This kneeling left the whole audience silent as if they were dead, and the entire auction venue was completely gone.
The ending that no one expected appeared in front of everyone, and everyone's brains had a brief blank, and they couldn't figure out what was going on.
I don’t know that the world is high, so what if I bully you!
In the silent square, only the arrogant and domineering voice of the young man echoed in everyone's ears.
The rare ferocious look on Lin Yun's face made everyone stunned and shocked. Obviously, these people did not expect that the young man with a handsome face would also have such a arrogant and fierce side.
The breeze blew, stirring the boy's long hair, making everyone have to re-examine the boy in front of him.
The face of the leader of the Tianling City family was extremely ugly at this moment. Yang Pengfei's kneeling was like a ruthless slap in the face, and he slapped everyone in the face without any warning.
Before, a leader was still shouting, teaching Lin Yun a lesson.
He fought for His Highness Youruo, let Lin Yun know what it means to be a good person.
But unexpectedly, Yang Pengfei, who was considered to have obtained a bargain but easily crushed Lin Yun, was defeated so embarrassingly. Lin Yun did not use a move, but only walked forward and took three steps and defeated Yang Pengfei.
Before this was over, Yang Pengfei slapped the last palm and had no power to resist. At the young man in green, he shouted wildly and knelt down.
The beautiful face was filled with waves, and the beautiful eyes fell on Lin Yun with a light lift.
It seemed calm and had no response to such a result, but Xiang Tianhe, who was standing next to her, trembled slightly, and he clearly felt that a terrible chill was accumulating on Qing Ruoyou's body, causing a deep inside of him to burst out for no reason.
Fear, a little shivering.
Obviously, this result was completely beyond Qing Ruoyou's expectations.
She was arrogant and arrogant, disdainful to attack Lin Yun, saying frankly, you are not worthy. With a command, she wanted the leader outside the Longyun List in Tianling City to teach Lin Yun a lesson and slashed his so-called pride.
But Yang Pengfei's kneeling was completely over.
What she said before is so harsh and mocking when she recalls it. That kneeling was not only a slap, but also a slap on the faces of many top leaders in Tianling City, but also a slap in Qingruoyou.
on the face.
Since her debut, she has always been surrounded by a halo on her body, and the Three Kings and Qiying have to be polite when they see her.
I have never suffered such grievances. I am now full of murderous intent in my heart, but due to what I said before, I cannot really attack Lin Yun.
This affliction made her feel extremely uncomfortable. Her right hand, which was as white as jade, clenched into a fist.
On the high platform, Luo Yu, who was in charge of the auction, looked at Lin Yun deeply and nodded secretly. This young man was indeed a bit extraordinary.
It's not just him, anyone can see now that Lin Yun is definitely not an ordinary master.
Is it impossible for ordinary masters to kneel down and beg for mercy?
"Done..."
"If we can't control him today, our Tianling City will be a little disappointed."
"It's so embarrassing. Yang Pengfei's sword slave was so arrogant that he was so arrogant. As a result, he was so inferior to the start of the fight."
Some discussion gradually sounded in the square. The local warriors who had always wanted to see Lin Yun joke about him in Tianling City looked quite ugly and uncomfortable.
"Lin Yun!"
At this moment, Chen Xiong, the voice of the aristocratic family, suddenly sounded, and he stared at the other person
, a cold look burst out in his eyes, and he pondered: "Your method is a bit too much. Brother Yang was defeated, so why should he humiliate the other party? Don't you take Xiaoyun Sect seriously?"
These words were also what everyone in Xiaoyun Sect wanted to say.
The disciples of Xiaoyun Sect looked at Yang Pengfei, who was kneeling on the ground, in a messy and painful state, and glared at Lin Yun one by one. Unfortunately, Yang Pengfei was defeated so ugly, so where did they have the courage to come forward and say more?
"humiliation?"
Lin Yun curled a sneer on his lips and pondered: "In your opinion, did he humiliate me Lin Yun after whispering to the sword slave? Those who insult others will always humiliate him! I don't mind the identity of my sword slave.
It doesn’t mean that I, Lin Yun, have no temper. Since he hasn’t given up, then kneel down!”
Damn it!
Chen Xiong was furious and couldn't reveal it. Yang Pengfei refused to admit defeat. It was obvious that he could not speak at all under the pressure of the other party's aura.
"Let him go!"
Chen Xiong looked down upon and said coldly.
As he finished speaking, a cold breath emanated from him, and his hair was dancing in an instant, and a terrifying pressure rose.
Lin Yun said lightly: "It's interesting, what's the matter with you if I let it go or not? It's your turn to say something!"
"Brother Chen asked you to let go, and let him go quickly. Don't quarrel. We have the final say in Tianling City. Is it your final choice?"
Qin Ziluo, a noble family, looked at Lin Yun coldly, and a momentum slowly pressed over.
"Sword Nu is indeed a sword Nu. If you get a little power, you will be so arrogant."
Jinling, the leader of the Jin family, glanced at Lin Yun and said lightly.
Several leaders from aristocratic families spoke one after another, and asked Lin Yun to let Yang Pengfei go indiscriminately. That tone was undoubtedly the same as the order, as if Lin Yun would be doomed.
I never thought that Yang Pengfei had prepared his momentum before, but planned to kill Lin Yun with one shot.
I didn't want to give Lin Yun a chance to admit defeat!
In fact, these people didn't care about this at all, they just wanted to anger Lin Yun.
In their opinion, although Lin Yun defeated Yang Pengfei, that's all. They asked themselves that Lin Yun had already used all the tricks, and as long as he did not underestimate the enemy, he could still crush the opponent.
Especially Chen Xiong, who was the strongest among the few people, was eager to try it out.
I just thought it was a god-given opportunity and gave me a chance to win a favor in front of Qing Ruoyou. I originally thought that this cheap price was picked up by Yang Pengfei for nothing, but who knew that this guy was not good at it.
Not only did he lose Tianling City's face, he also knelt in front of Lin Yun.
Since this is the case, he can only take action himself.
Chen Xiong waved his sleeves violently and said in a deep voice: "I will give you one last chance. Will you let go of this person or not? If you let go, I will at most deprive you of your cultivation for today's affairs. If you don't let go, I will let you go.
You know, there are tortures in this world that are more humble than sword slaves, so that you can be a slave forever!"
"To be honest, since I took action, I have no intention of getting him up." Lin Yun looked at the other party with a lot of fun and said coldly: "Eternal life is a slave? I'm afraid you don't have the ability."
As soon as Lin Yun finished speaking, a sharp edge shot out from his eyes, and the burial flowers in the sword box on his back kept buzzing.
The innate sword intent in his body accumulated wildly at this moment. In the blink of an eye, his skin hidden under his blue shirt exploded, and blood penetrated out. The majestic sword intent kept stirring in his body.
, gathered into a vast ocean with endless waves.
"It seems that you didn't take Chen's words seriously."
Chen Xiong grinned, and the smile was extremely lukewarm, and the chill in his eyes almost condensed into substance. The moment he finished speaking, his body flickered and rumbling. Suddenly, the cold air filled the world condensed into an ancient stone tablet, hanging above his head and carrying it.
He rushed towards Lin Yun with a cold wind like a knife.
"Cold Monument!"
Seeing the ancient stone tablet, a sensation suddenly erupted in the field, and many people recognized it. This was the Chen family's inherited martial arts Han Monument.
Only by practicing this cold stele technique to an extremely profound level can the prototype of the ancient stele be condensed.
Look at the ancient stele above Chen Xiong's head, not only has its prototype been formed, but even the inscription is vaguely visible. It has clearly reached the realm of condensing ancient steles.
"Okay! Lin Yun will definitely be defeated now! Once this monument appears, it will be invincible in the same realm. No matter how many methods you can use, the cold monument is in hand, and you will suppress them all!"
"Haha, it's not just about suppression. If this kid doesn't know anything about it, I'll probably be crushed directly by the stone tablet."
"I guess not. Chen Xiong once said that if he wants to make him a slave forever, he should only abolish his cultivation and make him abolished man. This is the greatest torture for the genius leader!"
Before, the local warriors in Tianling City, whose faces were quite ugly, had their eyes bright and their expressions were very happy.
The sound of shouting from all directions was heard in Chen Xiong's ears, which made the ecstasy look stronger and stronger.
After this battle, the Chen family's style may surpass the Xiaoyun Sect, the largest sect in Tianling City. It is really a killing of two birds with one stone. It can not only win the favor of the beautiful woman, but also greatly shock the reputation of the Chen family.
We who practice martial arts should be so happy to be revenge!
As soon as he thought of this, an extremely ferocious look appeared on his face and he slapped Lin Yun hard.
But just as he was about to get closer, a terrifying sword intent suddenly erupted from Lin Yun. That sword intent was spotless, blending with the sky, and surpassing the world.
Sharp!
The majestic sword intent permeated the sky, reaching an extremely shocking level for the world.
Xiang Tianhe was shocked and his chin was almost falling off. This was the peak and perfect innate sword intent!
Before it was over, with the blessing of the sword intent, Lin Yun suddenly burst into a huge domineering aura. That domineering aura caused a strong wind in the sky. Lin Yun's eyes were arrogant, arrogant and domineering the heavens.
Click!
Before Chen Xiong could react, the ancient stele above his head was stabbed by a sword light. Then it fell apart in an instant. As the sword intent was torn apart, cracks were immediately pulled out, and a mouthful of blood was vomited.
Go out.
An infinite fear appeared in his eyes, and he suddenly felt relieved in his heart. He immediately turned around and wanted to escape.
"Since you're here, don't leave!"
But Lin Yunzanghuanhua was sacrificed, so how could he allow him to leave? The golden light flashed and slashed with a sword.
Puchi!
The sword body was like a whip, slapped hard on Chen Xiong's head, and he immediately vomited another mouthful of blood. Although it was just a sword body, not a sword blade, it was still as vast as a mountain range.
Almost instantly, under this pressure, Chen Xiong's knees softened and he knelt beside Yang Pengfei.
He looked humiliated and tried desperately to struggle to stand up, but the light and flickering flower sword fell on his head casually, no matter how hard he tried, it was useless.
"this……"
The audience was shocked. The warriors in Tianling City who had ridiculed Lin Yun before, who would definitely be deposed, could not make any sound like a mute.
I felt my face hurt so much, and my eyes were filled with shame.