The exchanges between holy places, whether it is discussing the doctrine or arguing, whether it is fighting, killing, or making sharp remarks, are more or less serious and serious scenes.
But never before has such a funny scene appeared before me.
More than a dozen grown men crowded together, twisted and jumped, and actually danced gracefully with the blessing of a horse racing song.
Those who look at it will burst into laughter.
Especially Nie Wushuang!
He was resisting the mood of the horse race, his expression was obviously smiling, but he was trying hard to hold it back, and his whole face turned red from suppressing it.
His originally handsome facial features looked as ridiculous as a clown.
Thinking about his previous arrogance, everyone in Tiandao Sect just felt happy and hearty.
So what about Mr. Wushuang? In front of our Zong Ye Qingtian, he is just a joke after all!
This scene alone was enough to make Shinto Pavilion unable to lift its head for most of half a year.
Who is the boss in Donghuang?
After all, it is our Tiandao Sect that has the final say!
"Ye Qinghong, Bai Yizhou and others are unreliable. To promote our clan's prestige, we still have to rely on senior brother Ye Qingtian."
Someone sighed with emotion, which immediately made people think deeply, and directly spoke to everyone's hearts.
The faces of Ye Qinghong and others changed, and their expressions were extremely gloomy.
Whoosh!
The horse racing song was finally played, and everyone in the Shinto Pavilion was still dancing as usual. When they woke up, their faces were all red and ashamed.
They all lowered their heads and said nothing, wishing they could find a crack in the ground to crawl in. It was so shameful!
Nie Wushuang's cheek twitched, and he looked at Bai Shuying involuntarily, very worried about his image in Bai Shuying.
But it was okay not to look at it. When he saw it, he was so angry that he almost ran away. Bai Shuying's eyes were fixed on Lin Yun.
"Yin Yu, I think you win, but Ye Qingtian, do you dare to compete with me in sword competition?"
An evil fire arose in Nie Wushuang's heart, with nowhere to vent it, and his expression became a little distorted when he looked at Lin Yun.
He is no longer as elegant and suave as before, and the calmness of a young master from aristocratic families has long since disappeared.
"Um?"
Lin Yun put Xi Qin away and planned to end it there, but after hearing this, he couldn't help but look at the other party strangely.
"What, are you scared?"
Nie Wushuang said calmly: "Are the rumors wrong? Aren't you the newly rising swordsman wizard of Tiandao Sect?"
Everyone suddenly realized that Mr. Wushuang was still determined to give up.
His strongest music was defeated by Lin Yun, so he wanted to use the opponent's strongest method to defeat him in the same way.
"Nie also knows a little bit about swordsmanship. Ye Qingtian, can you give me a lesson?"
As Nie Wushuang spoke, a powerful sword intent burst out from his body. It was Dacheng's Divine Sky Sword Intent.
Boom!
This sword intention also contains the powerful power of wind, and he also masters the sixth level of violent wind will.
The expressions of everyone in the Tiandao Sect changed slightly. Nie Wushuang really had some tricks. At least his martial arts will alone was enough to bluff people.
"I advise you to forget it."
Lin Yun said calmly, he really didn't want to bully others.
"Afraid?"
Nie Wushuang narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
"If it's about music, you can still compete with me. If it's about swordsmanship..."
Lin Yun paused, and then said rudely: "You are not even worthy of carrying my shoes."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Yun raised his sword intent to half a step into the galaxy and flicked it with just a flick of his finger.
Bang!
A dazzling sword light burst out from his fingertips, and the Galaxy Sword Intent immediately rushed out in half a step.
The seemingly intimidating force of the sword fell apart in an instant under the sheer power of the sword.
Phew!
Nie Wushuang spat out a mouthful of blood, covered his chest and took several steps back.
"What else do you want to compare with?"
Lin Yun stood up and looked at the other party. The smile on his face faded. He looked sternly and said lightly: "Comparing body skills? Comparing fists and feet? Comparing holy body? Or... Comparing family background?"
Nie Wushuang's face turned green and red, and for some reason, under Lin Yun's intense gaze, he actually felt a strong sense of timidity.
It was a boldness that he had never seen before, and he was so proud that he had to look up when he looked at each other for a moment.
"Go back, don't be embarrassed."
Lin Yun said with waning interest: "The prince is just born in a good family, but when the golden age comes, the most valuable thing is family background."
"If you continue to behave like this, not to mention that you will not have a foothold in the Eastern Wasteland, you will be surpassed by countless juniors sooner or later in the family."
Nie Wushuang's expression changed, and he felt inexplicably panicked.
The other party's words were like a dagger thrust into his heart. The Kagura family was flourishing and divided into countless families.
He said he was the crown prince, but if the situation like what Lin Yun said happened, he would be deposed in minutes.
Nie Wushuang was speechless. He looked at Lin Yun again, took a deep breath and said, "I have learned a lesson."
After saying that, he left without looking back. The other Shinto Pavilion disciples had no shame in staying any longer.
They all covered their faces with their sleeves and hurriedly followed Nie Wushuang.
What was supposed to be a lengthy exchange in the Holy Land ended in such a hurry, in a way that no one expected.
Nie Wushuang had already planned in many ways to make a name for himself here and then establish himself completely in the Eastern Wasteland.
It's a pity that Lin Yun's appearance broke all this.
"snort!"
Bai Yizhou, Ye Qinghong, Zhang Kui, and Xiao Jamyan each stood up and walked away. Before leaving, they all gave Lin Yun a cold look.
With Lin Yun showing off his sharp edge, the four of them naturally felt the most uncomfortable, especially Ye Qinghong, who had a deep grudge against him.
"Senior Brother Ye, stay."
Lin Yun suddenly called out to Ye Qinghong.
The four people turned around at the same time and looked at Lin Yun with a hint of curiosity. What does this guy want to do?
Ye Qinghong sneered and said sarcastically: "Junior brother Ye made a big splash today and slapped Mr. Wushuang in the face. Could it be that he also wants to slap me in the face too."
He was not afraid, and even had a hint of provocation, hoping that Lin Yun would take action against him.
Ye Qinghong has cultivated the Seven-Yuan Nirvana and practiced the inherited technique Daoyang Sword Jue. He is confident that crushing the opponent to death is as easy as crushing an ant.
Lin Yun went straight to the point and said directly: "You gave me a slap a month ago, and today, I want to give it back to you."
hiss!
There was silence in all directions, and everyone took a breath.
Lin Yun's cultivation level, at the moment when he waved his finger, everyone had already felt that it was the Three-Yuan Nirvana.
Being able to go from first entering nirvana to three-dimensional nirvana in a short period of time must be related to the legendary holy source.
But even so, wanting to fight against Ye Qinghong, who has attained Seven-Yuan Nirvana, is nothing short of a fantasy.
Ye Qinghong's face darkened, and he said coldly: "You really feel like you're slapping me in the face. Compared with swordsmanship, you have only a small chance of winning, but with palm power? Hehe, come on, don't blame me for attacking you too hard. I'll destroy you."
That’s fine.”
He grinned, not only not angry, but also looking forward to it.
"Is it funny?"
Ye Qinghong's eyes suddenly blurred, Lin Yun's figure became blurry, and then his voice suddenly appeared in his ears.
He was shocked, the energy of Nirvana instantly filled his body, and the Daoyang Sword Technique was running wildly.
Clang Clang Clang!
As the Yang Sword Technique moved around, his body became extremely hot, and at the same time, the sound of sword chants could be heard endlessly.
His body is like a sharp sword standing in the sun, its edge is exposed and dazzling.
Ye Qinghong could be considered quite remarkable for being able to react like this in just a moment.
But in the end, he was still a step too late. He didn't have time to exert his full strength, so he hurriedly raised his hand to greet him.
However, he didn't pay too much attention to it. Only half of the strength of Sanyuan Nirvana was enough to suppress it.
Phew!
The two palms collided, and a ball of blood exploded on the spot, and Ye Qinghong let out a heart-rending scream.
Everyone saw an extremely bloody scene. Ye Qinghong's right hand was directly blown open, and blood surged from his shoulder.
"I kill you!"
Ye Qinghong fell directly into a state of madness, and slapped Lin Yun fiercely with his other hand, his eyes were red.
Lin Yun had expected it, he came first, and stamped his hand.
When the palm light falls on the opponent's chest, the three Yuan Dan in Zifu rotate, and the 60,000 nirvana energy moves accordingly, like the activation of three stars.
The terrifying aura of Nirvana filled the whole body, and the terrifying pressure was so powerful that it was almost as powerful as the opponent's Seven-Yuan Nirvana.
Bang!
Ye Qinghong's body disappeared from everyone's sight. When he reappeared, he had fallen limply to the ground a thousand meters away.
Like a dead dog, he didn't even snort and just passed out.
"Ye Qinghong!"
Jamel Xiao, Bai Yizhou, and Zhang Kui were shocked. All this happened so fast and they were completely unexpected.
After several people woke up, they were furious. Qingtian was too bold this night.
"Ye Qingtian, you are so ruthless!"
The three people's faces were gloomy, and their murderous intentions aroused in anger. They each shot at Lin Yun at the same time.
Whoosh!
They are very fast, and they do not show any contempt, and they strike very hard.
Several people knew very well that they could not suppress the other party today, and Tiandao Sect might not have a place for the three of them.
Lin Yun did not dodge. Once he dodged, his escape route would be immediately blocked by the three men.
But the three of them didn't succeed. A pair of golden holy wings suddenly unfolded, and then came together to wrap Lin Yun inside.
Bang!
Three rays of palm light bombarded it, as if they were bombarding a giant cauldron. The giant cauldron remained motionless and made a muffled sound of metal.
"Golden Crow Holy Wings!"
A strange look flashed in the eyes of several people. It was no secret that the other party exchanged the Sun Chasing Technique in the Hall of Merit.
But the three of them did not expect that in a short period of time, Lin Yun would practice the Sun Chasing Art to a terrifying level.
This pair of Golden Crow Holy Wings is almost as good as the Xingyao Holy Artifact.
Lin Yun's two major sword arts, Shenxiao, Dragon and Phoenix, activated at the same time, and his wings spread out violently.
Bang!
The three of them were immediately blown away, and each of them spun around in the air a few times before they regained their footing.
brush!
Lin Yun spread his wings and stood in the air, his golden holy wings bathed in a faint holy light, and his face was as oppressive as a god.
Xiao Jingyan, Bai Yizhou, and Zhang Kui's expressions became completely solemn. They each activated their skills, and strange phenomena continued to bloom around them.
It's a long story, but Nie Wushuang's retreat only takes a few words.
In mid-air, Lin Yun was carrying the pressure of three people by himself, calmly and unhurriedly, with a sharp look on his brow.
In everyone's eyes, he looked like he was eager to give it a try, wanting to fight one against three.
"This guy..."
Chen Zhong beside Wang Ziyue felt his mouth was dry, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He could no longer say many words. What kind of monster is this guy?
Didn’t he say he was beaten to death by Tianxuan Sword Master?
Not only was everything okay, but he had become stronger. Is this the same Ye Qingtian who broke into Feiyun Mountain with him?
Is it really just because of the Holy Source?
Not only him, but at this moment, a series of question marks rose in the minds of everyone in Tiandao Sect.
"It's over or not, are we really going to fight in this Wuchen Palace?"
Bai Shuying took a look and shouted coldly.
When Bai Yizhou and Jamel Xiao heard this, they took a good rest and did not restrain their auras. They just looked at Lin Yun with gloating.
They naturally felt that Bai Shuying was scolding the other party, after all, the other party almost destroyed Ye Qinghong on the spot.
It was originally a sinful voice, but now it is adding sin to sin.
Bang!
But when several people were thinking about how Lin Yun should be convicted, a palm light roared over and knocked down the three people in mid-air.
This palm light is extremely terrifying, and the power contained in it is far beyond what the three of them can resist.
Phew!
The aura of nirvana in the three people's bodies was immediately dispersed. After landing on the ground, each spit out a mouthful of blood. They all looked at Bai Shuying in confusion.
"What about you? Where are you looking?" Bai Shuying said coldly.
"ah?"
The three of them opened their mouths and looked extremely shocked. They couldn't figure out what was going on. They shouldn't have taught Ye Qingtian a lesson. Why did they attack them instead? This didn't make sense.
"roll!"
Seeing what the three of them wanted to say, Bai Shuying said directly with a cold face.
Bai Yizhou's expression changed. Being scolded by the saint like this, he felt extremely aggrieved at the loss of face.
After getting up one by one, they didn't dare to stay for long, for fear of being scolded again, so they quickly left in despair.
"You! Come with me."
Bai Shuying glanced at Lin Yun, said rudely, turned around and left.