Once in a hurry, he is likely to explode and die.
You have to be patient and grind it slowly, smooth the irritable water chestnut of the power of the demon pill little by little, and then surrender in one fell swoop.
Just like a tiger in the heart, but sniffing roses.
In the depths of my heart, no matter how much restlessness and energy there is, there is also a peaceful heart that smells roses.
But this time seems to have passed for a long time.
Before I knew it, two days passed by.
Qingyunzong's annual event, the mid-year assessment has begun.
On the Zongmen Martial Arts Arena, there are three floors inside and three floors outside, and all are people.
On the martial arts arena, many arenas have already begun to have outer sect disciples fighting according to the opponents who have been drawn.
In the entire Qingyun Sect, there are two or three thousand outer disciples, and now all of them have arrived, and the martial arts field is unprecedentedly lively.
Everyone was enthusiastic and did their best.
Whether or not he can make his own ranking further, and whether he can become an inner disciple, is all in this grand event.
In a corner of the martial arts field, around the inconspicuous arena, many people gathered.
Some are outer disciples who have already finished the battle, and some have not yet had their turn to play. At first glance, there are no less than a few hundred.
In the arena, besides the referee, one person has already arrived.
It is Liang Wenbo, a senior disciple of the outer sect. He has already reached the sixth level of martial arts.
He usually acts low-key and has good strength, and no one in the outer sect dares to underestimate him.
But if it was only like this, there would not be so many people gathered here.
"I heard that Liang Wenbo's opponent is Lin Yun?"
"I also heard that Liang Wenbo got Lin Yuncai to come here, but I haven't seen anyone yet."
"What the hell is Lin Yun doing? To be late for such a big event, it should be treated as a waiver."
Seeing that Lin Yun had not arrived yet, the disciples below had a lot of discussion.
On the stage, Liang Wenbo looked unhappy, frowned at the referee and said, "How long do I have to wait?"
The referee pondered: "Wait for half a column of incense, if Lin Yun hasn't arrived yet, it will be regarded as abstention, and you will be promoted to the next round!"
"Sword slave just can't change his nature!"
Liang Wenbo was unhappy with the wait, and cursed coldly.
Everyone began to stare at the burning incense in the stove outside the venue. Time passed quickly. Seeing that the cigarettes were about to burn out, Lin Yun still did not appear.
"It seems that I won this battle."
Liang Wenbo smiled lightly and said softly.
But at this moment, there was a commotion behind the crowd.
"coming!"
Everyone looked back quickly.
I saw a person wearing a blue and white robe, with delicate features and calm eyes. Separate the crowd and slowly walk towards this side.
It was Lin Yun who was late.
After approaching the ring, he jumped up and apologized to Liang Wenbo and the referee, "I'm sorry, I'm late."
Liang Wenbo's face was ugly, he didn't come sooner or later, but this sword slave came when the time was almost up.
The referee said solemnly: "According to the rules, you can still play if you are late for Banzhuxiang, but you must let your opponent make three moves."
"Can."
Lin Yun nodded in agreement, no objection.
A smile appeared on Liang Wenbo's face: "It turns out that there are such rules, which is not bad. Lin Yun, I have heard of you, even the idiot Chen Xiao was defeated by you. I will not give you a chance like him. , I'm going to beat you back to your original shape today!"
Such an insolent tone, as soon as he said this, the scene immediately filled the scene with the smell of gunpowder.
But Liang Wenbo is indeed qualified to say this.
He is a senior outer sect disciple, with a sixth-level martial arts cultivation that is close to the peak.
"Strange, why didn't this Lin Yun bring a sword?"
"I heard that Liu Feng swordsmanship, which no one has practiced in a hundred years, has been practiced to a small degree by him. Could it be that the rumor is false?"
"No, I'm here specifically to see this flow of wind swordsmanship."
"It's not impossible, how could Liu Feng swordsmanship be so easy to practice, otherwise why didn't he bring a sword?"
The disciples in the audience were very surprised when they saw that Lin Yun was not wearing a sword.
"Start!"
Clang!
As soon as the referee's voice fell, Liang Wenbo drew his sword and unsheathed it, blowing flowers and leaves like a gust of wind.
So fast!
The disciples under the stage were all surprised by the speed of this sword, and their eyes were a little bit hard to turn.
Facing Lin Yun, Liang Wenbo was very surprising, and he chose to do his best.
Lin Yun, who couldn't backhand, took a step back and avoided this sword.
The sword was less than an inch away from the tip of his nose, extremely dangerous.
boom!
Liang Wenbo's momentum of the sixth level of martial arts burst forth, and this momentum was infinitely approaching the seventh level of martial arts.
With the momentum of the growth of the sword momentum, and then climb to the peak.
The long sword in his hand was drawn at a tricky angle, from bottom to top, like a gust of wind.
Chi Chi!
Lin Yun, who could only avoid, seemed extremely passive, and a long hole was ripped open on his chest.
The situation is extremely dangerous.
"Not good, this Liang Wenbo is really strong and terrifying, and he has three moves ahead, Lin Yunxuan!"
"His cultivation is infinitely close to the seventh level of martial arts. No wonder he was so mad before."
"Feihua's swordsmanship is so fierce in his hands."
However, with two moves, the situation on the field was extremely unfavorable to Lin Yun.
"Leaves and Flying Flowers, give me defeat!"
Liang Wenbo shouted loudly, but he used the third sword move.
A sword stabbed out, and the gust of wind suddenly blew up, his clothes rattled, and his long hair turned into the sun. The dust on the ring, under the gust of wind, all rose up.
At first glance, the arena really has the artistic conception of falling leaves and flying flowers.
"good!"
This sword caused a lot of applause. I have to say that Liang Wenbo's sword is indeed a bit amazing.
But just when everyone felt that Liang Wenbo's sword was bound to hit.
Lin Yun's body was like a wild goose, and he leaped back into the air, a full two feet high, and just stepped on the edge of the ring when he fell.
With the movement technique of the Big Wild Goose, he consumed a lot of internal energy in one breath, and forcibly jumped out of the opponent's sword stance.
"hateful!"
Liang Wenbo's ultimate move failed, he was furious, and his momentum climbed to the top. The internal energy was consumed frantically, the sword light danced, and a violent and unparalleled gale developed, trying to force Lin Yun directly off the ring.
"Three strokes have passed."
Lin Yun said softly, looking at Liang Wenbo, who was rushing towards him, and the more violent swordsmanship.
Without hesitation, he just punched out.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
With the punch Lin Yun threw out, he burst into the bone and made a sound like thunder.
Every sound of bone bursts made people's eardrums tremble; every sound of bone bursts made Liang Wenbo's body a little weaker.
What's even more terrifying is that Lin Yun's body also burst out with the momentum of the sixth level of martial arts, and in this momentum, there is an extra suffocating aura that the martial artist does not have.
Whoa!
Liang Wenbo's violent sword stance shattered in front of Lin Yun's more domineering punch.
There is no resistance, it will destroy the dead!
Bang!
One punch smashed the opposite sword, and Lin Yun kept his footsteps before throwing another punch.
Without giving Liang Wenbo any time to react, he slammed into his chest, sending him flying ten meters.
There was a crisp sound, it was the sound of the sternum being broken.
Bang!
As soon as he landed, before he could retract his sword, Lin Yunchong threw the third punch from his body.
He seems to be the king of beasts, returning as a tiger.
With one punch, all the beasts will come!
"No… "
There was panic in Liang Wenbo's eyes, and before he had time to call, he was thrown out of the ring in a miserable manner.
Looking at Liang Wenbo, who fell to the ground with a painful expression, Lin Yun cupped his hands and said, "Concession."
Three punches!
One punch smashed Liang Wenbo's sword, one punch broke his sternum, and the third punch swept him out of the ring.
With the momentum of thunder, Lin Yun made Liang Wenbo's wild remarks a joke.
[Today I accidentally posted a heavy chapter, which has been deleted after being reminded by the book friend. Sorry, I stayed up late to make up an extra chapter. 】