Supreme For Life

Chapter 2 The third level of martial arts!

Lin Yun hesitated, but Su Ziyao didn't care at all. She turned around and left with the sword in hand.

The handsome male disciple with extraordinary temperament glared at Lin Yun and quickly turned around to chase 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 pills in the jade bottle. It's so cool!

In the past two years or so, Senior Sister Su has given this guy countless pills. 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 boy has received so many rewards, but he has not been able to break through to the third level of martial arts. He is probably vomiting 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. He had to pack up and leave Qingyun. If he wanted to stay, he would be like Lin Yun and sold himself 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 cynicism in speech.

As a man of two generations, Lin Yun looked at these things more openly and didn't care too much. Just looking 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 that foot kicked down and hit the jade bottle.

Whoosh!

The jade bottle bounced high, Lin Yun put down his foot, stretched out his hand and grabbed it in his hand.

The whole set of movements was smooth and flowing, without any pause.

The thin man almost fell down. After he got up, he became furious. He pointed at Lin Yun and said, You little bastard, you dare to play tricks on me. Are you tired of living?

This person's name is Zhou Ping, he is an outer disciple, and he has 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 to be in charge of the sword washing room.

Although the Sword Washing Room is a Qingshui Yamen, it is not as good as the places inside the Alchemy Pharmacy, Zongwu Hall, and Lingbao Hall. The win is that there is no competition, and all the benefits can be monopolized.

On weekdays, this guy bullies Lin Yun a lot, and most of the rewards given to him by Su Ziyao are often taken away by this person.

Forget it, if I don't have the same knowledge as you, a sword slave, I will lose my respect as a young master. As per the old rules, there are three health pills in the jade bottle. Bring two over here. 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 take it all. But it is necessary to get more than half of it.

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, and is not afraid of this person at all.

After 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, how will he serve the crowd in the future? But Lin Yun still didn't stop and walked towards the sword washing room.

court death!

Zhou Ping rose into the air, arms spread out, like an angry goshawk. Swooping towards Lin Yun, the bones in his body rumbled, causing the airflow to scurry around and turn 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 with every movement of the heart, the Qi and blood are like thunder, which is the symbol of the fourth level of martial arts.

It is like a goshawk swooping down, and the technique used is also the Eagle Palm Technique, which is much more advanced than the Tiger Fist. When you practice to a higher level, you can turn your palms into claws, and tear a tiger in half alive.

Haha, this kid is in trouble. I don't know what medicine he took today. I dare to offend Senior Brother Zhou.

Senior Brother Zhou is at the fourth level of martial arts. The power of one palm can reach a thousand kilograms. He has even practiced 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 lying down for three months, I immediately became good-behaved.

A group of handymen, seeing that there was a lot of fun to be seen, put down their work one after another. He looked over with a little pleasure and expectancy.

With the sound of wind, Lin Yun immediately felt it. 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, all movements smooth and without 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 about to explode his bones to increase his momentum, was stunned. The bone blast failed, and 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 an explosive sound. Lin Yun took three steps back, the energy and blood in his body surged, and he finally suppressed it.

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 boy, 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 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 manner without any chaos. The exchange of moves made him feel that Zhou Ping was nothing more than this.

Even among the 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 farther back he fought, the more calm Lin Yun became. Not only could he parry completely, but he could also launch some counterattacks.

What's going on? Why did Lin Yun's strength suddenly become so much stronger? It feels like they are trying to train on me. If it doesn't work, I have to fight quickly.

Zhou Ping was secretly shocked and a little anxious. If he still couldn't win over Lin Yun, he would not be able to survive in the sword washing room in the future.

good chance!

Noticing 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 launched with the Split Tiger Fist.

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 loud bang, like a tiger roaring, 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 the chest were broken and the pain was excruciating.

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!

Chapter 3 If there is an afterlife, don’t be obsessed with love

Zhou Ping, who was on the ground, had a look of extreme disbelief in his eyes, and murmured: You, a sword slave, with stupid qualifications, how can you possibly reach the third level of martial arts!

The servants in the sword washing room who were busy with their own tasks in the open space were even more incredible than Zhou Ping and could not accept this result.

If you reach the third level of martial arts, you can become an outer disciple of Qingyun Sect. This sword slave's status will suddenly be much higher than theirs.

Lin Yun looked at Zhou Ping without saying a word, then turned and walked towards the sword washing room.

Zhou Ping wanted to pursue him, but when he saw that Lin Yun had entered the sword washing room, he gave up with some annoyance and punched the ground angrily.

The sword washing room, that separate attic, is a taboo.

Outer disciples and servants cannot enter. The swords of the inner disciples are cleaned and maintained inside. They are all high-quality or even higher-level mysterious weapons.

These ordinary handymen don't understand the maintenance method at all. If they do it randomly, they will damage the sword.

The only one who can enter here is Lin Yun, and even Zhou Ping does not dare to enter.

Senior Brother Zhou, are you okay?

Senior Brother Zhou, Lin Yun, this sword slave, turned over in an instant. From now on, I am afraid that he will soar into the sky, and no one can stop him.

It's over. We've been teasing this guy all the time. I'm afraid we'll be in trouble in the future.

Don't tell me any more. This guy just relied on the pills given by Senior Sister Su to reach the third level of martial arts by luck. It's not that easy to become an outer disciple!

After being punched away by Lin Yun, Zhou Ping was extremely dissatisfied, thinking that he was just careless.

Now Lin Yun made him lose face in the sword washing room. If this situation cannot be reversed, who else in the sword washing room will obey him in the future.

Looking at the sword washing room with cold eyes, Zhou Ping quickly turned around and left.

Lin Yun is embarrassed. Zhou Ping's father is an elder of the outer sect. His eldest brother is also a master among the outer sect disciples. He will suffer a lot in the future.

The sword slave has such a temper. He is usually suppressed too much. He doesn't know how powerful he is, but he even dares to beat Senior Brother Zhou Ping.

But having said that, Senior Brother Zhou Ping was in a very embarrassing situation just now. This guy doesn't bother us on weekdays. Lin Yun just helped us out.

Hundreds of servants discussed for a while, then returned to battle and began to maintain the swords of other outer disciples.

In the sword washing room, the moment Lin Yun pushed open the door and entered, he felt a chill coming from the floor.

The source of the cold air is a cold pool in the center of the hall.

On the surface of the pool, it was very cold, with ice floes floating on it, and a dozen swords were placed there.

Integrating the memory of the original owner, Lin Yun knew that this cold pond was quite mysterious. The floating ice in the pool is colder than the thousand-year-old ice in Xingyue Lake in Tianshui Kingdom. Few people in the sect know the secret.

On the other side of the icy pool, an old man was sharpening his sword, making a hissing sound.

Beside the sword-sharpening stone, there were ten kinds of spiritual fluids of different colors. The old man was skillful in doing so. From time to time, various spiritual liquids are taken out, either mixed together, or injected individually into the sword whetstone.

Lin Yun didn't speak, and quietly watched the old man sharpen his sword. When the other man finished his work, he gently wiped the sword body.

Then he respectfully raised his hands and said: Mr. Hong, this boy Lin Yun has reached the third level of martial arts and will leave the sword washing room soon.

The old man in front of him is the real leader in the sword washing room. He just doesn't like to get involved in management, so mediocre people like Zhou Ping have the opportunity.

Lin Yun's superb sword-raising skills all came from this old man, and it was only because of Mr. Hong that he was qualified to enter the Sword Washing Pavilion. Only then did he have the ability to maintain the swords for some inner disciples alone.

Mr. Hong was a little surprised and sighed softly: It's no accident. Although your bones are bad, you can use so many pills that Su Ziyao rewarded, and your breakthrough is considered normal.

It's just that... the journey of martial arts, reaching the innate realm, is the real beginning. With your bones, it is too difficult to go all the way. In the end, it is still a dead end.

You have a destiny with swords and can communicate with mysterious weapons. If you are outside, the old man can help you find a way to become a mysterious master. Once you reach the top, you can still make the most powerful people compete to fawn over you.

Lin Yun didn't understand a lot of what Mr. Hong said. What is a Xuan Master? Why is the innate realm the real beginning of the path to martial arts?

However, Lin Yun could clearly feel the care and worry in his words.

There is also the first sentence. Even Mr. Hong said this. It seems that Lin Yun has indeed received many benefits from Su Ziyao.

Mr. Xie Hong is concerned. Lin Yun's path has been decided. No matter how difficult the road to martial arts is, he will go all the way. When you live your life, you don't seek fame, but you seek a clear conscience, so that you can be free and at ease.

Lin Yun has been a human being for two lifetimes, dying and resurrecting, and he has seen many problems very clearly.

Mr. Hong was startled when he heard this, then smiled and said: With a clear conscience, can we be free and at ease?

There was still some unfinished meaning in his words, but Mr. Hong didn't say much.

From a sword slave to the third level of martial arts, you can reach the sky in one step. I'm glad that you can still remember me, an old man. It's rare. I can't give you anything else. This painting has been with me for many years, so please keep it.

After speaking, Mr. Hong handed Lin Yun a scroll.

Lin Yun was startled when he heard this. He knew that painting was Mr. Hong's favorite, and he often looked at it and was fascinated by it.

Mr. Hong was kind to me, so how could he take away his beloved thing, so he quickly declined.

I remember that because of this painting, I became a useless person and did not understand the mystery of it. Now half of my body is already in the loess, and I will die at any time. Do you want to leave your hand with me and be buried in the loess with me?

If I remember correctly, you practice Tiger Fist... No matter what, this painting will be of some use to you.

Mr. Hong couldn't help but force it to Lin Yun, waving his hand and saying: Let's go, let's go, don't come to this place again. Once you get out of here, no matter what others think, you, Lin Yun, will no longer be Qingyun Sword Slave! "

In the last sentence, Mr. Hong emphasized his tone, which shocked Lin Yun's spirit. That's right, from now on, no matter what others think, I, Lin Yun, must not underestimate myself.

He took the painting, bowed solemnly, and then left.

Mr. Hong looked at Lin Yun's back, sighed softly, and secretly said it was a pity.

After walking out of the sword washing room, a group of handymen in the open space looked at Lin Yun with strange expressions. There is jealousy, envy, and complex expressions.

Everyone knows that no matter what happens to Lin Yun in the future, there is no need for him to come back here.

Zhou Ping had left without blocking the road, which surprised Lin Yun a little. After staying for a while, he left the place without looking back and walked towards his cabin.

The wooden house is simple and remote. It is extremely inconspicuous among the huge Qingyun Peak.

In the simple house, Lin Yun was writing something.

One hundred health pills, twenty Qi and blood pills, and various kinds of money totaling three hundred taels of gold...

That's right, what he was writing at the moment was the total amount of money Su Ziyao had given him for alms in the past two years.

Lin Yun is good at maintaining swords. For a long time, Su Ziyao's sword has been entrusted to him to maintain. In the past two years, the scattered rewards have added up to a lot.

As others have said, without these rewards, the original owner would have been trapped in the third level of martial arts for the rest of his life, given his strength and understanding.

No matter how hard you persist, you can't break through.

Lin Yun has a very good memory, but he doesn't need a very strong memory. The original owner clearly remembers any reward sent by Su Ziyao.

Even Su Ziyao clearly remembers why she needs to raise a sword. What's more, he even knows what time of day it is and what the weather is like that day.

As long as you recall it for a moment, everything about Su Ziyao will come to mind.

Lin Yun didn't understand. The original owner was not stupid, and even had great perseverance. Why can't he see clearly about Su Ziyao? The reward given by the other party was just a courtesy.

Not even polite, he was extremely indifferent and acted casually without caring at all.

The word love is truly incomprehensible.

Thinking of Su Ziyao, wiping the sword blade during the day, and her unconcerned expression. Lin Yun shook his head slightly, stopped thinking, and wrote seriously.

After you finish writing, blow gently and wait for the pen and ink to dry slightly. Lin Yun placed it in front of his eyes, with Su Ziyao's indifferent look in his eyes, feeling helpless because of the original owner's infatuation.

The original owner's obsession was still affecting Lin Yun to this day.

Don't worry, after I join the outer sect and achieve a little success, I will pay you back tenfold.

Lin Yun withdrew his gaze, murmured to himself, and after a long time, he solemnly put the paper away.

As soon as these words came out, the obsession in my mind became obviously much weaker, and I felt a lot of gratitude.

Lin Yun couldn't help but laugh, he was so infatuated, just for that.

If there is an afterlife, I hope you will not be a love idiot.

Chapter 4 You can’t!

Putting aside his obsession with the original owner for the time being, Lin Yun took out the scroll presented by Mr. Hong.

In Xijian Pavilion, I often saw Mr. Hong observing this painting carefully, but Lin Yun did not take a peek.

I don’t know what the objects in the painting are.

The heart has the Tigers, fine sniffing the rose?

Scramble and write eight characters, full of ancient meaning, vast and thick.

When he unfolded the scroll, he heard a dull roar and a tiger jumped towards him from the painting.

rock!

Lin Yun was startled, retreated hurriedly, and dropped the scroll.

My heart was pounding, and after a long time, it gradually calmed down.

It's so scary. It seemed like there was a tiger rushing towards me just now.

Lin Yun was still frightened. He looked at the scroll on the ground and hesitated for a moment before picking it up again.

What is depicted in the painting is a flying tiger. With just one glance, you can feel the huge pressure coming towards you.

The next second, he forgot that it was an object in the painting, as if a tiger was standing in front of him.

Opening its huge mouth, the roar of the tiger shook the soul.

Whoosh!

Lin Yun quickly put the scroll away, not daring to take another look. The hand holding the scroll trembled slightly.

It feels so scary. No wonder Mr. Hong is cautious every time he looks at it.

The pressure like a roaring mountain and a tsunami is right in front of you! The murderous intent of the king of beasts goes straight to his heart!

This painting is undoubtedly a treasure.

But now even looking at it makes me feel stressed, and it seems useless for the time being.

wrong……

Lin Yun's eyes lit up, remembering what Mr. Hong said, you practice Tiger Fist. Even if you can't solve the mystery of the painting, it will be of great use to you.

Understand, Mr. Hong had no hope that he could unlock the secrets in the painting.

I only hope that he can observe this painting and practice the Tiger Fist to perfection.

There are four realms in the cultivation of any martial art, from shallow to deep.

At the first glimpse of the door, there is a slight success, a big success, and the peak is complete.

Tiger Fist is the foundation of the basic skills. With a little understanding, you can get a first glimpse of the method.

If you practice hard and spend enough time, it's not difficult to achieve success.

But it’s not easy to achieve success. If you don't have enough understanding, no matter how much time you have, it will be a waste.

As for peak perfection, that is a luxury.

No matter how basic the technique is, if it can be practiced to its peak and perfection, it can display super lethality, which is eye-catching.

It can even break through the shackles of the level of the skill itself and exert lethality that transcends levels.

In the past two years, Lin Yun's Tiger Fist has always been hovering in the Xiaocheng realm.

The power of the Tiger Fist can only be used at 30%. It was a fluke to defeat Zhou Ping before.

The main reason was that the opponent underestimated the enemy, and Lin Yun was in a state of embarrassment when he could abuse Zhou Ping casually.

He never expected that Lin Yun would be promoted to the third level of martial arts, so he suffered a big loss because of his impatience.

Joining the outer door will definitely bring you many new challenges.

It would be better to stabilize your realm first and practice the Tiger Fist to perfection before leaving.

In his previous life, Lin Yun was quite cautious in his behavior.

Make decisions and act, rarely rashly.

In this world where the weak and the strong prey on each other, there is no room for carelessness. Because of one carelessness, this life may be ruined.

Having made up his mind, Lin Yun no longer hesitated.

Fighting back the fear in his heart, Lin Yun once again opened the tiger scroll.

call!

It was as if a strong wind was blowing through his ears, and the pressure on his face came instantly.

Lin Yun tried to stay calm and carefully observed the charm of the tiger. After holding on for two seconds, he quickly closed the scroll.

Close your eyes and let the charm of the tiger in the painting echo in your mind.

When he opened his eyes, in a flash of light, Lin Yun used his Tiger Fist in the small wooden house.

All of a sudden, his punches were like wind, moving like clouds and flowing water. The charm echoing in his mind was digested bit by bit as his fists and feet stretched.

By the time a set of punches was finished, Lin Yun felt so good that he felt so good.

Many thoughts welled up in my heart, all related to the details of the Tiger Fist.

An experience that he had never had before appeared in Lin Yun. It was mysterious and indescribable.

It really worked, Mr. Hong didn’t deceive me!

Lin Yun's mouth showed joy, and he was full of energy and unfolded the scroll again.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, four seconds!

This time, the time Lin Yun spent looking at the scroll tripled to four seconds.

The tiger in the painting even has a vague prototype that is imprinted in his heart.

In the small and simple wooden house, the young man seemed to have opened the door to a new world, practicing over and over again rubbish techniques that were not worth mentioning in the eyes of others.

Sweating like rain, exhausted, but still persevering.

Even every time I unfold the scroll, I will tremble with fear, leaving behind a terrifying shadow.

Still gritting his teeth, mustering up the courage, he bravely unfolded the picture again and again.

The tiger comes down the mountain!

After repeating this ten times, Lin Yun let out a loud shout, and the second offensive move of the Tiger Fist was unleashed without any hindrance.

In an instant, he transformed into a tiger and jumped half a foot from the ground, almost touching the roof.

When it fell, the bones in the body exploded, like a roar, and the sound was deafening.

Bang bang bang!

The overflowing strong wind blew the furnishings in the wooden house into a mess.

Tigers roar in the mountains and forests, fierce tigers descend from the mountains, and hundreds of beasts come to visit.

It is the three-stroke killing technique of Tiger Fist. The first twelve moves can only strengthen the body and exercise Qi and blood.

Now that the two killing moves have been completed, only the last move is left, the beasts will come to court.

Lin Yun's eyes flashed. This scroll was indeed a treasure. In just half a day, it was worth half a year of hard work.

With this thing, my boxing skills will be perfected, and it will be just around the corner.

Having mastered two killing moves in one fell swoop, Lin Yun was full of confidence.

Three days later, the sun rose.

In front of a wooden house halfway up Qingyun Peak, the sun was shining, and a figure was moving around in the open space, punching like the wind.

Hoo ho ho!

With every punch, you can hear the whirring sound of wind. The young man is naturally the sword slave Lin Yun. He has not yet become an outer disciple, so in terms of identity, he is still the sword slave Qingyun.

In the open space, Lin Yun looked calmly and did not punch blindly.

He is sensing the heat in his body. It is said that this is internal energy, which can be generated by entering the third level of martial arts.

Becoming an outer sect disciple can obtain the method of cultivating inner strength, and only then can one be considered a true warrior.

At this moment, although he has not mastered the technique of cultivating inner strength, he has paid attention to the coordination with inner strength when punching.

Sudden!

His calm eyes revealed a fiery light, as if there were flames burning.

Tiger roaring in the forest!

boom!

The bones in the body made a loud noise, like a tiger roaring, roaring again and again. With one punch, there was an explosion-like sound in the air, the air flow was turbulent, and strong winds blew in all directions.

The tiger comes down the mountain!

Taking advantage of the rising momentum, Lin Yun soared into the sky, and then flew straight down. Transformed into a tiger, fell straight to the ground, bang!

As soon as the punch fell, cracks appeared on the ground paved with rocks.

Breaking the rocks with force, this Tiger Fist is completed!

After one punch, Lin Yun was sweating but not much. Compared with the sweat when he first performed it, Lin Yun made rapid progress.

In three days, he finally mastered the Tiger Fist, and his level of martial arts at the third level stabilized.

call!

Hold your fist and stand still.

Under the sun, Lin Yun's slightly childish face was full of vitality. He exhaled a filthy breath, looked calm and steady, and whispered to himself: Now that my realm is stable and my boxing skills are perfect, I have something to rely on.

After entering the wooden house and washing up, Lin Yun looked at the purple mark between his eyebrows in the basin of water and felt a little thoughtful.

It was so eye-catching that even if he didn't care, it would be hard for outsiders to make noise.

After thinking about it, Lin Yun tore off a piece of cloth and tied it on his forehead as a headscarf.

After half a stick of incense, Lin Yun appeared in the Qingyun Sect's Zongfu Hall.

The Zongwu Hall is the place where the sect distributes disciples and collects martial arts, weapons and sharp weapons.

When Lin Yun arrived, there were already many disciples in the Zongwu Hall gathered here.

Senior, Lin Yun, now has reached the third level of martial arts. Please apply to become an outer disciple.

In front of the deacon of the Zongwu Hall, Lin Yun took out his identity card and handed it to him for inspection, and said in a calm tone.

The deacon is an old man in gray clothes, his surname is Yang, his appearance is not amazing, but his cultivation has reached the sixth level of martial arts.

In front of him, Lin Yun could feel a lot of pressure.

Sword slave Lin Yun?

The gray-clothed deacon raised his eyebrows lazily and glanced at Lin Yun without checking his identity. He smiled and said, I've heard of you. Your sword-raising skills are also famous in the sect.

The old man's voice was neither loud nor quiet, but it still attracted the attention of many people, who all expressed curiosity.

Sword slave Lin Yun!

This guy actually broke through to the third level of martial arts. It's amazing. It seems like he has taken care of my sword.

Why is he so awesome? Senior Sister Su gave him countless pills, and he just managed to break through today. He's so stupid!

The originally quiet Zongwu Hall caused a commotion after the deacon in gray named Lin Yun's name.

The voice was harsh. Lin Yun was neither happy nor sad, and said softly: Senior, you are very polite. Can I become an outer disciple?

The sect's ancestral teachings state that anyone who has reached the third level of martial arts, regardless of status, can become an outer sect disciple. Logically speaking, this is the case, but... you can't!

Chapter 5 The sect is dangerous

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 gray-clothed deacon spoke slowly, causing Lin Yun's expression to change slightly, and he muttered: Why, am I an exception?

Did you improve your cultivation on your own? No one in the sect knows that Su Ziyao has rewarded you with countless pills. Your cultivation depends entirely on the accumulation of pills. 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. If not, I will give you the status of an outer disciple. …"

After a slight pause, the gray-clothed deacon shouted coldly: Go back and be your sword slave honestly. Don't waste the sect's resources.

The sudden change made the originally relaxed atmosphere of Zongwu Hall become grim.

Some people felt sorry for Lin Yun. After two years of hard work, his happiness was all in vain.

Some people also think that the deacon in gray 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 embarrassing.

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.

The 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 ridicule, 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 look 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 waiting for Lin Yun to jump 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 was 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 five of my 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 Skill!

The goshawk hunts, focusing on gathering momentum. From this posture, it seems that Zhou Ping has a good grasp. 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.

Experts will know if there is one as soon as they take action.

The people present were not the servants of Xijian Pavilion, but were all disciples of the outer sect, and they could see Zhou Ping's true nature 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 was calm, recalling the charm of the tiger in the painting in his mind. The opponent was gathering momentum, and he was also gathering momentum.

It's over. This sword slave has lost his mind and is motionless. Is he waiting to die?

Once the Eagle Palm Technique is unleashed, its power is extremely fast and fierce. Unless you have extraordinary body skills and 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!

He saw Zhou Ping, who was leaning forward with his arms like wings, running all the way to gain 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 little cruel, and his ferocity was clearly revealed.

Not to mention the humiliation three days ago, this Lin Yun was Zhou Ping's big source of wealth, and no matter what, he could not be allowed to 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 for prey, and it fiercely clawed at the top of 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 it is taken straight to the top of the head, 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.

Whoops!

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, suddenly jumped up on his right eyelid, and his expression changed wildly.

But it was already too late. Before he could stop him, Lin Yun had already taken action.

There is a tiger in my heart, sniffing the rose!

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. With one punch, there was an explosion-like sound in the air, the air flow was turbulent, and strong winds blew in all directions.

Give me this punch. You shouldn't stop me from becoming an outer disciple and use secret tricks!

Dacheng Tiger Fist!

The sharp-eyed outer disciples immediately saw that Lin Yun had mastered the Tiger Fist!

Bang!

There was a handover of fists and palms, and Zhou Ping's Eagle Palm Skill was still far 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, it was Xiao Cheng's Tiger Fist three days ago.

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 fierce and thick charm of the tiger.

The tiger comes down the mountain!

Zhou Ping was in the air, his right arm was weak and he couldn't move. He could only watch helplessly 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 shouldn't 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 flashed and landed next to Zhou Ping, checking