Chapter 171

The deadly short sword not only has a fierce evil spirit, but also contains an incomparably condensed spiritual energy.

Even Lin Yun couldn't do it if he wanted to catch it so lightly.

In the ruined temple, a monk who no one paid attention to, how could he have such strength?

The three Mobei scattered cultivators suddenly shrank their pupils, and their suffocation suddenly soared.

In this cruel desert of Mobei, they are thieves who have survived countless battles and survived countless trials of death.

It seems that the cultivation base of the innate seven orifices is actually placed in Qingyang County, and anyone can completely defeat the black wind three evil spirits.

"Kill him!"

The burly man headed by him has a ferocious complexion, and his body is extremely violent.

In an instant, the three of them shot at the same time and killed the bald monk.

Many teenagers in the temple saw a flash of panic in their eyes when they saw this sudden situation.

Before they came, they had heard of the horror of the Mobei wasteland. Every year, many leaders from all over the world died in this wasteland.

The three big men in front of them were obviously here to give their ideas, but unexpectedly, they encountered a strange monk.

Carrying the sword, Li Wuyou wanted to go up to help, but was held down by a hand.

"Not urgent."

Lin Yun winked at him and said softly.

"Break the void!"

The bald-headed monk formed seals on his hands, and an aura erupted from his body, which was very familiar to Lin Yun.

Seeing the momentum on his body, shining golden light, such a powerful momentum, people dare not look directly.

But at this moment, it is about to rush out of its body and break through the entire temple.

Its momentum suddenly stopped.

The bald-headed monk smiled indifferently, and his left hand developed the momentum of a mad dragon, like a blue dragon going out to sea, and like a dragon flying for nine days. The sound of dragons and tigers roared, and the three robbers' evil spirits were instantly dissipated by the shock.

Then he took a step forward, and the fist in his hand slammed into the burly man in the lead.

In his fist, there is a terrifying and heart-shattering mad dragon, if the fist explodes.

The teenagers present, including Lin Yun, had to be affected.

Lin Yun has a thunder flame body and can barely hold it. If others can't react, they may be severely injured on the spot.

Unexpectedly, the fist did not explode, but poured all of it into the body of the burly man.

Silently, this burly man was crushed into powder by his fists in front of everyone.

When it swayed with the wind, it turned into dust and dissipated, leaving no trace.

The two burly men in the back were stunned on the spot. The bald monk was clearly a powerhouse in the Xuanwu realm.

turn around and run...

Can you run away?

The bald-headed monk with beautiful eyebrows, his left fist has evolved into a mad dragon, but his right fist is the real killer.

Bang!

With a roar of a tiger, the bald monk did not move. The right fist, which was ready to be launched, slammed out from the air, and the two loose cultivators under him fell to the ground at the same time.

Indistinctly, it seemed that a white tiger condensed with true essence could be seen jumping up from the right fist.

Dragon Fly Tiger Jump!

In Lin Yun's mind, it exploded with a buzz, and he recognized that the bald monk was the third move of Dragon Tiger Fist, Dragon Flying Tiger Jump.

This move, although he has completed it in the Tongtian Altar.

But in terms of power, it is completely incomparable to this bald monk.

What shocked him even more was how the opponent did it, condensing all the punches that swept the world into one person.

This dragon and tiger boxing is completely different from the dragon and tiger boxing he practiced.

Break the void?

Suddenly, Lin Yun remembered that the bald monk first condensed a handprint.

Dragon and Tiger Fist is not a simple boxing technique, it is accompanied by various handprints, mind techniques and secret techniques.

The Immortal Vajra Seal that he cultivated is also one of the matching handprints of Dragon Tiger Boxing.

I still remember that at the beginning, with the blessing of the mudra, the Tiger Fist was comparable to the innate high-grade martial arts.

But even so, there is still no one in front of him, which shocked him greatly.

Dragon Tiger Fist is such a terrifying martial art.

"Several little friends, may be startled."

The bald-headed monk killed three gangsters in one move, making all the teenagers in the ruined temple look stupid.

After a while, he woke up, excited.

"Senior, are you an expert of Xuantian Sect?"

"This is Megatron Daqin's Dragon Tiger Fist. It's incredible."

"Senior, just now... we are clumsy..."

A group of teenagers, somewhat at a loss, incoherent.

I don't blame them, even if Lin Yun had experienced many lives and deaths in Qingyang County, he was shocked beyond measure.

What about them?

"Don't call me senior, I'm not a few years older than you."

"What's the name? Is it called the Fahao?"

"I almost forgot the name of the law. The warriors of Qin Tian County prefer to call me Young Master Liu Shang."

The bald monk smiled and said softly.

Floating son!

Lin Yun raised his brows, a little unbelievable, this is a big man.

The Eighth Young Master of the Imperial Capital is the strongest existence among the younger generation in the four major sects in Qintian County plus Qintian Academy.

Not even Bai Lixuan and Si Xueyi, of course, mainly because they were too young.

As time goes by, and I re-evaluate the eighth son, both of them have a great chance.

When the bald-headed monk revealed his identity, the other teenagers felt that they were about to faint, and they didn't expect to see such legendary characters at all.

Lin Yun was slightly speechless in his heart, but he didn't expect it, this would only mean the monk who closed the door.

It turned out to be Young Master Liu Shang, one of the Eight Young Masters of the Imperial Capital.

But looking at the strength he showed, it should be true.

"Big Brother Liushang, do you have to become bald if you want to become stronger?"

Amidst the joy and excitement of the young people, Li Wuyou asked weakly.

Hearing this, Young Master Liu Shang twitched the corners of his mouth, and forced a smile: "No, I'm not a monk either, I just have a deep understanding of Buddhism."

Lin Yun pouted and almost laughed, this Li Wuyou was interesting.

He even dared to make jokes about the young master. If the other party was really angry, he would not dare to think about the consequences.

Young Master Liu Shang was obviously not so stingy, and continued to smile: "A few friends, what do you think of my Dragon Tiger Fist?"

"powerful!"

"fear!"

"Invincible!"

The young people present praised without exception.

"How about joining my Xuantian Sect?"

Young Master Liu Shang showed a satisfied smile on his face, and said what he really wanted to say, his eyes fell on Lin Yun and Li Wuyou intentionally.

"Can we join Xuantian Sect?"

A group of teenagers were instantly ecstatic, especially when they saw the terrifying power of Dragon Tiger Fist just now.

"Xuantianzong, it's too good to do it... The eighth son of the dignified imperial capital actually came forward to recruit disciples in person."

At this moment, a crisp and pleasant laughter sounded in the temple.

The girl in the blue dress smiled sweetly, and the eyes of the group of teenagers could not be taken away.

I saw a sloppy old man walking out of the thatched heap in the ruined temple, full of alcohol.

The young master of the Xuantian Sect, the old drunkard of Hunyuan Sect, and the fairy-like woman of the High Heaven Sword Pavilion, Xinyan.

For a time, this small ruined temple in the Mobei wasteland was actually crowded with the big men of the three transcendental sects.

It made all the young people seem a little caught off guard.

I never imagined that in the ruined temple, there were two people hidden in the temple.

"Sister, I'll go with you."

When everyone was stunned, Li Wuyou stepped forward and walked out towards High Heaven Sword Pavilion Xinyan.

"Little guy, have vision."

Xinyan stretched out her hand, and Li Wuyou hurriedly squeezed it, and said with a smile: "For the first time, my name is Li Wuyou, the future number one swordsman in Daqin."

"Little devil, if you don't let go of your hand, I'll chop it off for you."

Xinyan looked at Li Wuyou with a smile, and refused to let go of her hand.

Li Wuyou felt a killing intent, and his whole body was suddenly cold, and he quickly let go.

"Hee hee, that's good, there are so many ghosts at such a young age."

Xinyan pinched Li Wuyou's face and said affectionately, the pained Li Wuyou cried out.

Young Master Liu Shang and the old drunkard from the Primordial Sect both had a look of pity in their eyes.

Seeing Lin Yun, he was about to lift his legs and walk towards Xinyan, and walked over quickly.

Young Master Liu Shang smiled and said, "Little friend, you should have practiced the remnants of Dragon Tiger Fist. Joining the Xuantian Sect will definitely allow you to practice the complete Dragon Tiger Fist."

"Little brother, don't listen to him, this Dragon Tiger Fist is invincible, but it's so difficult to cultivate, it's terrifying. What's more troublesome is that you have to have a certain Buddhist fate, which means that you have entered the Xuantian Sect. Gotta be bald like him."

The old drunkard of Hunyuan Sect said with a big smile: "It's a pity that you don't enter Hunyuan Sect with your physical foundation. If you are strong in body, who can compare to Hunyuan Sect?"

The two came forward to invite each other and put the other teenagers aside.

It was only then that the youths woke up. It turned out that when the three big men appeared, it was Lin Yun and Li Wuyou who really cared about them.

They were just incidentally, and suddenly they couldn't avoid a moment of loss.

Lin Yun was secretly surprised in his heart, as expected of a powerhouse in the Xuanwu realm, and at a glance, he took a close look at his bottom line.

Young Master Liu Shang both seemed a little anxious, but it was Xin Yan from the High Heaven Sword Pavilion.

The watery eyes fell on Lin Yun without saying a word.

"Sorry, before I came, I thought about joining High Heaven Sword Pavilion."

Lin Yun cupped his hands and declined.

Young Master Liu Shang and the old drunkard shook their heads and sighed, not demanding. In their identities, they will not continue to lose face.

Furthermore, it can be seen that there is a powerful half-step sword intent in Lin Yun's body.

"You definitely won't regret your choice now, both of you, Xinyan will take the first step."

Leaving a burst of laughter like a silver bell, Xinyan left the temple with Lin Yun and Li Wuyou.

"This High Heaven Sword Pavilion sent Xin Yan, how could a group of little devils refuse, and two good seedlings were robbed."

The old alcoholic took a sip of wine and sighed softly.

"Lingxiaojiange's luck has been a little too strong in the past few years... By the way, I seem to have heard that someone called me bald."

Young Master Liuchang turned his eyes and said with a smile.

The old drunkard coughed a few times and almost spit out the drink, so he quickly changed the topic and said, "Don't take it seriously, don't take it seriously. Didn't you want to accept these youngsters into the Xuantian Sect, the old man will go first."

"It's quite fast to run." Young Master Liu Shang smiled and said softly.