Riding on the momentum, Lin Yun soared into the sky, and then flew straight down. He transformed into a tiger and 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 all over his body but not much. Compared with the profuse sweating 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 breath of turbid air, his eyes were calm and steady, and he whispered to himself: "Now that my realm is stable and my boxing skills are great, 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 and thought for a while.

It's so eye-catching that even if he doesn't care, it's hard to prevent outsiders from making 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's figure 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 come and 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 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 powerful? Senior Sister Su gave him countless pills, and he just managed to break through today. He's really 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?"
Chapter completed!