Qin Yun keenly noticed that the sword cultivator surnamed Lin's eyes fell on the black pearl, with a hint of greed. It was undoubtedly Bahasa who aroused his covetousness towards this spiritual beast and used it to deal with it.
Own.
A common man is innocent of the crime of harboring a treasure. For ordinary people, obtaining a treasure may be a disaster.
But Qin Yun is definitely not an ordinary person. He smiled lightly and said, "What if I say no?"
"Then it's not up to you!"
The sword cultivator surnamed Lin withdrew his attention from the black pearl and looked at Qin Yun with an icy gaze.
He took a step forward silently, and a fierce aura suddenly came out of his body, pressing towards Qin Yun like an unsheathed sword, faintly containing the sharp Gengjin aura.
Innate pressure!
Bahasa and the others next to him all looked horrified and quickly retreated to avoid being affected by the aura.
But Qin Yun, who was the first to bear the brunt, stood still and looked at Jianxiu Lin coldly, as if he was not affected at all, with a faint sneer on his lips.
After a warrior Qi practitioner reaches the great realm of innateness, as his cultivation improves, he is able to release his aura to intimidate his opponents, which is called innate pressure.
There are also levels of innate coercion. The coercive power of a high-level powerhouse can defeat an opponent without fighting, or suppress the opponent's spirit and fighting spirit. Thousands of changes can be made with one intention, which is also an extremely brilliant method.
However, although this sword cultivator surnamed Lin is an innate strong man, his innate coercion has not yet reached the level where he can control it freely.
Qin Yun, who is in the sky, is simply talking nonsense.
Seeing that Qin Yun didn't care about his innate pressure, the sword cultivator surnamed Lin immediately realized that he had encountered a strong enemy, but how could he shrink back in full view of the public? Qin Yun's mocking eyes made him even more angry.
So he stepped forward again and approached Qin Yun.
The closer the distance, the stronger the pressure. The sword cultivator surnamed Lin activated his Xuan Gong to gather his true power, his eyes full of stern colors.
It’s really shameless!
Qin Yun felt a little more angry at the advancing swordsman surnamed Lin. He never took the initiative to cause trouble, but he was never afraid of getting into trouble, and he would never let anyone force him to do so.
He also took a step forward, and the distance between him and the opponent shortened to less than five steps!
An invisible coercive momentum emerged, like a storm rising from the ground, sweeping across the earth, instantly suppressing and defeating the coercive force from the sword cultivator surnamed Lin, and the cold and murderous aura of the sword pointed directly at the opponent's soul!
The duel of innate power is a duel of strength and cultivation, and it is also a collision of soul and consciousness. When the sword cultivator surnamed Lin realized that Qin Yun was powerful, the right choice was for him to take the initiative to withdraw the innate pressure, but he was too proud to show off his face.
He acted recklessly and finally encountered Qin Yun's most fierce counterattack!
The murderous intent released by Qin Yun came from the Brahma Catastrophe Sword Technique. As soon as the mental technique moved, murderous intent suddenly arose. The swordsman named Lin was caught off guard and suffered a big loss. He couldn't help but take a half step back with a groan.
His face was as pale as paper, his figure was shaky, and his eyes looking at Qin Yun were frightened and angry.
Most of the people next to him couldn't understand. In their eyes, they only saw the sword cultivator surnamed Lin taking two steps aggressively as if he was about to make a move, and then Qin Yun also took a step. The former backed down.
Only Bahasa was the strongest, and he could vaguely see some skills. He couldn't help but shrink back behind the crowd.
In this narrow and crowded street, if two innate masters fight to the death, the ordinary people watching will be in great misfortune. Even though he is a high-level practitioner of Qi refining, he will never dare to be among them.
Qin Yun's murderous intent was immediately suppressed. After all, the sword cultivator surnamed Lin was a disciple of the Beiming Sect. As a guest, a small punishment or a big warning would be enough for him. Otherwise, if he seriously injured the opponent, he would also suffer consequences for the elders and senior brothers of the same sect.
Come and cause trouble.
The sword cultivator surnamed Lin was able to take a breath, and his expression immediately became ferocious.
In his view, Qin Yun's mercy was due to his fear of Beiming Sword Sect, so he did not dare to take action. Therefore, although Qin Yun's strength was wiser than his own, his courage suddenly increased greatly.
He pulled out his long sword and shouted sternly: "Where did the traitor come from? You actually dared to break into our mountain gate of Beiming Sect to provoke you. You will never come back today!"
Before he finished speaking, the sword cultivator surnamed Lin quickly reached out and pulled out a small metal cylinder from his waist, and suddenly pushed open the stopper on it with his thumb!
This sword cultivator surnamed Lin is an inner disciple of the Beiming Sect. He has good strength and talent but no background. In order to maintain his daily expenses, he takes on a lot of sect tasks and often visits the outer city with his outer disciples.
Patrolling the city is hard work, but there is also a lot of money to be made. Who dares not to give face to the disciples of the Beiming Sect in Roulan City, and the likes of Bahasa are extremely fawning.
So when he heard Bahasa say that Qin Yun's horse was a rare horse, and also gave him a reason to take action, he immediately couldn't suppress the greed in his heart and wanted to rob it by force.
But he never expected Qin Yun to be so powerful, so he simply blamed Qin Yun for provoking him and prepared to summon his fellow disciples to help him out.
There are tens of thousands of Beiming Sect disciples, and they have always been fierce in open and covert fighting, but if anyone is bullied by outsiders in Roulan City, they will definitely help.
What he is holding is the thunder flame used to summon his fellow disciples. As long as he releases it, all nearby fellow disciples will rush over within a short time. By then, Qin Yun will not be able to escape even with wings!
Just as Jian Xiu surnamed Lin was about to lift the metal cylinder high, a white hand suddenly came from beside him and held his wrist firmly!
Jianxiu, surnamed Lin, was stunned for a moment, then became furious, turned around and started to curse.
But when he saw the other person's face clearly, he swallowed back the curse words that rushed to his lips: "Long, Senior Brother Long, why are you here?"
The person who intervened to stop the sword cultivator named Lin was also a sword cultivator in white clothes. He was younger than him, with a slim figure and handsome appearance. There was an evil look between his brows and a half-smiling look on his face.
The swordsman in white loosened his hand, pointed at Qin Yun and said, "Junior Brother Lin, do you know who this is?"
Without waiting for the sword cultivator surnamed Lin to reply, he continued: "Let me introduce to you, this is Qin Yun, an inner disciple of the Tiancheng Sword Sect, and he is also the disciple representative who came to participate in our sect's martial arts meeting."
A disciple of Tiancheng Sword Sect!
Jianxiu Lin, surnamed Lin, broke into a cold sweat. He should have understood this a long time ago, but he was blinded by greed and almost made a big mistake.
If he were not a disciple of the Tiancheng Sword Sect, how could he dare to confront the disciples of the Beiming Sect in Roulan City? If he really sent out a signal to summon his fellow disciples to attack Qin Yun, no matter what the outcome, the sect would definitely give him severe punishment.
Beiming Sect and Tiancheng Sword Sect are both among the top ten sects in Kyushu. Their relationship is definitely not good, but they still have contacts with each other. For example, Beiming Sect's triennial Xihai Martial Arts Tournament, Tiancheng Sword Sect will send representative disciples there.
Participate in competitions.
You are a guest! Of course Beiming Sect has the magnanimity of a sect. If at this time it is spread that the disciples of the sect gathered together to use force to deal with a Tiancheng disciple who came to participate in the martial arts meeting, and it is completely unreasonable, then let alone Tiancheng Sword Sect
What will be the reaction? First of all, Beiming Sect himself can also react with thunderous fury.
Thinking of the severity of the sect's laws, the sword cultivator surnamed Lin couldn't help but tremble secretly, and whispered to the sword cultivator in white: "Thank you, senior brother, for your help, I can't thank you enough!"
He is older than the white-robed sword cultivator, but he started late, and his strength and cultivation are not as good as the other's, so he has to show respect by treating himself as a junior.
However, he could bow his head to the sword cultivator in white and thank him, but he would never be able to apologize to Qin Yun.
The white-robed swordsman ignored him and saluted Qin Yun with clasped fists: "Junior brother Qin Yun, are you okay?"
Qin Yun smiled, clasped his fists in return and said, "Senior Brother Long Fei, long time no see!"
He recognized the other person.
When Qin Yun represented Zhui Yunfeng in the Fuyun Sword Forum of the Tiancheng Sword Sect, Long Fei came to watch the ceremony as a disciple of the Beiming Sect, and personally challenged the disciples of the Sword Sect. The two battles were extremely arrogant.
Qin Yun resolutely left the field and challenged him. At that time, Long Fei's strength had reached the state of Qi Refining. Although Qin Yun was not as good as his opponent, he fought hard and won the final victory, which made Long Fei lose face.
I just didn't expect that after several years apart, the two would meet here again.
Compared with the beginning, this talented disciple of Beiming Sect is much more restrained and deep, and no longer has the domineering aura of the past. Even Qin Yun cannot see through his current level of strength.
"Welcome to Beiming Sect, junior brother. You probably don't know where the sect's post house is yet. Why don't you let me take you there? Your fellow juniors and senior brothers have already arrived."
Long Fei smiled modestly, and his polite manner made people feel good about him, as if he and Qin Yun were friends who had reunited after being apart for many years, and his courtesy was not without warmth and courtesy.
But Qin Yun looked at it with a chill in his heart. He would never be naive enough to think that the other party and himself had put aside their old grudges. He could only say that Long Fei had become more mature and sophisticated, hiding his true side firmly.
Compared to someone who is arrogant and domineering and shows everything on his face, such an opponent is the most terrifying!
But this doesn't mean that Qin Yun is really afraid of the other party.
"Okay!" He nodded and said cheerfully: "Then I'll bother you, senior brother!"
Long Fei smiled slightly, but his eyes fell on Bahasa who was silent next to him. He said calmly: "What happened just now was caused by you, right? If you dare to ruin the reputation of our Beiming Sect, what's the use of having eyes?
Dig one up yourself."
He spoke in an understatement, but Bahasa seemed to be struck by five thunders, and his face suddenly turned pale as paper. He couldn't help but look at Jianxiu surnamed Lin, obviously hoping that the other party could say a few words for him.
Unexpectedly, Jian Xiu named Lin turned his head and pretended not to see it.
Long Fei snorted coldly, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.
Bahasa fell to his knees on the ground, tremblingly pulled out the dagger, hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and raised his hand to stab himself in the left eye!
Blood spurts out! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian () to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
