the demon blast came, with unmatched sharpness, smashing all the defenses to pieces, and Yang Song also hurriedly retreated back.
Hum—
Yang Song tried to stand firm, his face was extremely ugly, before he had time to make a move, Zhao Mengdie's fingers had already touched the banjo.
Huh—
The sound wave turned into a transparent spike, like a sharp sword out of its sheath. In a flash, it was shot in front of Yang Song. The woman had no time to dodge, and when she was about to try her best to defend, the cold man hummed coldly, and his figure flickered. When he arrived in front of Yang Song, he lightly tapped his finger against the transparent spike.
Snapped-
Under the finger of the cold man, the transparent saw this shot back at a more terrifying speed, and stab Zhao Mengdie fiercely.
Zhao Mengdie was stunned by the sudden change, a flash of panic flashed across his face, and then she pressed her bare hand on the banjo and moved quickly to fight back. A hand suddenly grabbed from the side of her neck and grabbed it. The transparent spikes were crushed hard and hard.
Zhao Mengdie was stunned, turned his head, a little lost in his eyes, seeing the young figure standing beside him, this figure, like the last time, is safe and reliable.
"It is common to communicate to win and lose in a fight. You rushed in. Are you too uneducated? Is that what your elders in Linyang Mansion call you?" Chu Lin retracted his palm and looked at the grim man. , Speaking coldly.
Hearing this, the grim man named Hu Zheng suddenly flashed a hint of ridicule and gloom, "How is my upbringing, are you qualified to talk?"
"Is it?"
A cold smile appeared on Chu Lin's face, and then slowly stepped forward, gently squeezed his palm and said, "Then let's try it!"
"This kind of competition between sect masters is not something cats, cats, dogs and dogs can come up. You should first ask your family elders for their opinions, so as not to say that I rely on my cultivation base to bully the small!"
Hu Zheng snorted and sneered.
Just as his ridicule came out, he heard the surrounding Tianwuzong disciples laugh loudly, and when he heard his brows frowned, he looked around, and every Tianwuzong disciple had a joking expression on his face. , As if hearing some crazy talk.
Next to Chu Lin, Zhao Mengdie also picked up the green banjo, and the green silk rose slightly with the wind, "I thought you would keep holding back!"
Seeing Zhao Mengdie's roll of eyes, Chu Lin chuckled. He didn't know who had been pretending to be a tortoise, so he hid when he saw him.