Chapter 42: The Angry Horse in Fresh Clothes, Flaming Flowers
Qingyun Sect, martial arts performance venue.
The whole world was already crowded, and more than two thousand outer disciples surrounded the martial arts field.
Today is the second round of the mid-year assessment, and the top ten disciples will be selected and entered the outer sect.
And it is a cruel knockout match. If you lose only one game, you will lose your qualification.
All the eighty people who came out of the outer disciples were the best, and the excitement of the showdown was imaginable.
A disciple rushed over early just to occupy a relatively high position.
On the high platform, the elders of the sect and the disciples of the inner sect gathered together.
But something seems to be wrong.
Zhou Yun, an outer disciple on the main ring, has been on stage for five minutes, but his opponent still disappeared.
"What's going on? Why is Lin Yun late again?"
"What the hell is this sword slave? He is late once or twice. Have you taken the rules of the sect seriously?"
"It's not more than ten minutes. Strictly speaking, it's not too late, but doing so is a bit disrespectful."
"Hehe, do you think you are afraid of death and abstaining from power? I have heard that Zhou Yun has already spoken out, and this sword slave will be abolished today!"
"Yes, it's really possible if you say that. If it were me, it would be better to abstain from power than to be abolished."
The disciples from all directions were talking, and there were all kinds of noises.
On the high platform, an elder frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "This sword slave is really arrogant. I think he will win directly!"
The other elders had no contact when they heard this, because this elder was Zhou Yun's biological father.
"Don't worry, wait a little longer. Elder Zhou, it's better to be more tolerant of the younger generation. If ten minutes have passed and not yet arrived, it's not too late to deal with the rules."
The sect leader who was sitting in the middle smiled slightly and comforted the other party.
The incense burner outside the ring was filled with blue smoke, and the incense was about to burn out.
Da da da da da!
At this moment, a fierce sound of horse hooves sounded outside the martial arts venue, and a sharp edge swept across the air with momentum.
"Monster Beast!"
"How come monsters appear outside the martial arts field!"
Many outer disciples turned around and looked over, showing surprise on their faces.
Even the elders on the stage and the inner disciples showed some confusion.
But when they saw it clearly, they were shocked and their faces changed wildly.
It's Lin Yun!
Lin Yun rode a tall and mighty blood dragon horse full of evil spirits and rode his horse wildly.
Forced by the intimidation of the Blood Dragon Horse, before Lin Yun arrived, many outer disciples hurriedly made way.
Zhou Yun was a little stunned on the ring, and glanced at him and saw that the incense on the incense burner had burned to the roots.
A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. It seemed that this battle was about to win directly.
But at this moment, Lin Yun, who was on the Blood Dragon Horse, showed a stubborn look on his delicate face. He lifted the reins violently, and the Blood Dragon Horse roared and took advantage of the momentum of running all the way to jump up.
Wow!
Flying over the heads of countless people, the blood dragon horse leaped in the air and landed heavily on the ring.
The reins swung violently, and the blood dragon horse jumped high forelimbs, and with a loud roar, it forced the violent impact.
On the ring, horse hooves were flying.
Under the light of the morning light, the boy's long hair flew, showing his ostentatiousness. He wore a furious horse in a bright clothes and looked firm. He would never look back without seeing the prosperous flames!
He must come to this battle!
For a moment, the picture on the stage seemed to be frozen by time.
Many outer disciples were shocked by this scene and could not speak at all.
The horse's hooves fell again, Lin Yun turned over and dismounted, looked at the referee and said, "Fortunately, I caught up with the last moment and can start."
"oh oh……"
The referee responded a little dazedly and said, "Your horse?"
Lin Yun slapped the blood dragon horse's neck and said, "Xiaohong, go down."
I don’t know what it was called in the Yun family, so Lin Yun pulled one of them casually and drove the Blood Dragon Horse off the ring.
The Blood Dragon Horse was called Xiaohong and looked unhappy, but under Lin Yun's pat, he still stepped down obediently.
As soon as he got off the stage, the blood dragon horse's violent temper was undoubtedly revealed.
The disciples around him were full of bitterness and cursing.
"This beast, get away."
"Oh, don't kick me..."
He would kick anyone who scolded him. He was like a little bully, and he tried to stay away as much as possible.
The audience was lively, but the audience was not defeated at all.
When Zhou Yun saw Lin Yun who was late, he was already angry, and he didn't expect Lin Yun to jump up.
The horse in bright clothes and furious clothes completely covered his limelight.
You should know that in everyone's opinion, Lin Yun has no chance of winning. Everyone is looking at this battle. How bad will Lin Yun, who has risen with a dark horse, lose!
But who knew that Lin Yun, who thought he should be a human with his tail, made a debut in such a shocking way.
"Senior Brother Zhou, kill this sword slave and knock him back to his original form!"
Before it officially started, a roar rang out from the audience, but it was Zhou Yun's tyrant Chen Xiao.
He was so shocked by Lin Yun that he could not get up, and was deeply hurt and missed the mid-year assessment.
He hated Lin Yun so much that he was the first to scream.
After a while, with Zhou Yun's outer disciples with good relationships, they rang one after another.
In the huge martial arts venue, no one cheered Lin Yun.
He is single and weak, but Lin Yun is fearless and has clear and bright eyes.
"When the second round of the fight, whoever loses will be eliminated, please do your best to start!"
The referee glanced at the two of them, announced the start loudly, and stepped down from the ring.
The battle was watched with great attention, and the scene suddenly became quiet and everyone held their breath.
With countless gazes, Zhou Yun chuckled softly: "When you look at you going to time out, I actually feel a little regretful. Lin Yun, it's really great that you can show up!"
The last two words were bitten very hard by Zhou Yun. When these words fell, their face was so cold that it was terrifying.
"Kneel down!"
Caught off guard and there were almost no signs, Zhou Yun suddenly shouted.
It was like thunder trembling on the ground, deafening. With the appearance of the word "kneeling down", the peak momentum of the seventh level of martial arts on his body exploded wildly.
It was like a storm, storm, and it was shrouded in Lin Yun.
For a moment, a strong wind blew on the stage, making a whirring sound.
"What a strong momentum!"
"This is Zhou Yun, it turns out that he has been hiding his strength before, and he is almost completely comparable to the eighth level of martial arts disciples."
"It seems that he is going to humiliate this sword slave severely."
The screams sounded from the audience, and I was surprised that Zhou Yun's real momentum was so prosperous.
The majestic momentum instantly enveloped Lin Yun.
I suddenly felt pressure like a mountain, and my body, limbs and bones were greatly restricted.
Lin Yun's face changed slightly. Only when he truly faced Zhou Yun's momentum did he realize the terribleness of the other party.
The gap between the two realms is like a gap and cannot be overcome.
Oops……
My internal strength was actually restricted.
A hint of horror appeared in Lin Yun's eyes. Unexpectedly, his internal strength was actually restricted.
If the internal strength cannot be activated and the dragon and tiger have power, it will not be able to be used at all.
"Hold on? I see when you can last!"
When I saw Lin Yun, I looked ugly and didn't kneel down.
Zhou Yun shouted coldly and approached step by step.
As he approached step by step, the pressure on Lin Yun was superimposed.
retreat!
Lin Yun was reluctant to let it go. Every time the other party took a step, he took a difficult step.
Before the formal battle was met, Lin Yun was embarrassed by the gap in his realm.
"Sure enough... this is the difference. Even if there are some adventures, the sword slave is still the sword slave after all."
"The foundation is still a bit insufficient. Compared with senior outer disciples like Zhou Yun, the gap is too big."
"Haha, I see how he got off the stage. He was very majestic just now."
"This is called the retribution in this life, it comes quickly!"
The disciples below were not surprised at all about the battle situation on the Taiwan stage, and many of them showed sarcastic expressions.
Did you lose like this?
But I... but I haven't even sent out the Tianyuan Pill yet, and I don't even have the qualifications to walk to that person.
I have not seen the flames and flowers, I have not seen this prosperous martial arts era, and I still have the dream of ambition.
My heart is... unwilling to accept it!
Under the huge pressure, the strong unwillingness stirred Lin Yun's heart and his body was filled with passion.
When I recalled in my mind the scene of being forced into a desperate situation by the golden awesome, Lin Yun gradually smiled.
Death has never made me give up, let alone now?
Pure Yang Gong, move me!
The peak and perfect Pure Yang Gong, under Lin Yun's strong will, finally broke free from the limitations of the opponent's momentum.
Wow!
Once it flows, it will be like a river radiant, rushing endlessly.
"I still want to struggle, but I didn't agree!"
Zhou Yun, pressing step by step, keenly noticed the changes in Lin Yun's internal strength, and a mockery appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He took two quick steps, raised his hand and punched him out.
He was like a poisonous snake coming out of the cave, sinister and vicious, and he had no intention of giving Lin Yun any chance.
But when the mad dragon opens his eyes and the fierce tiger returns to the mountain, how can he stop it!
Have you ever heard the sound of the wind, have you ever seen the clouds rolling. It was the dragon coming out of the sea, it was the tiger roaring in the blue sky...
That is the wind from the dragon, the clouds from the tiger, the wind and clouds gather, and the dragon and tiger have power!
Lin Yun took a step forward, and in an instant, the storm and clouds rose, shattering the momentum that covered his body.
With one punch, a red light burned like a flame, a flash of eyes like bright light, and a sharp edge between the eyebrows.
After suppressing for a long time, he shouted wildly and vented all his reluctance and anger.
Bang!
When the two fists were touching each other, a situation that no one expected suddenly happened.
Zhou Yun, who rushed over quickly, was knocked away by a punch, and he was groaning endlessly.