Mr. Lin roared loudly, and the blue light from his body formed a pillar of light, rising into the sky.
"Tianfeng Hundredfold Palm!"
Mr. Lin swung out his palm, his palm prints whistling, and he headed towards Lu Ming.
Lu Ming stepped out, and within his body, nine dragon powers exploded, running the thunder god strike, punching out, and a phoenix formed by thunder and lightning flew towards Mr. Lin.
boom!
The thunder and phoenix feathers collided with each other's palm prints.
"Break it!"
Mr. Lin showed a ferocious expression.
Boom! Boom! Boom!...
At the moment of intersection, Mr. Lin's cyan palm prints exploded, and a hundred levels of terrifying power burst out from the palm prints.
The Thunder Phoenix that Lu Ming played was defeated instantly.
The palm prints continued to roar towards Lu Ming.
"Die, you trash!" Mr. Lin yelled in his heart.
"What a wonderful artistic conception of martial arts!"
Lu Ming's eyes moved. Mr. Lin's artistic conception martial arts were obviously low-grade god-level martial arts. The level of training was at the third level, but the power of the explosion was astonishing.
It can only be said that the opponent's artistic conception martial arts are exquisite and more mysterious than Thunder God Strike.
Think about it, Mr. Lin is an official disciple of the Tianshen Sect, and Lu Ming's Thunder God Strike was only learned in the first round of assessment, so naturally it cannot be as sophisticated as Mr. Lin learned it.
"The Heavenly Power of Suppressing Prison!"
Lu Ming used the Prison Suppressing Heavenly Skill and punched out.
Touch! Touch!...
There was a fierce explosion, and Lu Ming punched him, directly breaking Mr. Lin's hundred-fold strength.
Then, Lu Ming stepped out and punched out again.
This punch went straight, but its power was astonishingly strong.
Mr. Lin claps his hands several times and confronts Lu Ming, but after several roars, Mr. Lin staggers back.
This is jaw-dropping!
A disciple from the Tianshen Sect, the great sect of Yuanlu, actually lost to Lu Ming?
And Lu Ming, just from a mere sacred continent, how could he be so strong? So amazing?
"Kill, kill, kill!"
The gazes of everyone around him drove Mr. Lin almost crazy, and his murderous intent was extremely strong.
He is a disciple of the Tianshen Sect, just like the prince who lives in the imperial city in the common world, but Lu Ming is incomparable to the poor and remote village.
But now, he is suppressed.
How could he endure this? He was roaring in his heart, his true energy was running wildly, and he wanted to tear Lu Ming into pieces.
"This is the fighting power of Tianshen Sect's genius? In my opinion, you are nothing in Tianshen Sect? Otherwise, how could you be so weak?"
Lu Ming sneered.
Yuan Continent is the core of Yuan Realm and a holy land for cultivators. Many emperors are trying their best to join the great forces of Yuan Continent.
As the main sect of Yuanlu, Tianshen Sect, if Mr. Lin is really the genius of Tianshen Sect, it is impossible for him to be so weak.
Lu Ming guessed that Mr. Lin's status in Tianshen Sect was very average.
"Trash, you are looking for death!"
Lu Ming's words seemed to sting Mr. Lin, causing him to scream hysterically and completely lose his sense of proportion.
Yes, Lu Ming was right.
There are countless geniuses in the Tianshen Sect. People like him are at the lowest level in the Tianshen Sect. They have to grovel and look at other people's faces every day.
Therefore, he took this opportunity to come to the Shenxu Continent. He originally thought that he would be able to show off his power and enjoy himself in the Shenxu Continent. However, he did not expect that he would be suppressed by a piece of trash and be ridiculed like this.
He went completely berserk.
With a cry, a cyan condor appeared above Mr. Lin's head. There was no doubt that it was a ninth-level god-level bloodline, and its whole body was filled with cyan light.
Mr. Lin turned into a divine eagle and wanted to use his most powerful killing move to kill Lu Ming.
"Enough!"
At this moment, a majestic voice sounded, and a middle-aged man appeared in the air.
This person is also the messenger of the Tianshen Sect and has been following the white-haired old man.
As soon as he appeared, he stood in front of Mr. Lin.
"No, a piece of trash dares to insult me. He doesn't take the Tianshen Sect seriously. I'm going to kill him!"
Mr. Lin shouted hysterically.
"That's enough. Isn't it embarrassing enough? The deacon asked me to take you back!"
The middle-aged man said.
Upon hearing the word 'deacon', Mr. Lin shivered violently and seemed to be very frightened. He turned his eyes, then gritted his teeth, transformed into a human form, and stared at Lu Ming coldly.
"Boy, I will spare you today, but this matter is not over yet!"
After leaving a cold word, Mr. Lin turned around and left here.
The middle-aged man glanced at Lu Ming casually, and without knowing what he was thinking, he turned around and left.
A great battle ended like this, and the onlookers felt a little pity.
"This Lu Ming will probably never have a good life if he offends Mr. Lin!"
"He wants to be selected by the Tianshen Sect, and I feel bad about it!"
Some people are talking.
"Xiao Qing, let's go!"
Lu Ming came to Xie Nianqing.
"Lu Ming, I have caused trouble for you. I'm afraid you won't be able to enter the Tianshen Sect because of this!"
Xie Nianqing said.
"Fool, if you can't get in, you can't get in. The worst we can do is go to Yuanlu by ourselves and look for sects to join!"
Lu Ming scratched Xie Nianqing's nose and smiled slightly.
The two returned to their place of residence.
In half a day, the second round of screening by the Tianshen Sect will begin.
In the Sifang Shrine, more than 500 surviving geniuses gathered around Tiangang Peak again.
"What's going on? Why didn't Thunder Niu come?"
Over at the Western Shrine, the elder who led the team frowned.
Thunder Niu is one of the three most powerful geniuses of the Western God Palace. Although I don’t know who cut off one arm last time, his combat power is still very strong and he may still be selected by the Tianshen Sect.
, still holds great hope.
But at this time, Thunder Niu was nowhere to be seen, which gave the leader a bad feeling.
"I heard that Thunder Niu seemed to have gone to the Thunder Territory and resumed his cultivation!"
A young man spoke up.
"Did he have an accident in Leiyu?"
"I heard that he brought some experts with him, including the most powerful one!"
The geniuses of the Western Shrine whispered.
But as time passed, Lei Niu still did not appear. Many people knew that Lei Niu had probably had an accident.
Otherwise, it would be impossible for him not to come now. This is the selection of disciples for the Tianshen Sect. What a big deal it is?
In the sky, six figures appeared.
The people from Tianshen Sect have arrived.
The leader was still the white-haired old man, followed by two big men, and behind them were three young men, Mr. Lin prominently among them.
His gaze fell on Lu Ming, and a cold look flashed in his eyes.
"Boy, if you want to join the Tianshen Sect, just dream. After this screening is over, I will look for an opportunity to kill this person!"
A sneer appeared on Mr. Lin's lips.
"Okay, the second round of layout has been completed!"
The white-haired old man of Tianshen Sect waved his hand, and endless inscriptions suddenly appeared in the sky, but then, light gates appeared in the sky one by one.