The Sovereign’s Ascension Chapter 670: Since you are here, stay!

Chapter six hundred and seventieth

Plop!

This kneeling made the audience deadly silent, and the entire auction hall was completely silent.

The ending that no one thought of appeared in front of everyone, and there was a short gap in everyone's brain, and some did not understand what was going on.

I don’t know how great the sky is, so what if I deceive you!

On the silent square, only the arrogant and domineering voice of the teenager echoed in everyone's ears.

The rare hideous look on Lin Yun's face was even more shocking and shocking to everyone who looked at it. Obviously, none of these people expected that the seemingly handsome young man would have such an arrogant and vicious side.

The breeze was blowing, and the boy's long hair was stirred, making everyone had to re-examine the boy in front of him.

At this moment, the faces of the leaders of the Tianling City family were extremely ugly. Yang Pengfei's kneeling was like a relentless slap in the face, and he slapped everyone on the face when he couldn't reach the defense.

Before, a leader was still clamoring, giving Lin Yun a lesson.

Playing for His Royal Highness Youruo, let Lin Yun know what is the sky and earth, teach him to be a good man.

But I never thought that Yang Pengfei, who was considered cheap, could easily crush Lin Yun. In such an embarrassing defeat, Lin Yun didn't make a single move, and only walked forward three steps to make Yang Pengfei defeated.

This is not over yet, Yang Pengfei has no resistance to the last palm. In the Tsing Yi boy, he thumped and knelt down with a loud drink.

Qingruo's secluded and beautiful face was full of waves, and her beautiful eyes lightly fell on Lin Yun.

It seems that the wind and the waves are calm, and there is no reaction to such a result, but Xiang Tianhe is standing next to her. His body was trembling slightly, and he clearly felt that a terrible chill was accumulating on Qing Ruoyou's body, causing him to tremble with fear and trembling for no reason.

Obviously, this result was completely beyond what Qing Ruoyou expected.

She is aloof, arrogant, disdainful to take action at Lin Yun, and bluntly, you are not worthy. With an order, I wanted the leader outside the Long Yun list of Tianling City to give Lin Yun a lesson and crush his so-called pride.

But Yang Pengfei knelt, but it was all over.

What she said before is so harsh and full of mockery in retrospect. That kneeling was not only a slap in the face, but also a slapped face on the faces of many leaders in Tianling City.

Since her debut, her body has always been halo over her body, and the three kings Qiying had to be polite to see her.

I have never been so wronged before. Right now, there is a murderous intent in my heart, but because of what I said before, I can't really deal with Lin Yun.

This kind of frustration made her feel extremely uncomfortable, her right hand, white as jade, clenched into a fist.

On the high platform, Luo Yu, who presided over the auction, took a deep look at Lin Yun and nodded secretly. This young man was indeed unusual.

It's not just him, anyone can tell now that Lin Yun is definitely an extraordinary leader.

Three steps and one palm, let Yang Pengfei kneel down and beg for mercy, how can ordinary leaders do it?

"Done..."

"If we can't restrain him today, our face in Tianling City will be a little bigger."

"Too embarrassing, this Yang Pengfei is a sword slave with a mouthful of mouthfuls, and he can't do it madly. As a result, his hands are so inferior."

Some discussions gradually sounded in the square. The local warrior who had always wanted to see Lin Yun's jokes before Tianling City had an ugly expression and was uncomfortable.

"Lin Yun!"

At this moment, Chen Xiong's voice suddenly rang, and he stared at the other person, his eyes bursting with gloomy colors, and he muttered: "Your method is too much. Brother Yang will lose. If you lose, why humiliate the other party? Don’t you put Xiaoyunzong in your eyes?"

This is what everyone in Xiaoyunzong wants to say in their hearts.

The disciples of Xiao Yunzong looked at Yang Pengfei who was kneeling on the ground, embarrassed and painful, and glared at Lin Yun one by one. It's a pity that Yang Pengfei was so ugly to lose, how dare they dare to go forward and say more.

"Humiliated?"

The corner of Lin Yun's mouth raised a sneer, and he groaned: "In your opinion, he humiliated me Lin Yun with his mouthful of sword slaves before? He who insults others, people always humiliate them! I don't mind my sword slaves. The identity of Lin Yun doesn’t mean I have no temper. Since he didn’t admit defeat, he should kneel down!"

Damn it!

Chen Xiong was immediately overwhelmed with anger. Yang Pengfei didn't admit defeat. It was obvious that under the pressure of the opponent, he couldn't speak at all.

"Let him go!"

Chen Xiong said coldly with his eyes squinting.

The voice fell, a cold breath radiated from his body, and his hair was dancing in a flurry of moments, and a terrifying pressure rose up.

Lin Yun said lightly: "Interesting, what do I do with you? It's up to you to talk about it!"

"Brother Chen told you to let go, don't be haggling. We are not in the Tianling City, it is you who have the final say."

The aristocratic family Qin Ziluo glanced at Lin Yun coldly, and an aura slowly overwhelmed.

"Sword slaves are indeed sword slaves. A little bit of power is so rampant."

The leader of the Jin family, Jinling, glanced at Lin Yun and said lightly.

Several family leaders spoke one after another, indiscriminately asking Lin Yun to let Yang Pengfei go. That kind of tone was completely inconsistent with the order, as if Lin Yun didn't follow it, it would be forever.

Never thought about it. Yang Pengfei had gained momentum before, but planned to kill Lin Yun with a single shot.

I didn't want to give Lin Yun a chance to admit defeat!

Actually, these people didn't care about it at all, they just wanted to provoke Lin Yun.

In their view, although Lin Yun defeated Yang Pengfei, it was nothing more. They asked themselves that Lin Yun had already used all his methods, as long as he did not underestimate the enemy, he could still crush the opponent.

Especially Chen Xiong, who is the strongest among several people, is eager to try.

It was only a god-given opportunity to give a chance to win a good impression in front of Qing Ruoyou. Originally thought, this cheap was picked up by Yang Pengfei, who knew that this guy was not up for it.

She lost the face of Tianling City, and knelt in front of Lin Yun.

In this case, he can only do it himself.

Chen Xiong waved his long sleeves fiercely, and said in a deep voice, "I will give you one last chance. Will you let this person go or not? If you let go, I will at most abandon your cultivation for today's matter. If you don't let go , I let you know that there are more humble tortures in this world than sword slaves, let you live forever as a slave!"

"To tell you the truth, since I have taken the shot, I have no plan to let him get up." Lin Yun looked at each other playfully and said coldly: "Eternal life as a slave? I'm afraid you don't have this ability."

The words fell, Lin Yun's eyes shot out sharp edges, and the funeral flowers in the sword box on his back kept humming.

The innate sword intent in the body is accumulating crazily at this moment. In the blink of an eye, his skin hidden under the green shirt burst open, and blood seeped out. The majestic sword intent, constantly surging in his body, gathered into a vast ocean with endless waves.

"It seems that Chen's words are not in your eyes."

Chen Xiong grinned, his smile was so permeating that the chill in his eyes was almost condensed. The moment the voice fell, the figure flickered, rumbling, and for a while, the cold air permeating the sky and the earth condensed into an ancient stone monument, hanging over its head, carrying a cold wind like a knife, and killing it towards Lin Yun.

"Han Tablet Jue!"

I saw the ancient stone stele, and there was a sensation in the room, and many people recognized it. This is the Chen family's cold stele technique.

As long as this cold stele technique is cultivated to an extremely high level, the embryonic form of the ancient stele can be condensed.

Look at the ancient stele above Chen Xiong's head. Not only the rudiment has been formed, but even the inscription is faintly visible, and it has clearly reached the state of condensing the ancient stele.

"Okay! Lin Yun will definitely be defeated now! Once this monument comes out, it will be invincible in the same realm. No matter what you do, the cold monument is in your hand, all suppressed!"

"Hehe, it's more than just suppression. If this kid is ignorant, I guess he will be crushed directly by the stone tablet."

"I guess not, but Chen Xiong said that he wants to live forever as a slave. It should only abolish his cultivation base and make him a waste person. This is the greatest torture to the genius!"

Before, the local warriors of Tianling City, who had a rather ugly face, had bright eyes in their eyes, and their expressions were filled with joy.

The Quartet whispered softly, listening to Chen Xiong's ears, making his eyes full of ecstasy.

After this battle, perhaps the Chen family's style will surpass Tianling City's largest sect, Xiaoyunzong. It really did two things with one stone. It not only won the favor of the beautiful, but also greatly shocked the reputation of the Chen family.

People of my generation who are practicing martial arts, should be so happy and enmity!

As soon as he thought of this, his face showed an extremely hideous color, and he slaughtered Lin Yun fiercely.

But just as he was about to approach, a terrifying sword intent suddenly burst out of Lin Yun~IndoMTL.com~ That sword intent is immaculate, blends with the sky and surpasses the world. between.

Clang!

The majestic sword intent, permeated the sky, reaching a level that shocked the world.

Xiang Tianhe was shocked, and his chin was about to fall off. This is the congenital sword intent of the pinnacle of perfection!

Not yet finished, with the blessing of Jian Jianyi, Lin Yun suddenly burst out of domineering. That kind of domineering, drew the gust of wind in the animation sky, Lin Yun's eyes were in the squint, proud of the world, above the heavens.

Crack!

Chen Xiong didn't have time to react, and the ancient monument above his head was stabbed by a ray of sword light. Then it fell apart in an instant. Under this sword intent torn apart, the internal organs were immediately torn out of cracks, and a mouthful of blood was spit out.

There was infinite horror in his eyes, his heart suddenly retreated, and he immediately turned around and wanted to escape.

"Since it's here, don't go!"

But Lin Yun's funeral flowers were all sacrificed. How could he be allowed to leave, the golden light flashed, and a sword slashed.

Puff!

The blade was like a whip, slammed against Chen Xiong's head, and immediately spit out another mouthful of blood. Although it was only a sword body, not a sword blade falling down, it was still as powerful as a mountain.

Almost instantly, under this pressure, Chen Xiong's knees softened, and he thumped and knelt beside Yang Pengfei.

He looked humiliating, desperately trying to get up, but the fluttering foil burial sword fell on top of his head like this casually, no matter how hard he tried, it wouldn't help.

"This..."

The audience was shocked. The Tianling City warrior who had laughed at Lin Yun before, and would definitely be abolished, could not make a sound like a dumb man.

I only feel the pain in my face, and my eyes are full of shame.