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 fierceness and depth of the tiger.

The tiger comes down the mountain!

Zhou Ping, who was in the air with his right arm weak and unable to move, could only watch 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 should not 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 dodged and landed next to Zhou Ping, checking his injuries.

His face instantly darkened, and he looked at Lin Yun and said angrily: "You sword slave, you are so courageous, and you are so cruel. Lin Yun, you seriously injured a fellow sect member, and you are unkind and unjust. I will expel you now."

Qingyun Sect!"

Lin Yun was slightly stunned, but not surprised at all. He said calmly: "The Tiger Fist is inherently inferior to the Eagle Palm. If I don't use my full strength, his first claw may scratch my Tianling Gai."

"How dare you talk back to me!"

Deacon Yang was furious and Zhou Ping was seriously injured. How could he explain to his father?

This little sword slave has such a tough mouth, he really doesn't know how to live or die.

The atmosphere in the hall of the Zongwu Hall suddenly changed, making people feel more stressed. The deacon in gray was really angry!

"stop."
Chapter completed!