"The sect's ancestral teachings state that anyone who has reached the third level of martial arts can become an outer disciple regardless of status. But... you can't!"
The deacon in gray clothes spoke slowly, causing Lin Yun's expression to change slightly, and he muttered: "Why, am I an exception?"
"Did you improve your cultivation by yourself? No one in the sect knows that Su Ziyao has rewarded you with countless elixirs. Your cultivation is entirely based on the accumulation of elixirs. It's just an appearance. The sect wants it.
What’s the use!”
With a sneer, the old man in gray said calmly: "I won't embarrass you. You can choose any of the outer disciples in the Zongwu Hall hall. If you can survive ten moves, I will give you the status of an outer disciple. Otherwise, I will give you the status of an outer disciple."
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After a slight pause, the gray-clothed deacon shouted coldly: "It's better to go back and be your sword slave. Don't waste the sect's resources."
The sudden change caused the originally relaxed atmosphere of the Zongwu Hall to become grim.
Some people felt pity for Lin Yun. After two years of hard work, his happiness was all in vain.
Some people also think that what the gray-robed deacon said is right. The cultivation accumulated through pills does not have much potential.
But it can be said that he has survived ten moves in their hands, but it is really a bit difficult for him.
How could someone who had just entered the third level of martial arts survive ten moves in the hands of people like them who had been practicing for several years?
Lin Yun looked directly at the gray-clothed deacon, and he couldn't figure out why the other party made things so difficult for him without any grievance or hatred.
"Xiao Linzi, don't panic, Senior Brother Zhou will take care of you. Take five moves in my hand, and I will let you pass the next five moves."
A voice sounded from behind. Lin Yun looked back and saw Zhou Ping's half-smiling face in the crowd.
Suddenly, I understood a lot.
"Hey! You even wore a headscarf, what? Do you think that means you are no longer a sword slave?"
With a hint of sarcasm, Zhou Ping walked slowly over, and the other outer disciples quickly got out of the way.
Many people saw Zhou Ping coming out with a hint of surprise in their eyes. No wonder Deacon Yang made things difficult for Lin Yun.
It is certain that Lin Yun was retaliated by Zhou Ping.
As Zhou Ping, it was too easy to ask Deacon Yang to help him with this small favor.
You know, you know, but no one is willing to stand up for Lin Yun. Who would ask for trouble to help a sword slave?
"Deacon Yang, do you really mean what you just said? If I follow Senior Brother Zhou's ten moves, can I become an outer disciple?"
Ignoring Zhou Ping's ridicule, Lin Yun turned around, looked at the old man in gray and asked.
A flash of surprise flashed in the eyes of the deacon in gray, and he said solemnly: "That's natural. If you can prove that you are not a showman, why would I embarrass you?"
What he said was righteous and awe-inspiring, but the deacon in gray clothes couldn't help but sneer in his heart. Facing Zhou Ping, who was a level above him, this sword slave really overestimated his abilities.
Inside the Zongwu Hall.
Lin Yun, who originally thought he would retreat in spite of the difficulties, actually chose to take the initiative, surprising the other outer disciples.
If you think about the current situation for a moment, you will know that it was Zhou Ping's deliberate arrangement.
Just wait until Lin Yun jumps in. No normal person would make this choice and would bring humiliation to himself.
What's more, Zhou Ping's fourth level of martial arts is a whole level higher than him.
"Senior Brother Zhou, please enlighten me."
Walking to the relatively empty ground of Zongwu Hall, Lin Yun stretched out his hand and said.
"Hehe, after all, you were once my sword slave. What I just said still counts. You only need to catch my five moves."
After the words fell, Zhou Ping leaned forward, spread his arms like wings, and ran towards Lin Yun.
Whoosh!
The moment he ran, a strong storm arose and he rushed forward.
"The body is like a bow, the arms are like wings, and the power is like the wind. This is the Eagle Palm Kung Fu!"
"When the goshawk hunts, it focuses on gathering momentum. From this posture, it seems that Zhou Ping has a good grasp of it. The moment he flies into the sky, it will be amazing."
"No wonder Zhou Ping dared to ask Lin Yun to do five moves this time. He has mastered the artistic conception of the Eagle Palm Skill well, and he is not far away from achieving great success."
An expert will know if there is one as soon as he takes action.
The people present were not the servants of Xijian Pavilion, but all disciples of the outer sect, and they could see Zhou Ping's true and false character at a glance.
A strong wind blew up, blowing up Lin Yun's long hair on his forehead. Zhou Ping rushed towards him with fierce eyes and steady and heavy steps.
Compared with the exaggeration and carelessness three days ago, it is completely different.
If I hadn't come prepared at all, I would really have fallen into trouble today.
Lin Yun remained calm, recalling the charm of the tiger in the painting in his mind. The opponent was gathering momentum, and he was also gathering momentum.
"Damn it, this sword slave has lost his mind and is motionless, waiting to die?"
"Once the Eagle Palm Technique is unleashed, its power is extremely swift and fierce. Unless your body skills are outstanding and you move like a cunning rabbit, you won't be able to gain advantage by fighting head-on."
"How can a sword slave know this? When Zhou Ping takes off, it will be doomed."
"He flew!"
Then he saw Zhou Ping, who was leaning forward and running with his arms like wings, gaining momentum, and stepped hard with the sole of his foot.
Whoosh!
His body was like a sharp arrow, soaring into the air, his arms suddenly spread out like an eagle's wings, and his eyes were as sharp as a sword.
A sinister smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, Zhou Ping's face looked a bit cruel, and his ferocity was clearly revealed.
Not to mention the humiliation three days ago, this Lin Yun was Zhou Ping's great source of wealth, and nothing could be done to let him become an outer disciple.
If he leaves, where will he be able to get Su Ziyao's rewards in the future?
"Defeat me!"
With an angry shout, Zhou Ping's prepared attack reached its peak.
The five fingers of his right hand turned into claws, like an eagle hunting, and it fiercely grabbed Lin Yun's head.
"So cruel!"
The outer disciples at the scene took a breath of air-conditioning. It seemed that Zhou Ping had no intention of leaving an escape route for Lin Yun.
If you take it straight to the top of your head, even these immortals will be severely injured.
Five moves?
He never thought about giving Lin Yun five moves, just to severely damage and humiliate his opponent with one move.
Whoosh!
Before the eagle's claws arrived, the strong wind had already blown Lin Yun so hard that he could hardly open his eyes and his long hair was flying wildly.
Step back with your right foot and bend your body.
In the eyes of everyone, Lin Yun made a slightly stupid move, which surprised everyone.
Is this the time to retreat? Is it possible to retreat temporarily?
not good!
Deacon Yang, who had been careless all this time, suddenly twitched his right eyelid and his face changed wildly.
But it's already too late, don't wait for him
To stop it, Lin Yun had already taken action.
There is a tiger in my heart, and I smell the rose carefully!
Tiger fist, tiger roaring in the forest!
Lin Yun stepped back with his right foot and bent over. Instead of retreating, he advanced forward. With his fingers clenched, he punched out.
In an instant, it seemed as if there was a painting unfolding behind it.
The bones in the body exploded, like a tiger roaring, roaring again and again. When a punch was blasted, an explosion-like sound was heard in the air, the air flow was turbulent, and strong winds were blowing in all directions.
Give me this punch. You shouldn't stop me from becoming an outer disciple and use tricks behind my back!
"Dacheng Tiger Fist!"
The sharp-eyed outer disciples immediately saw that Lin Yun had mastered the Tiger Fist!
Bang!
After the fists and palms were exchanged, Zhou Ping's eagle palm skills were still some distance away from reaching perfection. Lin Yun was knocked away with a punch.
The palm of his hand exploded, and it felt like his entire arm was useless, and his body flew backwards.
There was a look of horror in his eyes, how could this be possible, three days ago it was Xiaocheng's Tiger Fist.
Why did the breakthrough occur after three days?
Although Tiger Fist is a basic boxing technique, it cannot be practiced casually to achieve great success.
The most terrible thing was that he wanted to defeat Lin Yun with one blow, but he couldn't change his position in the air at this moment.
Lin Yun looked indifferent, ran for two steps, and then jumped like a tiger.
His leap into the air was not as high or as fast as that of Zhou Ping's goshawk, but it fully displayed the fierceness and depth of the tiger.
The tiger comes down the mountain!
Zhou Ping, who was in the air with his right arm weak and unable to move, could only watch as Lin Yun punched him in the chest with an even more ferocious punch.
Click!
Several internal bones in his chest were broken, Zhou Ping looked painful, and he couldn't cry anymore after he reached the end.
The second punch was for the original owner Lin Yun. You should not bully the weak and bully the other party for two whole years!
Hold your fist and stand still.
After landing, Lin Yun moved his five fingers to calm down the surging internal energy in his body.
Zhou Ping, who was originally thought to be able to severely injure Lin Yun with one move, was defeated by Lin Yun with two moves, and his energy was sharp.
An ending that no one expected left the outer disciples in the hall of Zongwu Hall stunned.
Phew, the wind is blowing!
Deacon Yang dodged and landed next to Zhou Ping, checking his injuries.
His face instantly darkened, and he looked at Lin Yun and said angrily: "You sword slave, you are so courageous, and you are so cruel. Lin Yun, you seriously injured a fellow sect member, and you are unkind and unjust. I will expel you now."
Qingyun Sect!"
Lin Yun was slightly stunned, but not surprised at all. He said calmly: "The Tiger Fist is inherently inferior to the Eagle Palm. If I don't use my full strength, his first claw may scratch my Tianling Gai."
"How dare you talk back to me!"
Deacon Yang was furious and Zhou Ping was seriously injured. How could he explain to his father?
This little sword slave has such a tough mouth, he really doesn't know how to live or die.
The atmosphere in the hall of the Zongwu Hall suddenly changed, making people feel more stressed. The deacon in gray was really angry!
"stop."
Just when the gray-robed deacon was about to teach Lin Yun a lesson, a hoarse voice came from upstairs.
