"The ancestral teaching of the sect, anyone who has reached the third level of martial arts, regardless of their status, can become an outer disciple. But... you can't!"
The gray-clothed deacon spoke slowly, causing Lin Yun's complexion to change slightly, and he pondered: "Why, am I an exception?"
"Did you bring this up by yourself? No one in the sect knows, Su Ziyao has rewarded you with countless medicinal pills, and the cultivation base is completely accumulated by medicinal pills, but it's just a show, the sect wants it. What's the use!"
With a sneer, the gray-clothed old man said lightly, "I won't embarrass you. You can choose any one of the outer disciples in the hall of the sect hall. If you can survive ten moves, I will give you the status of outer disciple. If not. …”
After a slight pause, the gray-clothed deacon said coldly, "Go back, be your sword slave, and don't waste the resources of the sect."
The sudden change made the originally relaxed atmosphere of the Zongwu Hall become colder.
Some people feel pity for Lin Yun. After two years of hard work, it turned out to be an empty joy.
Some people also felt that Deacon Gray was right. The cultivation base accumulated by medicinal pills did not have much potential.
It can be said that they have held ten moves in their hands, but it is really embarrassing.
How could it be possible for those who have been practicing for several years to survive ten moves in the hands of those who have just entered the third level of martial arts.
Lin Yun looked directly at the gray-clothed deacon, and he couldn't figure it out.
"Don't panic, Xiao Linzi, Senior Brother Zhou will take care of you. Take five moves in my hands, and I'll let you pass the next five moves."
The voice sounded from behind, Lin Yun looked back, and saw Zhou Ping's smiling face in the crowd.
At one time, I understood a lot.
"Yo! I also wore a headscarf, why? I think so, I'm not a sword slave?"
With a slight sarcasm, Zhou Ping came slowly, and the other outer disciples quickly moved away.
Many people saw Zhou Ping coming out, and there was a hint of surprise in their eyes. No wonder Deacon Yang would make things difficult for Lin Yun.
It was certain that Lin Yun was retaliated by Zhou Ping.
As Zhou Ping, it is too simple to ask Deacon Yang to help him with this little favor.
Knowing to know, but no one is willing to stand up for Xiao Chen, who would ask for trouble to help a sword slave
"Deacon Yang, do you dare to ask if what you said just now is true? If I take the ten moves from my senior brother last week, can I become an outer disciple?"
Ignoring Zhou Ping's mockery, Lin Yun turned around and asked the old man in gray.
A flash of surprise flashed in Deacon's eyes, and he said solemnly, "That's natural. If you can prove that you're not a coward, why would this old man embarrass you?"
What he said was righteous and awe-inspiring, but the gray-clothed deacon couldn't stop sneering in his heart. For Zhou Ping, who was at the same level as himself, this sword slave was really over his head.
Inside the church.
Lin Yun, who originally thought he would retreat in spite of difficulties, actually chose to take the initiative to fight, which surprised the other outer disciples.
At the current situation, after a little thought, I knew that it was Zhou Ping's intentional layout.
After waiting for Lin Yun to jump in, no normal person would make such a choice and bring shame on himself.
What's more, Zhou Ping's fourth-level martial arts is a small realm higher than him.
"Senior Brother Zhou, please enlighten me."
Walking to the relatively empty flat ground of the Zongwu Hall, Lin Yun stretched out his hand and said.
"Hey, anyway, you were once my sword slave, what I said just now still counts, you just need to catch my five moves."
The words fell, Zhou Ping leaned forward, his arms spread like wings, and ran towards Lin Yun.
Whoosh!
At the moment of running, it brought a strong storm and rushed over.
"The body is like a bow, the arms are like wings, and the momentum is like the wind. This is the eagle palm technique!"
"The goshawk hunts and focuses on gaining momentum. From this posture, it seems that Zhou Ping has a good grasp of it, and it will be amazing when he soars into the sky."
"It's no wonder that Zhou Ping dared to let Xiao Chen make five moves. He has a good grasp of the artistic conception of the eagle palm, and he is not far from Dacheng."
As soon as the expert makes a move, he will know if there is any.
The presence was not the handyman of the Xijiange, they were all disciples of the outer sect, and they could see the truth of Zhou Ping at a glance.
The gust of wind hit, blowing Lin Yun's long hair in front of his forehead, Zhou Ping, who rushed towards him, his eyes were fierce and fierce, and his steps were steady and heavy.
Compared with the exaggeration and carelessness of three days ago, it is completely different.
If you are not prepared at all, you will really be planted here today.
Lin Yunchu was not shocked, recalling the charm of the tiger in the picture in his mind. The other party was gaining momentum, and he was also gaining momentum.
"It's over, this sword slave has lost his mind, doesn't move, is he waiting to die?"
"Once the Eagle Palm Art is displayed, its power is extremely fast and fierce. Unless you are extremely skilled and move like a cunning rabbit, you won't be able to take advantage of it if you fight recklessly."
"How can a sword slave know this, when Zhou Ping takes off, it will be doomed."
"He flew!"
I saw Zhou Ping, who was leaning forward, his arms like wings, galloping all the way, and the soles of his feet stomped violently.
Whoosh!
The body is like a sharp arrow, it rises into the sky, and the arms are fiercely stretched out, like a goshawk spreading its wings, and its eyes are sharp like a sword.
There was a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth, Zhou Ping Kong looked a bit brutal, and his ferocity was revealed.
Not to mention the humiliation three days ago, this Lin Yun is Zhou Ping's big source of wealth, and he can't let him become an outer disciple.
If he leaves, where will Su Ziyao's reward be found in the future
"Beat me!"
With an angry shout, Zhou Ping's attack that was ready to go reached its peak.
The five fingers of the right hand turned into claws, like a goshawk hunting, and grabbed the top of Xiao Chen's head fiercely.
"So cruel!"
The outer disciples at the scene took a breath, and it seemed that Zhou Ping had no intention of leaving Lin Yun an escape route at all.
Straight to the top of the head, these undead have to be hit hard.
Five strokes
He never thought of giving Lin Yun the chance to make five moves, that is, to humiliate his opponent with one move.
Whoosh!
Before the eagle's claws arrived, the strong wind had already blown Lin Yun, some could not open his eyes, and his long hair fluttered.
Step back with your right foot and bend over.
In the eyes of everyone, Lin Yun made a slightly stupid move, which was a big surprise.
This is about to retreat, to avoid the edge for a while, is it possible to retreat
not good!
Deacon Yang, who had been indifferent all this time, suddenly jumped up in his right eyelid and his face changed wildly.
But it was too late. Before he could stop him, Lin Yun had already made his move.
I have a tiger in my heart, sniff the roses carefully!
Fierce Tiger Fist, Tiger Roars in the Forest!
Lin Yun, who stepped back with his right foot and bent over, moved forward instead of retreating, clenching his five fingers, he punched out.
In an instant, there seemed to be a painting unfolding behind it.
The bones in the body exploded, like a tiger roaring, roaring again and again. With a punch, there was an explosion-like sound in the air, the airflow was chaotic, and the wind was blowing in all directions.
Give this punch to myself, you shouldn't stop me from becoming an outer disciple and secret tricks!
"Dacheng Tiger Fist!"
Outer sect disciples with sharp eyes immediately saw that Xiao Chen was a master of Tiger Fist!
Bang!
When the fists and palms were handed over, Zhou Pingying's palms were still some distance away from Dacheng.
The palm exploded, feeling that the entire arm was abolished, and the body flew out.
There was a look of horror in his eyes, how could this be possible, it was Xiaocheng's Tiger Fist three days ago.
Why did it break after three days
Although Tiger Fist is a basic boxing technique, it is not something that can be practiced casually.
The most terrible thing is that he wants to defeat Lin Yun with one blow, and at this moment, people can't change position in the air.
Lin Yun looked indifferent, ran two steps, and then jumped like a tiger.
His jumping up did not have the height and swiftness of Zhou Ping's goshawk, but he showed the fierce and heavy charm of a fierce tiger.
Tigers come down!
Zhou Ping was in the air, his right arm was weak, and he couldn't move. He could only watch himself, and was punched even more fiercely by Lin Yun on his chest.
Click!
Several bones in the chest were broken, Zhou Ping's face was painful, and he couldn't stop crying after the end.
The second punch was for the original owner, Lin Yun. You shouldn't bully the weak and bully the opponent for two years!
Shut up, stand still.
After landing, Lin Yun moved five fingers to calm the surging internal energy in his body.
Zhou Ping, who was originally thought to be able to inflict heavy damage on Lin Yun with one move, was defeated by his two moves, and his energy was neat.
An ending that no one expected, the outer disciples in the hall of the Zongwu Hall were stunned.
Whoosh, the wind blows!
Deacon Yang flickered and fell to Zhou Ping's side to check his injury.
His face turned gloomy in an instant, he looked at Xiao Chen and said angrily: "You sword slave, you are such a big dog, you are so ruthless. Lin Yun, you seriously injured your fellow sect, you are not benevolent and injustice, I will expel you now. Qingyunzong!"
Lin Yun was slightly stunned, but he was not surprised, and said lightly, "Tiger Fist is inherently inferior to Eagle Palm. If I don't do my best, his first claws may break my Heavenly Spirit Cover."
"How dare you talk back to me!"
Deacon Yang was so angry that Zhou Ping was seriously injured, so how could he explain to his father.
This little sword slave, with such a hard mouth, really doesn't know whether to live or die.
In the hall of the Zongwu Hall, the atmosphere suddenly changed, and the pressure increased greatly. The gray-clothed deacon was really angry!
"stop."
Just when the gray-clothed deacon was about to teach Lin Yun a lesson, a hoarse voice came from upstairs.