This kneeling caused a deathly silence in the entire auction venue, and the entire auction venue was completely silent.
The ending that no one expected appeared in front of everyone, and everyone's brains went blank briefly, and some couldn't figure out what was going on.
I don’t know how high the sky is, 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 look stunned and shocked. Obviously, these people did not expect that the seemingly handsome young man also had such an arrogant and fierce side.
The breeze blew by, stirring the young man's long hair, making everyone have to re-examine the young man in front of them.
The face of the leader of the Tianling City family was extremely ugly at this moment. Yang Pengfei's kneeling was like a merciless slap, hitting everyone's face without warning.
Before, a kind of leader was clamoring to teach Lin Yun a lesson.
Fighting for His Highness You Ruo, let Lin Yun know what it means to be a good person, and teach him to be a good person.
But he never expected that Yang Pengfei, who was thought to have taken advantage of him, could easily crush Lin Yun. He was defeated so embarrassingly. Lin Yun didn't even make a move, and only took three steps forward to defeat Yang Pengfei.
It wasn't over yet, when the last palm was slapped, Yang Pengfei was unable to resist. The young man in Tsing Yi knelt down with a loud shout.
Qing Ruoyou's beautiful face was filled with waves, and her beautiful eyes gently fell on Lin Yun.
It seemed that everything was calm and there was no reaction to such a result, but Xiang Tianhe, who was standing next to her, was trembling slightly. He clearly felt that there was a terrible chill building up in Qing Ruoyou, which caused an unreasonable surge in his heart.
Fear, some trembling.
Obviously, this result was completely beyond Qing Ruoyou's expectations.
She was aloof and arrogant, and did not bother to take action against Lin Yun. She said bluntly, you are not worthy. She gave an order and wanted the leader outside Tianling City's Longyun Ranking to teach Lin Yun a lesson and crush his so-called pride.
But when Yang Pengfei knelt down, it was all over.
What she said before, now in retrospect, is so harsh and full of ridicule. That kneeling was not only a slap in the face, but also a slap on the faces of many leaders in Tianling City. It also slapped Qing Ruoyou firmly.
on the face.
Since her debut, she has always been shrouded in aura, and all three kings and seven heroes have to be polite when they see her.
I have never been so wronged before, and now I have a murderous intention in my heart. However, due to what I said before, I can't really take action against Lin Yun.
This kind of frustration made her extremely uncomfortable, and her right hand, as white as jade, was clenched into a fist.
On the high platform, Luo Yu, who was presiding over the auction, looked deeply at Lin Yun and nodded secretly. This young man was indeed a bit unusual.
Not just him, everyone can see now that Lin Yun is by no means an ordinary leader.
With three steps and one palm, Yang Pengfei could kneel down and beg for mercy. Is this something that ordinary leaders can do?
"It's finished..."
"If we can't control him today, our Tianling City will be in great disgrace."
"It's so embarrassing. This Yang Pengfei is so arrogant with his swordsmanship, but in the end, he is so incompetent in his actions."
There was gradually some discussion in the square. The local warriors in Tianling City who had always wanted to see Lin Yun's joke had ugly faces and felt extremely uncomfortable.
"Lin Yun!"
At this moment, the voice of Chen Xiong from the aristocratic family suddenly sounded, and he was seen staring at each other
, a cold look burst out from his eyes, and he muttered: "Your method is a bit too much. If Brother Yang loses, he will lose. Why humiliate the other party? Don't you take Xiaoyun Sect seriously?"
These words are also what everyone in Xiaoyun Sect wants to say.
The Xiaoyun Sect disciples looked at Yang Pengfei who was kneeling on the ground, embarrassed and in pain, and glared at Lin Yun one by one. Unfortunately, Yang Pengfei was defeated so uglyly, how could they have the courage to go forward and say anything.
"humiliation?"
Lin Yun raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth and said in deep thought: "In your opinion, didn't he humiliate me, Lin Yun, when he spoke of being a sword slave before? Those who humiliate others will always be humiliated! I don't mind my status as a sword slave,
But it doesn’t mean that I, Lin Yun, have no temper. Since he hasn’t given up, then just kneel down!”
Damn it!
Chen Xiong was immediately furious. Yang Pengfei refused to admit defeat. He was clearly oppressed by the opponent's momentum and could not speak at all.
"Let him go!"
Chen Xiong said coldly with a stern look.
As soon as he finished speaking, a cold aura spread out from his body, his long hair danced wildly, and a terrifying pressure rose up.
Lin Yun said calmly: "Interesting, what does it have to do with you whether I let it go or not? It's your turn to make irresponsible remarks!"
"Brother Chen, if you ask you to release him, release him immediately. Don't be so hesitant. We don't have the final say in Tianling City, so it's you who has the final say."
Qin Ziluo of the aristocratic family looked at Lin Yun coldly, and slowly gained momentum.
"The Sword Slave is indeed a Sword Slave. Once he gains some power, he becomes so rampant."
Jin Ling, the leader of the Jin family, glanced at Lin Yun and said calmly.
Several leaders of the aristocratic families spoke one after another, indiscriminately asking Lin Yun to let Yang Pengfei go. Their tone was completely consistent with the order, as if Lin Yun would be doomed if he did not obey.
He never thought that Yang Pengfei was ready to attack 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 matter at all, they just wanted to anger Lin Yun.
In their opinion, although Lin Yun defeated Yang Pengfei, that was all. They asked themselves that Lin Yun had already used all his methods. As long as he did not underestimate the enemy, he could still crush the opponent.
Especially Chen Xiong, who is the strongest among them and is eager to try.
I just thought it was a God-given opportunity, giving someone a chance to win favor in front of Qing Ruoyou. I originally thought that Yang Pengfei had picked up this advantage in vain, but who knew that this guy would not live up to his expectations.
Not only did he lose face to Tianling City, he knelt in front of Lin Yun.
In this case, he can only take action himself.
Chen Xiong waved his long sleeve fiercely and said in a deep voice: "I will give you one last chance. Do you want to let this person go or not? If you let him go, I will at most destroy your cultivation. If you don't let him go, I will let him go."
You know, there are more despicable tortures in this world than being a sword slave, making you a slave forever!"
"To tell you the truth, since I have taken action, I have no intention of letting him get up." Lin Yun looked at the other party with amusement and said coldly: "Slave forever? I'm afraid you don't have the ability."
After the words fell, Lin Yun's eyes shot out with sharp edges, and the funeral flowers in the sword box on his back kept humming.
The innate sword intent in his body was building up crazily at this moment. In the blink of an eye, his skin hidden under his green shirt exploded, and blood seeped out. The majestic sword intent was constantly surging 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, his smile was so penetrating that the coldness in his eyes almost solidified. The moment he finished speaking, his figure flashed and rumbled, and the cold air that filled the sky and earth condensed into an ancient stone tablet, hanging above his head.
With the cold wind like a knife, he killed Lin Yun.
"Cold Tablet Technique!"
Seeing the ancient stone tablet, there was a sudden commotion in the venue, and many people recognized it. It was the Chen family's inherited skill, Cold Tablet Technique.
Only by cultivating this cold stele technique to an extremely advanced level can the prototype of the ancient stele be condensed.
Look at the ancient stele above Chen Xiong's head. Not only has it taken shape, but even the inscriptions are vaguely visible. It is clear that it has already reached the stage of condensing the ancient stele.
"Okay! Now Lin Yun will definitely be defeated! Once this monument comes out, it will be invincible in the same realm. No matter how you use it, Han Monument is in hand and you can suppress them all!"
"Haha, it's not just as simple as suppressing him. If this kid doesn't understand, I will probably be crushed directly by the stone monument."
"Probably not. Chen Xiong said that he would be a slave forever. It would only destroy his cultivation and make him a useless person. This is the greatest torture for a genius!"
The local warriors in Tianling City who had looked rather ugly before had their eyes light up and looked extremely happy.
Hearing the soft shouts from all directions in Chen Xiong's ears, the look of ecstasy in his eyes became even more intense.
After this battle, maybe the Chen family's elegance will surpass that of the largest sect in Tianling City, the Xiaoyun Sect. It really kills two birds with one stone. It can not only win Qing Ruoyou's favor, but also greatly enhance the reputation of the Chen family.
We, the martial arts practitioners, should be so happy with our grudges!
When he thought of this, an extremely ferocious look appeared on his face, and he fiercely attacked Lin Yun.
But just when he was about to get close, a terrifying sword intent suddenly burst out from Lin Yun. That sword intent was spotless, blended with the sky, and towered over the world.
Sonorous!
The majestic sword intent permeated the sky, reaching a level that shocked the world.
Xiang Tianhe was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped. This was the peak and perfect innate sword intention!
Before it was over, under the blessing of the waiting sword intent, Lin Yun suddenly burst out with overwhelming domineering power. That domineering power caused the sky to be filled with violent winds, and Lin Yun's gaze was stern, arrogant in all directions, surpassing all the heavens.
Click!
Before Chen Xiong had time to react, the ancient stele above his head was stabbed by a sword light. Then it fell apart in an instant. Under the tearing force of the sword, his internal organs were immediately torn out with cracks, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.
Got out.
There was a look of infinite fear in his eyes, and he suddenly wanted to retreat, and he immediately turned around and wanted to run away.
"Now that you're here, it's better not to leave!"
But Lin Yun had sacrificed all the funeral flowers, so how could he be allowed to leave? The golden light flashed and he struck down with a sword.
Phew!
The blade of the sword was like a whip, hitting Chen Xiong's head hard, and he immediately spat out another mouthful of blood. Although it was just the blade of the sword, not the blade, it was still as powerful as a mountain range.
Almost instantly, under the pressure, Chen Xiong's knees softened and he knelt beside Yang Pengfei.
With a look of humiliation on his face, he tried desperately to stand up, but the light flower burial sword just fell on his head casually. No matter how hard he tried, it was to no avail.
"this……"
The entire audience was shocked. The warrior from Tianling City who had previously laughed at Lin Yun and said he would definitely be destroyed became as dumb as a soundless man.
I just felt that my face was extremely painful, and my eyes were full of shame.
