Lin Yun's eyes narrowed slightly. The inner disciple who stepped forward was named Feng Daoyu.

He has deep qualifications in the sect and ranks eighth in the inner sect.

It can be said that he is one of the key disciples trained by the Qingyun Sect. He is very strong and his Vajra Fist is quite good.

Diamond Fist is a high-level martial arts skill of the sect, much stronger than Tiger Fist. I heard that Feng Daoyu had practiced it to great perfection very early.

Lin Yun had only heard of his name before and had never seen him take action. To be precise, he had very few opportunities to see this person.

"Senior Brother Feng, give him some color and see!"

"Senior Brother Feng, use your Vajra Fist to teach this arrogant boy a lesson!"

Seeing Feng Daoyu step forward, the inner disciples of the Qingyun Sect cheered him up.

Deep in Lin Yun's mind, he could indeed feel the sect's emotion of sharing weal and woe, and was slightly infected.

Luo Xing, the young master of the Crazy Blade Sect, touched his chin, looked at Bai Yufan and smiled.

"Brother Bai, this is the main hall of the Qingyun Sect. After all, there is something wrong with wielding swords and spears. You see, fists and kicks are the best. After ten moves, just click them to stop, so as not to damage your harmony.

"

Bai Yufan was slightly startled. Feng Daoyu had mastered boxing skills, but his opponent, Zhang Ye, was famous for his sword skills.

Not using a weapon had almost no effect on Feng Daoyu, but it would be a bit of a disadvantage for Zhang Ye.

For a moment, he couldn't figure out what kind of medicine was sold in Luo Xing Gourd.

Bai Yufan said suspiciously: "Are you sure?"

"Young Master is right, you really don't need to use your sword against him."

Luo Xing didn't speak. The rising star of the Crazy Blade Sect smiled slightly and spoke first.

Bai Yufan was stunned by these words. He felt aggrieved and said with an ugly face: "Then let's get started."

Feng Daoyu suddenly felt a mountain of pressure. If he still lost, he would really be embarrassed to see others.

The sect's main hall is not as good as a formal competition platform, but it is still quite spacious.

If you just compete with fists and feet, and move around, it's more than enough.

The two were dozens of steps apart, looked at each other, and began to control their breathing and perform their exercises.

After about ten seconds, the momentum accumulated in Feng Daoyu's body dissipated somewhat uncontrollably.

His face turned brassy little by little, looking like a sharp-edged sculpture, and his whole body was full of explosive power.

The Vajra Fist practiced by Feng Daoyu is a Buddhist technique and is famous for its fierceness and domineering power.

The style is very similar to Lin Yun's Tiger Fist, but the approach is different.

The former condenses the anger of Buddhist Vajra, while the latter derives the power of the Tiger King, which is completely different.

In terms of artistic conception, Tiger Fist is much lower.

However, Lin Yun's Tiger Fist has been baptized by the divine tiger and can be combined with fist and sword.

Strictly speaking, his Tiger Fist has completely exceeded the level of basic boxing.

Just the dissipated momentum can make people feel Feng Daoyu's terrifying anger. His Vajra Fist is indeed extraordinary.

On the other hand, Zhang Ye's expression was calm, and he still couldn't tell the difference.

From the surface, his momentum has been completely suppressed by Feng Daoyu.

"King Kong's Wrath!"

Seeing the anger inside his body, it became increasingly difficult to control it.

Before Zhang Ye could reveal his flaw, Feng Daoyu roared wildly and punched out.

As he rushed towards him, he exuded a faint yellow light and shadow, and there was a faint hint of Buddha's power.

It is the symbol of the great achievement of Vajra Fist!

By the time he reached Zhang Ye's side, yellow light was already flowing out of his right fist.

It looks like a ball of flame, burning brightly.

Zhang Ye didn't move at all. He used his palm as a knife and his arm as a blade with his right hand, holding it across his chest.

clang!

Feng Daoyu's King Kong Fury struck Zhang Ye's arm hard, making a dull sound of bronze clashing.

It was like bombarding a statue, but the opponent didn't move at all.

"Is that all you have?"

A hint of sarcasm emerged from the corner of Zhang Ye's mouth, and he was shocked.

The momentum he had accumulated all over his body suddenly exploded, and there seemed to be the sound of a sword.

Feng Daoyu was caught off guard and was knocked away instantly.

"kill!"

The smile on his face suddenly faded, Zhang Ye frowned, and the momentum he exuded suddenly condensed.

The edge between his eyebrows is as sharp as a sword.

He used his palm as a blade. He obviously didn't have a weapon, but the harsh sound produced by his palm was actually sharper than the blade.

Swish, swish, swish!

Once the fierce offensive was launched, it was overwhelming.

In an instant, Feng Daoyu felt extremely uncomfortable, and the power of the Vajra Fist was fully unleashed.

There seemed to be sword shadows flashing all over the sky. Feng Daoyu looked like he was struggling and dodged left and right.

But it was still difficult to avoid it, and after a while, his clothes were torn.

A trace of blood was exposed, and it looked no different from the marks of being cut by a sharp blade.

With blood splattering, Feng Daoyu's face became paler and he tried his best to protect his vitals.

The inner disciples of Qingyun Sect were shocked and their expressions changed wildly.

No wonder Zhang Ye doesn't use a weapon, there is almost no difference whether he has a sword or not.

"King Kong subdues demons!"

Feng Daoyu, who was overwhelmed by the sharp force of the knife and couldn't get over, made a desperate attempt to turn the tide.

"Evil Wind Slash!"

Zhang Ye smiled coldly, using his arm as a blade, like a flash of lightning, he attacked first.

His arm slashed at Feng Daoyu's chest like a blade, and the sound of broken ribs was heard.

Feng Daoyu spit out a mouthful of blood and was violently knocked away, his face turned pale.

"If I had used a knife, you would have been dead!"

Zhang Ye looked at Feng Daoyu who was unable to get up from the ground and mocked softly.

Feng Daoyu looked furious, but could not refute that the other party was telling the truth.

He didn't even see how the knife was struck just now.

So much so that he was hit instantly before he could use his King Kong Demon Subjugation.

"Senior Brother Feng."

The two inner disciples stepped forward to inspect Feng Daoyu's injuries, their expressions horrified.

"Young Sect Master, Senior Brother Feng's internal organs were shattered..."

"Zhang, you are so ruthless!"

After sparring with fists and kicks, the injury was so serious that it would definitely not be possible to recover within three months.

The corner of Bai Yufan's mouth twitched, but he still held it back.

Luo Xingpi said with a smile: "Brother Bai, these fists and feet have no eyes, and it's really hard to hold back your hands when you move them. I think Zhang Ye did it unintentionally. If Brother Bai is offended, I am willing to take out a blood-transforming pill."

apologize."

"No need."

Bai Yufan felt his face was burning, and it was almost swollen from being beaten.

Luo Xing laughed and said: "Hahaha, Brother Bai is quite generous. I wonder where this brother ranks in your sect."

"Junior Brother Feng has good talent and good cultivation, but he is only ranked at the bottom of my inner sect."

Bai Yufan said lightly, his inner fluctuations not showing on his face at all.

Luo Xing sneered and said: "Haha, Qingyun Sect is indeed the number one sect in Tianshui Kingdom, but this disciple who is at the eighth level of martial arts and has mastered Vajra Fist is only ranked at the bottom of the inner sect!"

"Ranked at the bottom? I don't know which other brother would be willing to compete with me."

Zhang Ye was a little dissatisfied when he heard this, and looked provocatively at Lin Yun and others.

This group of inner disciples of Qingyun Sect were all silent and hesitant.

It is said to be a countdown, but in fact everyone knows it.

Feng Daoyu's strength ranks among the top eight in the inner sect, not much weaker than them.

To defeat Zhang Ye, at least the top three people in the inner sect would have to be somewhat confident.

But if the opponent chooses not to use a weapon, then the person who challenges him has no reason to use a weapon.

In this case, the certainty is really not great.

Lin Yun secretly thought in his heart that the young master of the Crazy Sword Sect is quite scheming.

He took the initiative to ask not to use weapons, and this time he destroyed most of the strength of the inner disciples of Qingyun Sect.

Seeing Zhang Ye's terrifying knife and ruthless attacks, no one would dare to step forward.

"Is there no one? The young sect master thinks that I am qualified to fight with you now."

Seeing that no one accepted the challenge, Zhang Ye showed a mocking look on his face and looked at Bai Yufan again.

Bai Yufan was silent and did not respond.

Everyone knows that he is not afraid of Zhang Ye.

It's just that the dignified young sect leader was forced to take action personally by a rising star from the Crazy Blade Sect.

After the news spread, it had a huge impact on the sect's reputation.

Lin Yun's thoughts were like lightning. If he didn't use weapons, he would only use boxing to face the enemy.

He didn't have much confidence in this Zhang Ye.

But now his sect leader is forced into such a situation.

It doesn't matter what others think of him. As an inner disciple of the Qingyun Sect, he has no reason not to stand up.

But just when Lin Yun was preparing to fight, the palace door was suddenly pushed open.

"Who said our Qingyun Sect has no one?"
Chapter completed!