Chapter 1911

The exchanges between holy places, whether it is discussing the doctrine or arguing, whether it is fighting, killing, or making sharp remarks, are more or less serious and serious scenes.

But never before has such a funny scene appeared before me.

More than a dozen grown men crowded together, twisted and jumped, and actually danced gracefully with the blessing of a horse racing song.

Those who look at it will burst into laughter.

Especially Nie Wushuang!

He was resisting the mood of the horse race, his expression was obviously smiling, but he was trying hard to hold it back, and his whole face turned red from suppressing it.

His originally handsome facial features looked as ridiculous as a clown.

Thinking about his previous arrogance, everyone in Tiandao Sect just felt happy and hearty.

So what about Mr. Wushuang? In front of our Zong Ye Qingtian, he is just a joke after all!

This scene alone was enough to make Shinto Pavilion unable to lift its head for most of half a year.

Who is the boss in Donghuang?

After all, it is our Tiandao Sect that has the final say!

"Ye Qinghong, Bai Yizhou and others are unreliable. To promote our clan's prestige, we still have to rely on senior brother Ye Qingtian."

Someone sighed with emotion, which immediately made people think deeply, and directly spoke to everyone's hearts.

The faces of Ye Qinghong and others changed, and their expressions were extremely gloomy.

Whoosh!

The horse racing song was finally played, and everyone in the Shinto Pavilion was still dancing as usual. When they woke up, their faces were all red and ashamed.

They all lowered their heads and said nothing, wishing they could find a crack in the ground to crawl in. It was so shameful!

Nie Wushuang's cheek twitched, and he looked at Bai Shuying involuntarily, very worried about his image in Bai Shuying.

But it was okay not to look at it. When he saw it, he was so angry that he almost ran away. Bai Shuying's eyes were fixed on Lin Yun.

"Yin Yu, I think you win, but Ye Qingtian, do you dare to compete with me in sword competition?"

An evil fire arose in Nie Wushuang's heart, with nowhere to vent it, and his expression became a little distorted when he looked at Lin Yun.

He is no longer as elegant and suave as before, and the calmness of a young master from aristocratic families has long since disappeared.

"Um?"

Lin Yun put Xi Qin away and planned to end it there, but after hearing this, he couldn't help but look at the other party strangely.

"What, are you scared?"

Nie Wushuang said calmly: "Are the rumors wrong? Aren't you the newly rising swordsman wizard of Tiandao Sect?"

Everyone suddenly realized that Mr. Wushuang was still determined to give up.

His strongest music was defeated by Lin Yun, so he wanted to use the opponent's strongest method to defeat him in the same way.

"Nie also knows a little bit about swordsmanship. Ye Qingtian, can you give me a lesson?"

As Nie Wushuang spoke, a powerful sword intent burst out from his body. It was Dacheng's Divine Sky Sword Intent.

Boom!

This sword intention also contains the powerful power of wind, and he also masters the sixth level of violent wind will.

The expressions of everyone in the Tiandao Sect changed slightly. Nie Wushuang really had some tricks. At least his martial arts will alone was enough to bluff people.

"I advise you to forget it."

Lin Yun said calmly, he really didn't want to bully others.

"Afraid?"

Nie Wushuang narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"If it's about music, you can still compete with me. If it's about swordsmanship..."

Lin Yun paused, and then said rudely: "You are not even worthy of carrying my shoes."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Yun raised his sword intent to half a step into the galaxy and flicked it with just a flick of his finger.

Bang!

A dazzling sword light burst out from his fingertips, and the Galaxy Sword Intent immediately rushed out in half a step.

The seemingly intimidating force of the sword fell apart in an instant under the sheer power of the sword.

Phew!

Nie Wushuang spat out a mouthful of blood, covered his chest and took several steps back.

"What else do you want to compare with?"

Lin Yun stood up and looked at the other party. The smile on his face faded. He looked sternly and said lightly: "Comparing body skills? Comparing fists and feet? Comparing holy body? Or... Comparing family background?"

Nie Wushuang's face turned green and red, and for some reason, under Lin Yun's intense gaze, he actually felt a strong sense of timidity.

It was a boldness that he had never seen before, and he was so proud that he had to look up when he looked at each other for a moment.

"Go back, don't be embarrassed."

Lin Yun said with waning interest: "The prince is just born in a good family, but when the golden age comes, the most valuable thing is family background."

"If you continue to behave like this, not to mention that you will not have a foothold in the Eastern Wasteland, you will be surpassed by countless juniors sooner or later in the family."

Nie Wushuang's expression changed, and he felt inexplicably panicked.

The other party's words were like a dagger thrust into his heart. The Kagura family was flourishing and divided into countless families.

He said he was the crown prince, but if the situation like what Lin Yun said happened, he would be deposed in minutes.

Nie Wushuang was speechless. He looked at Lin Yun again, took a deep breath and said, "I have learned a lesson."

After saying that, he left without looking back. The other Shinto Pavilion disciples had no shame in staying any longer.

They all covered their faces with their sleeves and hurriedly followed Nie Wushuang.

What was supposed to be a lengthy exchange in the Holy Land ended in such a hurry, in a way that no one expected.

Nie Wushuang had already planned in many ways to make a name for himself here and then establish himself completely in the Eastern Wasteland.

It's a pity that Lin Yun's appearance broke all this.

"snort!"

Bai Yizhou, Ye Qinghong, Zhang Kui, and Xiao Jamyan each stood up and walked away. Before leaving, they all gave Lin Yun a cold look.

With Lin Yun showing off his sharp edge, the four of them naturally felt the most uncomfortable, especially Ye Qinghong, who had a deep grudge against him.

"Senior Brother Ye, stay."

Lin Yun suddenly called out to Ye Qinghong.

The four people turned around at the same time and looked at Lin Yun with a hint of curiosity. What does this guy want to do?

Ye Qinghong sneered and said sarcastically: "Junior brother Ye made a big splash today and slapped Mr. Wushuang in the face. Could it be that he also wants to slap me in the face too."

He was not afraid, and even had a hint of provocation, hoping that Lin Yun would take action against him.

Ye Qinghong has cultivated the Seven-Yuan Nirvana and practiced the inherited technique Daoyang Sword Jue. He is confident that crushing the opponent to death is as easy as crushing an ant.

Lin Yun went straight to the point and said directly: "You gave me a slap a month ago, and today, I want to give it back to you."

hiss!

There was silence in all directions, and everyone took a breath.

Lin Yun's cultivation level, at the moment when he waved his finger, everyone had already felt that it was the Three-Yuan Nirvana.

Being able to go from first entering nirvana to three-dimensional nirvana in a short period of time must be related to the legendary holy source.

But even so, wanting to fight against Ye Qinghong, who has attained Seven-Yuan Nirvana, is nothing short of a fantasy.

Ye Qinghong's face darkened, and he said coldly: "You really feel like you're slapping me in the face. Compared with swordsmanship, you have only a small chance of winning, but with palm power? Hehe, come on, don't blame me for attacking you too hard. I'll destroy you."

That’s fine.”

He grinned, not only not angry, but also looking forward to it.

"Is it funny?"

Ye Qinghong's eyes suddenly blurred, Lin Yun's figure became blurry, and then his voice suddenly appeared in his ears.

He was shocked, the energy of Nirvana instantly filled his body, and the Daoyang Sword Technique was running wildly.

Clang Clang Clang!

As the Yang Sword Technique moved around, his body became extremely hot, and at the same time, the sound of sword chants could be heard endlessly.

His body is like a sharp sword standing in the sun, its edge is exposed and dazzling.

Ye Qinghong could be considered quite remarkable for being able to react like this in just a moment.
To be continued...