The Sovereign’s Ascension Chapter 93: Where does the confidence come from?

"Why is it impossible?"

　　

　　 Wanfeng's overly surprised reaction caused Lin Yun to frown slightly, and asked rhetorically. r?a??nw?en?www?www?． ??

　　

　　"The first part of this thunder flame combat body is to burn the body with flames, draw the fire from the world, burn the flesh, temper every piece of flesh and blood, hammer and burn the tibia hundreds of times... People who have practiced, no one can handle it, and many even burn themselves to death."

　　

　　Quick words came out from Wan Feng's mouth, making Feng Wuheng's face full of shock.

　　

　　 The requirements of this high-grade exercise method are really harsh, not right, not harsh, it is simply torture.

　　

　　 is so horrible, it takes much will and courage to survive.

　　

　　 Lin Yun showed a stunned look on his face, and smiled: "So, it turns out that Young Master Wan had agreed to give me top-grade exercises from the very beginning with an idea that I couldn't practice at all."

　　

　　 "This... listen to me, I don't have one."

　　

　　 Wanfeng's face changed, and he confided the truth in a hurry, and he suddenly appeared extremely embarrassed.

　　

　　Feng Wuheng chuckled: "Lin Yun, cousin didn't mean that, but he was just curious. Is there a secret to how to successfully cultivate under such harsh conditions?"

　　

　　"Yeah, Lin Yun, I am really curious. Is there a secret?"

　　

　　 Fortunately, Feng Wuheng gave him a step, and there was a scorching light in Wan Feng's eyes.

　　

　　 If there really is a secret, if he can practice this technique, it's not bad!

　　

　　 Lin Yun spread his hands and told the truth: "There is no secret, I just have experienced the flames once in my life after nine deaths."

　　

　　"Really nothing..."

　　

　　 Wanfeng’s words revealed a deep disappointment, “Don’t talk about it, Lin Yun should leave. Today is the Linghu dispute. Hey, with you the finale, we will definitely win if we want to come! "

　　

　　 Although he was surprised that the other party had condensed the body of the 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 a quarter of 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 praying for ancestors’ blessings.

　　

　　 "You are Lin Yun!"

　　

　　嗖!

　　

　　 In front of the clearing, a young man with an indifferent expression appeared, his eyes fixed on Lin Yun.

　　

　　 He cultivated the second innate orifice, and the aura on his body was actually 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 also the seedling of my Wan family with the best talent. In addition to you and me, this The third person to play this time is him, be careful."

　　

　　 Lin Yun secretly said in his heart, Wan Feiye...that is, Wan Feng's cousin.

　　

　　 "I heard that five days ago, you gave my father a punch?"

　　

　　 Seeing Lin Yun's silence, Wan Feiye continued.

　　

　　 Wanfeng saw that his tone was wrong, and he coldly shouted: "Wan Feiye, what do you want? The Linghu battle is about to begin, don't cause trouble."

　　

　　 Wan Feiye narrowed his eyes and looked at Lin Yun with a faint smile: "There is still some time for fun, let's have a trick?"

　　

　　 "Yes, but it has to be a little bit lucky. 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!

　　

　　"A thousand middle-grade spirit stones?"

　　

　　 Wan Feiye's face turned black, which is equivalent to his resources for three months, and he said coldly: "Deal!"

　　

　　"How to compare?"

　　

　　 "It's very simple, each have a trick. No spirit, no weapon, no martial arts, whoever retreats will lose!"

　　

　　 Wan Feiye's eyes were cold, apparently wanting to find a place for his father, and he muttered: "We have to add one more color head. Those who lose, obediently let the other party slap!"

　　

　　 "Don't use martial arts?"

　　

　　 Wan Feng said in a deep voice: "Wan Feiye, you have a high level of cultivation, and you are cultivating a middle-grade innate technique. You are not allowed to martial arts of the opponent?"

　　

　　 This guy came prepared, and he knew that when he wanted to, Lin Yun was good at a powerful martial art.

　　

　　 Wan Feiye smiled provocatively: "Are you afraid? It's too late to withdraw now, just give me a thousand middle-grade spirit stones."

　　

　　 "It's okay."

　　

　　 Lin Yun didn't care, this slap on the door, neither white nor white.

　　

　　 Seeing that the other party agreed, Wan Feiye's eyes flashed slyly, as long as he didn't use martial arts.

　　

　　 Under the situation where he was a bit higher than the original one, he was 100% sure to repel the opponent!

　　

　　 "Come on, lest I bully you, you can do it first."

　　

　　 Wan Feiye stepped back, looked at Lin Yun, and smiled slightly.

　　

　　Actually, the exercise he is good at is coming first. In the case of opening one more hole, it is enough to judge the opponent's flaws and retreat in one blow.

　　

　　 Lin Yun smiled slightly: "Are you sure?"

　　

　　 "Nature."

　　

　　 Lin Yun propped his arms, the sword box on his back fell, and slipped down leisurely.

　　

　　嘭! boom!

　　

　　 Two huge sounds exploded at the same time, one was Lin Yun's tens of thousands of catties, and the other was the heavy landing of the sword box.

　　

　　 Wan Feiye’s innate spirit element, before it could condense, was blasted out by Lin Yun with a punch.

　　

　　 fell to the ground in an extremely embarrassing manner, and the whole body was painful, lying on the ground with shock in his eyes.

　　

　　How is it possible... Doesn't he need to condense the innate spirit?

　　

　　 A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, Wan Feiye convulsed in pain, and Lin Yun looked a little frightened.

　　

　　 Feng Wuheng and Wanfeng looked at each other and were equally surprised.

　　

　　 Although he knew that Lin Yun had cultivated the body of the flame demon, he really didn't expect that his flesh **** was so powerful.

　　

　　 Wan Feiye, the stupid idiot who had lost money, asked Lin Yun to make the first move. It was almost death.

　　

　　 "I'm not good at slapped, I don't have the habit of slapped people casually, give me a thousand middle-grade spirit stones."

　　

　　 Lin Yun put the sword case back on his back and said lightly.

　　

　　 "I... I don't have one."

　　

　　 Wan Feiye said a little aggrieved, he enjoys a lot of family resources, but how much he can use, and he really can't get so many middle-grade spirit stones in one time.

　　

　　 Squeak!

　　

　　The gate of the ancestral hall opened, and a group of ancestors came out. Wan Feiye, who was lying on the ground looking painful, was shocked.

　　

　　 "You beat my son?"

　　

　　 Wantian saw this scene, and was so angry that it was about to happen on the spot.

　　

　　"Stop, figure out what's going on first. Feng'er, tell me what is going on?"

　　

The 　　Linghu dispute is about to begin, and the insiders are killing each other, and Wan Qiuye's face has a hint of anger.

　　

　　 "Father, this Wan Feiye wants to give his father a head when he sees Lin Yun, so he has to bet with Lin Yun..."

　　

　　 Wanfeng was happy in his heart, and he processed the matter a little while ago.

　　

　　 This Wan Feiye is his biggest competitor, and it is natural to be happy to see him cramped.

　　

　　 "Is that so?"

　　

　　 Wan Tian looked at Wan Feiye, and asked.

　　

　　 Wan Feiye said unconvincedly: "That's right, but this guy only won me by trickery. I will never lose to him in a comparison!"

　　

　　 "Enough."

　　

　　 After seeing his son nod his head, Wan Tian was full of anger, and a hint of shame flashed across his face.

　　

　　 Both father and son suffered a big loss in Lin Yun's hands at the same time.

　　

　　 Wan Qiuye coldly snorted: "Lingshi, you give Lin Yun afterwards, this account family will not come out. The Linghu dispute is about to begin, and it's still messing around here, there is no rule, your son 'S resources are temporarily suspended for one month."

　　

　　 Facing the opponent's reprimand, Wan Tian looked aggrieved, and he dared not refute anything.

　　

　　 "Let's go."

　　

　　Leaving Wanfu, a group of people rode on the horses and galloped out of the city.

　　

　　 Lin Yun rode on the blood dragon horse, suppressing the speed, and followed unhurriedly.

　　

　　 Eight Pinling Lake was born in a barren mountain outside the city.

　　

　　 Beforehand, no one knew that a barren mountain would have such wonders as Linghu.

　　

　　 Now this barren mountain has become a battleground for several companies.

　　

　　 About two hours later, the speed gradually slowed down, and a dense jungle mountain appeared in Lin Yun's field of vision.

　　

　　 "This mountain was in Ziyan City before, it was a wasteland. There was nothing but some wild beasts. Even the martial artist did not want to come here. It was an old hunter of my ten thousand family who discovered it by accident."

　　

　　 Wanfeng was on the horse, introduced to Lin Yun, and discovered the experience of Linghu.

　　

　　 Lin Yun said casually: "It seems that your Wanjia is indeed lucky, and God is pleased."

　　

　　 "Let's talk about it after winning. If you are in the line, it should be foolproof. But the battle of life and death is endless. At that time, you will sacrifice your martial arts and fight to the death. Everything is hard to say."

　　

　　 As they slowly approached the destination, everyone's expressions gradually became serious, and even Wan Feng revealed a hint of worry.

　　

　　The battle of life and death is endless.

　　

　　 winner, you can continue to fight. As long as you are not dead, you can not admit defeat and fight to the end.

　　

　　 Halfway up the mountain, there are two men and horses, who have been stationed here long ago, facing each other.

　　

　　 each has a murderous look, and the palms are always on the weapons, the atmosphere is very unfriendly.

　　

　　 Lin Yun looked around, the one with a small number of people should be the Ten Thousand Family Warriors, and their opponents are the three major families.

　　

　　 Eight Pinling Lake, it should be right after the entrance.

　　

　　 "Get off the horse."

　　

　　 Wan Qiuye said indifferently, everyone turned over and got off their horses and moved forward on foot.

　　

　　 "Wan Qiuye. You finally came!"

　　

　　 Suddenly a faint voice sounded, and I saw the group of warriors on the other side, separated from each other~IndoMTL.com~Three middle-aged men with indifferent expressions came out slowly.

　　

　　 The man in the middle is full of anger and fierce eyes. He doesn't look like the patriarch of the family, but like a Jiang Yang thief.

　　

　　 doesn't have a particularly strong Lingyuan fluctuation, but one glance at it makes people afraid to look at it.

　　

　　"He is the eldest of the three families, Kong Yuan. He wandered around the rivers and lakes in his early years and killed people like hemp. Later, he returned to the family when he got tired. His strength was terrible. He was also the only strong man in Ziyang City who could compete with my father."

　　

　　 Wanfeng was beside Lin Yun and introduced in a low voice.

　　

　　 Wan Qiuye stood in front of the people, ignoring the other's evil spirits, and vyingly said: "You come early, doesn't it mean that this Eighth Grade Linghu belongs to you."

　　

　　 Kongyuan grinned and said: "This may not be true. Your family has been dominating Ziyan City for so many years. The three of us have made up their minds this time to let you spit out a mouthful of meat!"

　　

　　 Wan Qiuye frowned slightly, where did this guy come from so emboldened?