"Why not?"
Wan Feng's overly surprised reaction made Lin Yun frown slightly and asked rhetorically.
"The first stage of this thunder flame war body is to burn the body with flames, draw the fire of heaven and earth, scorch the flesh, temper every piece of flesh and blood, and hammer the tibia hundreds of times. No one could bear it at all, and many even burned themselves to death."
The hasty words came out of Wan Feng's mouth, causing Feng Wuheng's face to be full of astonishment.
The requirements of this high-grade exercise are really harsh, no, it's not harsh, it's just torture.
It takes a lot of will and courage to survive such a horror.
Lin Yun's face showed a look of surprise, and he said with a smile: "So that's the case. It turned out that Young Master Wan had the idea that I couldn't practice at all, so he promised to give me a high-grade exercise."
"This... listen to me, I don't."
Wan Feng's face changed, and he was so anxious that he revealed the truth, which made him feel extremely embarrassed.
Feng Wuheng sneered and said: "Lin Yun, my cousin didn't mean to come here, he was just curious. Is there a secret to how to succeed in cultivation under such harsh conditions?"
"Yeah, Lin Yun, I'm really curious, is there a secret?"
Fortunately, Feng Wuheng gave him a step, and Wan Feng's eyes showed some scorching light.
If there is really a secret, if he has mastered this technique, it will be amazing!
Lin Yun spread out his hands and told the truth: "There is no secret, I just experienced a raging flame before."
"Not really..."
In Wan Feng's words, there was deep disappointment, "Don't talk about this, Lin Yun should leave, today is the battle of Linghu. Hehe, with you as the finale, our Wan family will definitely win!"
Although he was surprised that the other party had condensed the body of a flame demon, Lin Yun's strength also brought him incomparable confidence.
"Wait for me to clean up."
Lin Yun changed his clothes, put the sword box on his back, and was ready.
Half an hour later, a group of three people appeared in front of the Wanjia Ancestral Hall.
The gate of the ancestral hall is closed, and the elders inside are burning incense and worshipping, praying for the blessing of the ancestors.
"You are Lin Yun!"
Whoosh!
In front of the open space, an indifferent young man appeared, his eyes fixed on Lin Yun.
He cultivated the Innate Second Aperture, and the breath on his body was much more condensed than Wan Feng.
Seeing this young man, Wan Feng's face changed slightly, and he said in Lin Yun's ear, "This is Wan Feiye, Wan Tian's son, and the best seedling of my Wan family. Apart from you and me, the players who played this time. The third person is him, be careful."
Lin Yun secretly said in his heart, Wan Feiye... is also Wan Feng's cousin.
"I heard that five days ago, you knocked my father flying with one punch?"
Seeing that Lin Yun was silent, Wan Feiye continued.
Seeing that his tone was wrong, Wan Feng said coldly, "Wan Feiye, what do you want? The battle of Linghu is about to start, don't make trouble."
Wan Feiye narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Lin Yun and said with a faint smile: "Let's play, there's still some time, let's have a move?"
"Yes, but it has to be a bit of luck. The loser will give the opponent a thousand middle-grade spirit stones."
Lin Yun smiled lightly, happily. I am not afraid of you, I am afraid that you will not succeed!
"One thousand mid-grade spirit stones?"
Wan Feiye's face darkened, this was equivalent to three months of his resources, and he said coldly, "Deal!"
"How to compare?"
"It's very simple, each has a move. No martial arts, no weapons, no martial skills, whoever retreats will lose!"
Wan Feiye's eyes were stern, obviously wanting to find a place for his father, and he pondered: "Caitou has to add another one, the loser, obediently let the other side slap the face!"
"No martial arts?"
Wan Feng said solemnly, "Wan Feiye, your cultivation is a high-level orifice, and you are cultivating a mid-level innate cultivation technique, so you are not allowed to use the opponent's martial arts?"
This guy came prepared, and he knew that Lin Yun was good at a powerful martial skill.
Wan Feiye said with a provocative smile: "Afraid? It's too late to quit now, just give me a thousand middle-grade spirit stones."
"fine."
Lin Yun didn't take it seriously, this slap in the face was neither white nor slapped.
Seeing the other party's promise, Wan Feiye's eyes flashed a sly look, as long as he didn't use martial arts.
In the case that his cultivation base was originally a bit higher, he was 100% sure to repel the opponent!
"Come on, so as not to say that I bullied you, you should take action first."
Wan Feiye took a few steps back, looked at Lin Yun, and smiled.
In fact, the exercises he is good at are the first to come first. With a little more knowledge, it is enough to judge the opponent's flaws and retreat with a single blow.
Lin Yun smiled slightly: "Are you sure?"
"nature."
Lin Yun propped up his arms, the sword box on his back fell, and slipped down leisurely.
Bang! boom!
Two loud sounds exploded at the same time, one was the force of ten thousand jins blasted out by Lin Yun, and the other was the heavy landing of the sword box.
Wan Feiye's innate spiritual essence was smashed out by Lin Yun before he could condense.
He fell to the ground in an extremely embarrassed manner, his body was in great pain, and his eyes were full of shock as he lay on the ground.
How could it be possible... Does he not need to condense the innate spiritual essence
A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, Wan Feiye twitched in pain, and Lin Yun looked a little terrified.
Feng Wuheng and Wan Feng looked at each other and were equally astonished.
Although he knew that Lin Yun had acquired the body of a flame demon, he really didn't expect that the power of his flesh god was so powerful.
The idiot Wan Feiye who lost, let Lin Yun make moves first, he was just courting death.
"I'm not good at slaps. I don't have the habit of slapping people casually. Give me a thousand middle-grade spirit stones."
Lin Yun put the sword box on his back again and said lightly.
"I... I didn't."
Wan Feiye said a little embarrassedly, he enjoys a lot of family resources, but he can use as much as he has, and he really can't get so many mid-grade spirit stones on his body for a while.
creak!
The door of the ancestral hall opened, and a group of elders from Wan's parents came out. Wan Feiye, who was lying on the ground with a pained expression, was shocked.
"You hit my son?"
When Wan Tian saw this scene, he was so angry that he was about to break out on the spot.
"Stop, figure out what's going on first. Feng'er, tell me, what's going on?"
The battle for Linghu was about to begin, and the insiders actually killed each other, Wan Qiuye's face contained a hint of anger.
"Father, when Wan Feiye sees Lin Yun, he wants to give his father a head start, so he has to bet with Lin Yun..."
Wan Feng was happy in his heart, and explained what had just happened a little bit.
This Wan Feiye was his biggest competitor, so he was naturally happy to see him deflated.
"Is that right?"
Wan Tian looked at Wan Feiye and asked.
Wan Feiye said unconvinced: "That's right, but this guy just won me by tricks, and I will never lose to him in a competition!"
"enough."
After seeing his son nod, Wan Tian's face was full of anger, and a trace of shame could not help flashing across his face.
Both father and son suffered a big loss in Lin Yun's hands at the same time.
Wan Qiuye snorted coldly: "Lingshi, you give it to Lin Yun yourself afterwards, and the family will not pay the debt. The battle for Linghu is about to start, and you are still making a fool of yourself, there are no rules, your son's resources are temporary. One month off."
In the face of the opponent's reprimand, Wan Tian looked aggrieved and did not dare to refute anything.
"Let's go."
After leaving Wanfu, the group rode on horses and galloped away from the city.
Lin Yun rode on the blood dragon horse, suppressing the speed, and followed unhurriedly.
Eight-Rank Spirit Lake was born in a barren mountain outside the city.
Beforehand, no one knew that a barren mountain would have such wonders of heaven and earth as Linghu.
Now this barren mountain has become a battleground for several families.
After about two hours, the speed gradually slowed down, and a mountain range with dense jungle appeared in Lin Yun's field of vision.
"Before this mountain was in Ziyan City, it was just a wasteland. There was nothing but some wild beasts. I didn't even want to come here for the martial artist experience. It was an old hunter who belonged to my Wan family who discovered it by accident."
Wan Feng was on the horse and introduced with Lin Yun the experience of discovering Linghu.
Lin Yun said casually: "It seems that your Wan family is indeed lucky and blessed by God."
"Let's talk about it after winning. With you in the lineup, it should be foolproof. But in the battle of life and death, there is no end to death. When the time comes, you will sacrifice your martial spirit and fight to the death. Everything is hard to say."
As they approached the destination slowly, everyone's faces gradually became solemn, and even Wan Feng showed a hint of worry.
The battle of life and death is endless.
The winner can continue to fight. As long as you don't die, you don't have to admit defeat and fight to the end.
At the halfway up the mountain, there are two people who have been stationed here for a long time, facing each other.
Each had a murderous look on his face, and his palm was always on the weapon, and the atmosphere was very unfriendly.
Lin Yun looked around and saw that the one with a small number of people should be a martial artist of ten thousand families, and their opponents were the three major families.
Eight Pin Ling Lake should be right after the entrance.
"dismount."
Wan Qiuye said lightly in front of him, and everyone got off their horses and walked on foot.
"Wan Qiuye. You are finally here!"
Suddenly, a faint voice sounded, and I saw the other group of warriors splitting up.
The three indifferent middle-aged men walked out slowly.
The man in the middle was full of suffocating energy and his eyes were fierce. He didn't look like the patriarch of the family, but like a robber from Jiang Yang.
There is no particularly strong spiritual energy fluctuation on the body, but at a glance, it makes people feel afraid and dare not look at it more.
"He is the eldest of the three families, Kong Yuan. In his early years, he roamed around the world, killing people like hemp. Later, he returned to the family when he was tired of it. His strength was terrifying. He was also the only strong man in Ziyang City who could compete with my father."
Wan Feng was beside Lin Yun and introduced in a low voice.
Wan Qiuye stood in front of the person, ignoring the other party's suffocating aura, and said to each other: "You came early, but it doesn't mean that the eighth-grade Linghu is yours."
Kong Yuan grinned and said: "That's not necessarily true. Your Wan family has dominated Ziyan City for so many years. This time, the three of us have made up our minds to let you spit out a mouthful of meat!"
Wan Qiuye frowned slightly, where did this guy get so much confidence