Lin Yun hesitated, but Su Ziyao didn't care at all. She turned around and left with the sword in hand.
The male disciple with handsome appearance and extraordinary temperament glared at Lin Yun and quickly turned around and chased after him.
"Damn, that guy Lin Yun is so lucky. He received another reward from Senior Sister Su. There are probably at least three health-preserving pills in the jade bottle. It's so cool!"
"In the past two years or so, Senior Sister Su has given countless pills to this guy. If it were me, I would have already broken through to the third level of martial arts. Giving it to this guy would be a complete waste."
"Haha, so there is no need to envy some things. This kid has received so many rewards, but he has not been able to break through to the third level of martial arts. He will probably vomit blood from depression."
"Yes, once you are a slave, you will always be a slave. This life is also the life of a sword slave."
The handymen working in front of the sword washing room saw this scene and started to sneer with envy.
They are handymen and can stay in Qingyun Sect for two years. If they cannot break through to the third level of martial arts during this period, they will have to pack up and leave Qingyun. If they want to stay, they will be like Lin Yun and sell themselves into slavery.
But there are very few people in the world who are as persistent as Lin Yun.
Not everyone is willing to give up their freedom, be willing to be a slave, and gamble their future.
Therefore, these handymen have always believed that they are superior to Lin Yun and have a strong sense of superiority. There is always sarcasm in their words.
As a man of two generations, Lin Yun looked at these things more openly and didn't care too much. He just looked at the jade bottle at his feet, thoughtfully.
"You guy, have you changed your temper today? You don't want the reward that Senior Sister Su gave you. You don't want it, I want it."
The thin man standing next to Lin Yun smiled, then bent down to pick up the medicine bottle.
Just when he was about to pick up the medicine bottle, a foot kicked his wrist with a sound of wind. Then the foot kicked down and hit the jade bottle.
Whoosh!
The jade bottle was bounced high, Lin Yun put down his foot, stretched out his hand and grabbed it in his hand.
The whole set of | movements is smooth and flowing, without any pause.
The thin man almost fell down. After he got up, he became furious. He pointed at Lin Yundun and said, "You little bastard, you dare to play tricks on me. Are you tired of living?"
This person's name is Zhou Ping, and he is an outer sect disciple with the strength of the fourth level of martial arts. His qualifications are not high, but his father is an elder of the outer sect, so he was assigned here to take charge of the sword washing room.
Although the Sword Washing Room is a Qingshui Yamen, it is not as good as the places in the Alchemy Pharmacy, Zongwu Hall, and Lingbao Hall. It is better because there is no competition, and all the benefits can be monopolized.
On weekdays, this guy bullied Lin Yun a lot, and most of the rewards given to him by Su Ziyao would often be taken away by him.
"Forget it, if I don't have the same knowledge as a sword slave like you, I will lose my respect as a young master. The old rule is that there is something in the jade bottle
Take two of the three health-preserving pills, and I will let you go today."
Zhou Ping put down his hands, dusted himself off, and said calmly.
Because it was a pill gifted by Su Ziyao, this guy didn't dare to go too far and snatched them all. But it was necessary to take away more than half.
In the past, Lin Yun was dissatisfied, but forced by the situation, he would compromise.
But now and then, Lin Yun is no longer the original Lin Yun, and has broken through to the third level of martial arts, so he is not afraid of this person at all.
Glancing at the jade bottle in his palm, Lin Yun had a complicated look in his eyes, put it in his arms, turned around and walked towards the sword washing room.
"Stop!"
Seeing Lin Yun turn around and leave, ignoring him, Zhou Ping was really angry.
If this guy dares not to give himself face in front of so many handymen, then how will he convince the crowd in the future? But Lin Yun still did not stop and walked towards the sword washing room.
"court death!"
Zhou Ping rose into the air, arms spread out, like an angry goshawk. He swooped towards Lin Yun, the bones in his body rumbled, causing the airflow to scurry around, turning into a roaring wind.
The blood flowing in the body made a thumping sound, like a low thunder, and the aura in the body increased out of thin air.
Internal Qi is generated in the blood, and when the heart moves, the Qi and blood are like thunder, which is the symbol of the fourth level of martial arts.
It is like a goshawk flying, and the technique used is also the eagle palm technique, which is much more advanced than the tiger fist. After practicing to a higher level, you can turn your palms into claws, and can tear a tiger in half alive.
"Haha, this kid is going to be in bad luck. I don't know what medicine he took wrong today. How dare he offend Senior Brother Zhou."
"Senior Brother Zhou is at the fourth level of martial arts. The power of one palm can reach a thousand catties. He has even mastered the Eagle Palm Skill to a small degree. If this palm is used, Lin Yun will have to lie down for at least half a month."
"I guess my bad temper came back again. It happened once last year and I was taught a lesson. After three months of lying down, I immediately became better behaved."
A group of handymen, seeing that there was a lot of fun to be seen, put down their work and looked over with a little pleasure and expectancy.
Lin Yun immediately felt the sound of the wind, and the idea of Tiger Fist immediately appeared in his mind. He turned around and punched away.
Faintly, a tiger seemed to appear behind Lin Yun, roaring angrily.
Turn around and punch, the movements are smooth and without any hindrance.
But when Lin Yun saw Zhou Ping with his own eyes, he rushed towards him with a strong momentum. He was looking down at him like an eagle, his eyes sharp and scary.
Lin Yun, who was originally preparing to blast his bones to increase his momentum, was stunned. When the bone blasting failed, his momentum was half weakened on the spot, and he failed to activate the power of the Tiger Fist.
boom!
The fists and palms collided, making a loud bang. Lin Yun took three steps back, the blood and energy in his body surged, and he finally managed to
its suppression.
"What's going on? This palm was actually blocked by Lin Yun."
Many of the servants were surprised. The expected scene of Lin Yun being crippled by a palm did not appear, and he only took three steps back.
A flash of surprise flashed in Zhou Ping's eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "You kid, no wonder you dare to be so confident. It turns out that you have become more diligent recently."
Lin Yun secretly analyzed in his heart that he had a chance to fully receive the palm just now.
It's just that he has just entered the third level of martial arts, has not yet formally cultivated his inner strength, and has no combat experience. When facing the enemy in battle, he has some stage fright.
Although he took three steps back, Lin Yun's confidence was boosted by the contact with this move.
This Zhou Ping is nothing more than that, so there is no need to be too afraid.
"However, if you think that you can walk sideways in front of me with this little ability, you are a little too naive."
Zhou Ping roared angrily and charged towards Lin Yun again. He spread out his arms like an eagle spreading its wings, whipping up countless violent winds.
His momentum was like a rainbow, pressing forward step by step, forcing Lin Yun to retreat step by step.
Although Lin Yun was retreating, he was retreating in an orderly and orderly manner without any chaos. The exchange of moves made him feel that Zhou Ping was nothing more than this.
Even among moves, there are many flaws. The more a person is exposed, the more flaws there will be. This is probably the truth.
The situation was beyond Zhou Ping's expectation. Except for the first few slaps, Lin Yun was unable to parry. The further the blows went on, the more calm Lin Yun became. Not only could he completely parry, but he could also launch some counterattacks.
What's going on? How come Lin Yun's strength has become so much stronger all of a sudden? It feels like he's training against me. If it doesn't work, I have to fight quickly.
Zhou Ping was secretly shocked and became a little anxious. If he still couldn't defeat Lin Yun, he wouldn't be able to survive in the sword washing room in the future.
"good chance!"
Realizing that Zhou Ping was distracted for a moment, Lin Yun's eyes narrowed, and a bone-exploding sound suddenly sounded from his body, like a roar in the mountains.
Immediately afterwards, the bones exploded non-stop, hundreds of sounds were heard in succession, and the Tiger Roaring Mountain Forest killing move was unleashed.
"Blast with a hundred bangs, this guy has broken through!"
Zhou Ping was shocked. He didn't expect that the sword slave, whom he had always looked down upon, would actually enter the third level of martial arts. He was stunned for a moment.
Lin Yun didn't care. He punched out with a punch that cracked the bones and made hundreds of noises. It was like a tiger's roar, shaking the mountains and forests!
This punch was as powerful as breaking a bamboo, and while Zhou Ping was stunned, it struck him on the chest like a tiger.
With a loud bang, Zhou Ping flew through the air and fell to the ground. Several ribs on his chest were broken and he was in great pain.
A group of handymen were stunned and completely stunned.
"The third level of martial arts, Lin Yun has reached the third level of martial arts!"
