The Sovereign’s Ascension Chapter 5: The sect is sinister

"Zongmen ancestors, whoever cultivates to reach the triple level of martial arts, regardless of status or status, can become an outer disciple. But...you can't!"

The deacon in gray said slowly, causing Lin Yun's face to change slightly, and he muttered: "Why, I am an exception?"

"Did you bring up this cultivation base yourself? No one at the top and bottom of the sect knows that Su Ziyao has rewarded you with countless elixirs, and relied entirely on the cultivation base accumulated by the elixirs. What is the purpose of the door!"

With a sneer, the gray-clothed old man faintly said: "I don't make it difficult for you, this outer disciple in the hall of the Zongwutang hall, you can choose any one. If you can survive ten tricks, I will give you the identity of the outer disciple. , If not..."

The voice paused slightly, and the gray-clothed deacon yelled coldly: "Go back and be your sword slave honestly, don't waste the resources of the sect."

The sudden change caused the somewhat relaxed atmosphere of Zongwutang to become colder.

Some people feel sorry for Lin Yun, and after two years of hard work, it is an empty joy.

Some people also think that Deacon Grey is right. The cultivation base accumulated by the pill does not have much potential.

It can be said that they have survived ten moves in their hands, but it is really a bit embarrassing.

How could it be possible for people like them who have been practicing for several years to survive ten tricks in the hands of those who have been practicing for several years.

Lin Yun looked directly at the gray-clothed deacon, feeling a little puzzled, no grievances and no grudges, why the other party made things difficult for him.

"Little Lin Zi, don't panic, Brother Zhou will take care of you. Take five moves in my hand, and I will let you pass the next five moves."

The voice rang from behind, and Lin Yun looked back and saw Zhou Ping's smiling face in the crowd.

For a time, I understood a lot.

"Yo! I also brought a turban, why? I feel like this, I am not a sword slave?"

With a hint of sarcasm, Zhou Ping walked slowly, and the other outer disciples quickly stepped aside.

Many people saw Zhou Ping coming out, and there was a faint look in their eyes. No wonder Deacon Yang would make things difficult for Lin Yun.

It is certain that Lin Yun was retaliated by Zhou Ping.

As Zhou Ping, it's too simple to ask Deacon Yang to help him with this little help.

Knowing Gui knows, but no one wants to help Lin Yun. Who would ask for trouble to help a sword slave?

"Deacon Yang, dare to ask if you are serious about what you just said? If I take the ten tricks of the senior brother last week, I can become an outer disciple?"

Ignoring Zhou Ping's mockery, Lin Yun turned around, looked at the gray-clothed old man and asked.

An accident flashed in the eyes of the Deacon Grey, and he said solemnly: "That's natural. If you can prove that you are not a fan, why do you embarrass you?"

He said it was righteous and awe-inspiring, but the gray-clothed deacon sneered in his heart. To Zhou Ping, who was in his own realm, the sword slave was really overwhelmed.

In the Zongwu Hall.

Lin Yun, who had originally thought that he would retreat in the face of difficulties, chose to take the initiative to fight, which surprised the other outer disciples.

At the moment, thinking about the situation for a while, I know that Zhou Ping made the game deliberately.

Wait, Lin Yun jumped inside. Normal people would not make this choice and take their own humiliation.

What's more, Zhou Ping has four levels of martial arts, a whole level higher than him.

"Brother Zhou, please enlighten me."

Walking to the relatively empty flat ground of Zongwutang, Lin Yun stretched out his hand and said.

"Hey, you used to be my sword slave anyway, what I said just now still counts, you only need to catch me five moves."

As the voice fell, Zhou Ping leaned forward, his arms spread out like wings, and he rushed towards Lin Yun.

Wow!

The moment he ran, he brought a strong storm and rushed straight past.

"The body is like a bow, arms like wings, and momentum like wind. This is the skill of the eagle palm!"

"Goshawk hunts and focuses on gathering momentum. From this posture, Zhou Ping has a good grasp. It will be great when he flies into the sky."

"It's no wonder Zhou Ping dared to let Lin Yun have five moves. He has a good grasp of the artistic conception of this eagle palm skill, and he is not far from Dacheng."

As soon as the expert makes a move, he will know if there is any.

The presence is not the handyman of Xijian Pavilion, they are all outer disciples, and they can see Zhou Ping's reality at a glance.

The strong wind hits, blowing Lin Yun's long hair in front of his forehead. Zhou Ping, who is rushing, has fierce eyes and steady and heavy steps.

Compared with the exaggeration and carelessness three days ago, it is completely different.

If there is no preparation at all, I would really plant here today.

Lin Yun did not become surprised, and recalled the charm of the tiger in the picture. The other party was gaining momentum, and he was also gaining momentum.

"It's over, this sword slave is so stupid and motionless, waiting to die?"

"Once the eagle palm is displayed, it will be extremely powerful and powerful. Unless you have outstanding physical skills and move like a cunning rabbit, you will not be able to take advantage of it."

"Where does a sword slave know these things, when Zhou Ping takes off, it is doomed to end."

"He flew!"

I saw Zhou Ping leaning forward, arms like wings, rushing all the way to gain momentum, and slammed on the soles of his feet.

Wow!

The body is like a sharp arrow, rising into the air, arms stretched fiercely, like a goshawk spreading its wings, eyes sharp as a sword.

There was a smirk at the corner of his mouth, and Zhou Pian Kong looked a bit cruel and fierce.

Not to mention the humiliation three days ago, this Lin Yun is Zhou Ping's great source of wealth, and he cannot be allowed to become an outer disciple.

If he leaves, where will he get Su Ziyao's reward in the future?

"Give me defeat!"

With an outcry, Zhou Ping's ready-to-fire blow reached its peak.

The five fingers of his right hand turned into claws, like a goshawk hunting, and he grabbed Lin Yun's head fiercely.

"So cruel!"

The outside disciple at the scene took a breath, and Zhou Ping seemed to have no intention of leaving Lin Yun a way out.

Take straight from the top of your head, these immortals have to be hit hard.

Five tricks?

He never thought of giving Lin Yun a five-stroke opportunity, that is, to make a heavy blow and humiliate his opponent.

Huh!

Before the eagle's claws arrived, the strong wind had blown Lin Yun, some of them couldn't open their eyes, and his hair fluttered.

Step back with your right foot, bending over and arching.

In the eyes of everyone, Lin Yun made a slightly stupid action, which surprised people.

This is going to retreat, temporarily avoiding the edge, is it possible to retreat?

Not good!

Deacon Yang has been carelessly, his right eyelid suddenly jumped, his face changed wildly.

But it was too late, and Lin Yun had already taken action without waiting for him to stop it.

I have a tiger in my heart, sniff the rose!

Big Tiger Fist, Tiger Roaring Mountain Forest!

Lin Yun, who stepped back with his right foot and bent over, did not retreat but moved forward, clenching his five fingers, and he blasted out with a punch.

In an instant, there seemed to be a painting unfolding behind it.

The bones in the body burst out, like a tiger roaring, roaring again and again. A punch was blasted, an explosion-like sound was heard in the air, the air rushed wildly, and the wind was violent in all directions.

Give this punch to myself, you shouldn't prevent me from becoming an outer disciple and trickery!

"Dacheng Tiger Fist!"

There was a sharp-eyed outer disciple, and he immediately noticed that Lin Yun is already a master of Tiger Fist!

Boom!

The fist was handed over, Zhou Ping's eagle palm skill was still some distance away from Dacheng after all, and Lin Yun, who was violent, blasted his fist away.

The palms burst, and I feel like my entire arm is useless, and my body flies upside down.

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 through after three days?

Although Tiger Boxing is a basic boxing technique, it can't be done casually.

The most terrible thing is that he wants to defeat Lin Yun with a single blow. At this moment, people can't change their position in the air~IndoMTL.com~ Lin Yun looked cold, ran for two steps, and then jumped like a tiger.

His leaping up did not have the height and swiftness of Zhou Ping's goshawk, but it showed the fierce and heavy charm of the tiger.

The tiger is down!

Zhou Ping was in the air, his right arm was weak, and he couldn't move. I could only watch myself, and Lin Yun's punch was even more fierce, and it hit his chest.

Crack!

Several bones in the front of the chest were broken, Zhou Ping's face was painful, and he couldn't help howling after he fell.

The second punch was given to the original owner Lin Yun. You should not bully the weak and insult the opponent for two full years!

Close your fists and stand still.

After landing, Lin Yun moved his five fingers to calm the internal energy rushing in his body.

Zhou Ping, who was originally thought to be able to severely inflict Lin Yun with one move, was defeated by his two moves, and his energy was sharp.

A ending that no one had expected left the outer disciples in the hall of the Zongwu Hall stunned.

Huh, the wind is blowing!

Deacon Yang flickered and fell to Zhou Ping's side to check his injuries.

His face turned gloomy in an instant, and he looked at Lin Yun and said angrily: "You sword slave, such a big guts, the shot is so cruel. Lin Yun, you hurt the same door seriously, you are not righteous, I will now You are expelled from Qingyun Sect!"

Lin Yun was a little stunned in his heart, but he was not surprised. He said indifferently: "The Tiger Fist is at a disadvantage against the Eagle Palm. If I don't do my best, his first claw may break my Tian Ling cover. ."

"Dare to talk back to me!"

Deacon Yang is so angry that Zhou Ping's injury is serious, so how can he explain to his father?

This little sword slave, his mouth is so hard, he really knows nothing about life and death.

In the lobby of the Zongwu Hall, the atmosphere suddenly changed, which increased the pressure, and the gray deacon was really angry!

"Stop it."

Just as Deacon Grey was about to take action to teach Lin Yun, a hoarse voice came from the building.