Wu Jianxiong saw that Taoist Sanli was timid, so he smiled coldly and said, "Why, Taoist Sanli is afraid?"
Before Taoist Master Sanli could answer, he saw a person turn around and snorted angrily, saying: "What a joke. My master has practiced the Seven Injury Divine Fist to perfection. How could he be afraid of that thief Lin Yu? It's just Lin."
Yu was injured, and my master is a wise man anyway, so he didn’t want to take advantage of others’ danger, so he was hesitant. How could it be because of fear?”
The person Sanli Taoist priest saw and spoke to was the disciple he had taken when he traveled to the south of the Yangtze River a few years ago. His name was Fang Datong. He was a descendant of the Jinling family. However, he was quite talented in martial arts and was also the hardest working among his brothers. Although he was just starting out
It's relatively late, but its achievements are worse than those of disciples who have been in the industry for ten or twenty years.
Fang Datong has long wanted to become famous. Now that Lin Yu has been injured, how could he let go of this great opportunity to become famous all over the world? Then he knelt down on one knee and said respectfully: "Master, let my disciple do it for you."
Go out and challenge Lin Yu, I will definitely not disappoint you, nor will you insult the reputation of our Kongtong Sect, but also let some people see the true power of our Kongtong Seven-Shang Divine Fist, and convince them."
Sanli Taoist Master rolled his eyes and thought to himself: Since this disciple wants to play, if he wins, my Kongtong sect will also have a bright face, and I am his master. People in the world must think that this disciple is so powerful and can defeat the big devil.
Tou Lin Yu, isn't the master more powerful? Even if he takes ten thousand steps back, if he loses, he will not lose much. Zhou Wusun, the leader of the Hengshan Sword Sect, and Wu Jianxiong, the leader of the Qingcheng Sect, have also lost, and
The most important thing is that you will not be injured, let alone die.
After thinking of this, Taoist Priest Sanli was not only secretly happy in his heart for his little plan of killing two birds with one stone, but after a while, he put on the majesty of an old master and said: "Datong, since you want to go to war, you must be merciful and righteous as a master."
, I wish you all the best, go ahead and be more careful!"
Fang Datong's joy was beyond words. He glanced at Lin Yu on the ring fiercely from the corner of his eye and said secretly: Lin Yu, the most beautiful person today must be me. From now on, there will be no Qingfeng swordsman Lin Yu in the world.
Now, all I have is Fang Datong, my Seven-Shang Divine Fist.
After responding, Fang Datong flew in front of Lin Yu like a white crane with its wings spread, and shouted coldly: "Lin Yu, remember my name, Fang Datong, the Seven-Scarring Divine Fist of the Kongtong Sect."
Lin Yu sneered and said, "It's better to ask your master, Taoist Master Sanli, to come!"
As if he had been humiliated a thousand times, Fang Datong's face immediately turned red with anger, and he shouted angrily: "Lin Yu, you are so arrogant. I don't need Master to kill you. I alone will be enough."
I’ll let you see the true power of our Kongtong Sect’s Seven-Injury Divine Fist.”
Lin Yu smiled coldly and said: "I've seen it a few days ago. The power is not bad, but the accuracy and heat are still a little bit behind."
Fang Datong's face was ashen with anger, and he clenched his fists tightly, and all the bones in his body creaked. After a moment, he gathered all his internal energy on his sandbag-sized fists, and violently swung it towards Lin Yu, exploding
Shout: "Kongtong Seven-Scarring Divine Fist!"
Seeing this scene, Lin Yu couldn't help but flash a cold smile at the corner of his mouth. He didn't take his punch forcefully, but just used his body to avoid it.
When Fang Datong saw that he had punched in the air, he was so angry that he threw more than a dozen punches in succession, but not to mention hitting Lin Yu, he couldn't even catch his figure.
Although the Kongtong Seven Injury Fist was very powerful, it also consumed a lot of internal energy. In just a moment, Fang Datong was already so tired that he was out of breath. Panting for air, he shouted angrily: "Lin Yu, if you have the ability, don't dodge, dodge."
Who do you think you are a hero if you come and go?"
Lin Yu sneered and said: "If I were a hero, would you, the upright people from the world, set up such a big plan to kill me? Would you still offer a reward of 500,000 taels of gold for my life?"
Fang Datong already regretted that he took the stage to challenge Lin Yu. He had to admit that if this continued, he would die from lack of strength without Lin Yu taking action.
Taoist Master Sanli saw that the situation was unfavorable for his disciple, so he hurriedly stood up and shouted: "Lin Yu, it's getting late now. If you continue to dodge like this, won't this competition last until tomorrow?"
Lin Yu smiled calmly and said: "Since it's getting late, I don't want to waste everyone's time. Now that I'm standing here, if I step back even half a step, I lose and I'm willing to surrender."
Fang Datong was overjoyed when he heard this and said: "You said this yourself, you can't blame others, just watch the boxing!"
Seeing the way he was punching, Lin Yu couldn't help but smile and shake his head. When Fang Datong's Seven-Injury Divine Fist was about to rush in front of him, Lin Yu no longer used Qinggong to dodge, nor did he draw his sword, he still just stood there.
Not moving at all.
At this time, everyone in the audience stood up and stretched their necks. They didn't know what kind of medicine Lin Yu bought in his gourd. Priest Sanli's eyes were as wide as eggs, for fear of missing the slightest detail. He was very worried.
It was clear that the Seven Injury Fist was best at close combat. If Datong could get close to him, there might be hope of victory, not to mention that Lin Yu's left shoulder had already been wounded by a sword.
When his iron fist was less than one foot away from Lin Yu, Fang Datong felt like fifteen buckets were jumping up and down, but he still couldn't hold back his excitement. As long as he punched him, Lin Yu would definitely lose.
From now on, he will become famous and become a great hero respected by everyone in the world, and his name will last forever.
Just when Fang Datong's Seven Injury Fist was about to hit him, Lin Yu still had no expression on his face. He just clenched his fist tightly, clenching it like a stone, punching like a tiger, and swinging his fist like wind.
Bang!
Lin Yu was knocked back a few steps by the two blows, and a faint trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. However, Fang Datong's whole body had been blown away. With a pop, blood sprayed all over the ground, dyeing it red.
A large arena made of marble.
After a while, Fang Datong came back to his senses, looked at Lin Yu with disbelief, and said in astonishment, "How come you, our Kongtong sect, don't teach the unique skill Seven Injury Fist?"
Lin Yu smiled coldly and said: "I have long said that your Seven Injury Fist is the same as your master's. You haven't practiced it well yet. You should believe it now!"
Fang Datong's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, his face was ferocious, and his whole face began to become a little distorted. He shouted angrily: "You are not from our Kongtong sect, how do you know how to know the Seven Injury Fist, the treasure of our sect?
"
Lin Yu responded coldly: "Of course you two masters and apprentices taught it to me. I just copied it, learned it now and sold it. It is undeniable that the Seven Injury Fist is the number one boxing technique in the world today.
When punching, there are seven different forces in one punch, some are fierce, some are soft, some are hard and soft, some are soft and hard, some go out horizontally, some go straight, some go inward, if you resist,
If you can't hold back this steady stream of power, you will suffer serious internal injuries. It's just a pity that it has a fatal weakness."
Fang Datong stared at his big blood-red eyes. He couldn't believe that a young man who was a few years younger than himself could master and use the Seven Injury Fist in just a few minutes, which far exceeded his three years of hard work.
Lian, this is really unbelievable. If I hadn’t experienced it myself, I would never believe that there are such geniuses in the world.
Fang Datong's clothes had been shaken to pieces by Lin Yu's punch, and even looked like they were burned. He got up with difficulty, but before he could stand firm, he vomited again.
He took a large mouthful of blood and asked in a very weak tone: "What do you mean it's a pity, and where is its weakness?"
Lin Yu responded calmly: "When the Seven Injury Fist punches, it consumes a lot of internal energy, so the practitioner must have extremely deep internal energy. Otherwise, if someone who has not yet reached the level of internal energy practices it, it will cause great harm to oneself."
The patient's heart will be backfired, internal strength will be damaged, and in severe cases, the mind will be lost, madness will occur, and even life will be in danger. Moreover, there are two qi of yin and yang in the human body, and the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. One practice will cause seven injuries, and all seven will be injured.
.So the so-called "seven injuries" mean hurting yourself first and then hurting others."
Fang Datong had a look of astonishment on his face. As soon as he got angry, his energy and blood ran out. The force of the seven-injury punch just hit his heart and he fainted. Everyone in the audience also opened their mouths in surprise. This Lin Yu
I didn't expect him to be so capable of learning and selling immediately, so I really underestimated him.
Li Ziyan's face was full of admiration, and she couldn't help but exclaimed: "Lin Yu's martial arts are so amazing!"
When Feng Jianping saw his junior sister, who used to admire and admire him, looking at Lin Yu like this, the anger in his heart couldn't be traced. He glanced at Lin Yu on the ring fiercely from the corner of his eye, and then looked at Lin Yu.
Li Jiulian, who was on the first seat, said respectfully: "Master, I want to challenge Lin Yu to show off the power of Huashan!"
On a normal day, without anyone else telling him, he would have let his favorite disciple Feng Jianping go out to fight to show off the power of Mount Huashan, but today he thought twice about it. Although Lin Yu had fought three games in a row, except for a few skin injuries, he
Except for that, everything else was basically intact. Moreover, he was not sure how many martial arts this person knew and how many special skills he had. He had heard and seen the power of the Qingfeng Nine Swords. Except for that, the Huashan Sword Technique
In addition to being able to match him with the "Puerless Divine Sword", it is really difficult to defeat him with other sword techniques. However, the training conditions of the Wushuang Divine Sword are extremely harsh. Nowadays, no one on Mount Hua practices it...
This time the Huashan Swordsmanship was organized by the Huashan Sword Sect, and not long ago, he even offered a reward of 500,000 taels of gold for Lin Yu's head.
Not even Dongchang's minions would have allowed him to leave Huashan alive. Now that he has achieved so much at such a young age, if he is allowed to leave, it will undoubtedly be a return to the mountain. With his martial arts, it will not take more than ten years.
, I’m afraid no one in the world can kill him.
Feng Jianping saw that his master did not answer, but fell into deep thought. He raised his voice a little more and said respectfully: "Master, master, my disciple wants to fight against Lin Yu and show off the power of Huashan. I hope you can master me."