Putting aside the obsession of the original owner for the time being, Lin Yun took out the picture scroll presented by Hong Lao.

In the Sword Washing Pavilion, I often saw Hong Lao observing this painting carefully, but Lin Yun did not peek.

I don't know what the thing in the painting is.

"There is a tiger in the heart, sniffing the rose?"

The volume is drawn and written with eight words, full of ancient meaning, vast and heavy.

When he unfolded the scroll, he heard a dull roar in his ears, and a fierce tiger pounced on him from the painting.

Rock!

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

My heart was pounding, and it took a long time before I gradually calmed down.

"It's so scary, it seems that there was a real tiger just now, pounced on me. ”

Lin Yun palpitated, looked at the scroll on the ground, and hesitated for a moment before picking it up again.

The painting depicts a tiger flying towards it, and just by looking at it, you feel a tremendous pressure rushing over your face.

The next second, I forgot that it was the object in the painting, and it was like a fierce tiger standing alive in front of me.

The huge mouth was opened, and the sound of the tiger's roar shook the heart.

Sou!

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

It's such a terrible feeling, no wonder Hong Lao is cautious every time he watches it.

The tsunami-like pressure of the mountains is right in front of you! The murderous aura of the king of beasts goes straight to the heart!

This painting is undoubtedly a treasure.

But now it's stressful to even look at it, and it doesn't seem to be useful for the time being.

"No...... right"

Lin Yun's eyes lit up, and he remembered what Elder Hong said, you are practicing Tiger Fist. Even if you can't solve the mystery of the painting, it will be of great use to you.

Understood, Hong Lao didn't expect him to unlock the secret in the painting at all.

I only hope that he can observe this painting and cultivate Tiger Fist to its fullest.

The cultivation of any martial arts, from shallow to deep, has a total of four realms.

The first glimpse of the doorway, a little success, a big success, the peak of perfection.

Tiger Fist is the foundation of the basic exercises, and with a little understanding, you can get a first glimpse of the way.

Practice hard and spend enough time, and it is not difficult to become a small success.

But it's not easy to be successful. If you don't have enough understanding, no amount of time is a waste.

As for the peak consummation, it is an extravagant hope.

No matter how basic the exercises are, if they can be practiced to the peak and perfection, they can exert super lethality, which is eye-catching.

Even, it can break through the shackles of the grade of the exercise itself and exert a lethality that transcends the grade.

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

The power of the Tiger Fist can only exert three percent, and it was a fluke that he was able to defeat Zhou Ping before.

The main reason is that the other party underestimates the enemy, and Lin Yun, who has been coming to Zhou Ping casually, can abuse Lin Yun is embarrassed.

I didn't expect Lin Yun to be promoted to Martial Arts Triple at all, and he suffered a big loss under impatience.

Joining the Outer Gate is bound to bring many new challenges.

It's better to stabilize the realm first, practice this tiger fist to the fullest, and then it's not too late.

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

Plan and act, rarely be reckless.

Coming to this world of the jungle, there is no room for carelessness. Because one is not careful, it may be ruined in this life.

The decision was made, and Lin Yun did not hesitate.

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

Call!

It was as if the wind was blowing through both ears, and the pressure on the face was instantaneous.

Lin Yun tried to keep his composure, carefully observed the charm of the tiger, and after holding on for two seconds, he quickly closed the scroll.

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

When he opened his eyes, the essence flashed, and Lin Yun was in the small wooden house, unleashing his tiger fist.

Suddenly, the punch is like the wind, and the clouds are flowing. The charm that reverberated in my mind was digested little by little by it between the stretching of my fists and feet.

When the set of punches was over, Lin Yun was full of heartiness, and he was so happy.

There are many thoughts in my heart, inextricably linked, all about the details of Tiger Fist.

The experience that had never been experienced in the past appeared on Lin Yun, which was boundless and indescribable.

Sure enough, Hong Lao didn't deceive me!

The corners of Lin Yun's mouth showed joy, full of energy, and unfolded the picture scroll again.

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

This time, Lin Yun's time to observe the scroll tripled to four seconds.

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

In the cramped and humble wooden house, the boy seems to have opened the door to a new world, practicing the garbage exercises that others see as worthless over and over again.

Sweating like rain, exhausted, but still persevering.

Even every time the scroll is unfolded, it will tremble with fear, leaving a terrible shadow.

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

Tiger descends!

After repeating this ten times, Lin Yun burst into a shout, and the second attack technique of the Tiger Fist was unhindered by him.

In an instant, he turned into a fierce tiger, and leaped to the ground, halfway to the ground, almost touching the roof.

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

Bang bang bang!

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

The tiger roars in the mountains and forests, the tigers go down the mountain, and the beasts come to the court.

It is the three-move killing technique of Tiger Fist, and 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, and the beasts are coming.

Lin Yun's eyes flickered, this picture scroll is worthy of a treasure, just half a day, it is worth the first half of the penance.

"With this thing, my fist is complete, just around the corner. ”

After practicing two killing moves in one fell swoop, Lin Yun was full of confidence.

Three days later, the morning sun began to rise.

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

Whew!

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

In the open space, Lin Yun's eyes were calm, and he didn't punch blindly.

He was sensing the heat flow in his body, which was said to be internal energy, and he could generate internal energy by entering the martial arts triple realm.

If you become an outer disciple, you can obtain a way to cultivate your internal strength, and then you can be regarded as a real martial artist.

At this moment, although he has not mastered the exercises of cultivating internal strength, he has already paid attention to the cooperation with internal strength when he throws punches.

Suddenly!

His calm eyes shone with a scorching glow, as if a flame was burning.

"Tiger Roaring Mountain Forest!"

Rumble!

The bones in the body made a loud noise, like a tiger's roar, roaring again and again. A punch was thrown, and an explosion-like sound was heard in the air, and the air flow was chaotic, and the wind was raging in all directions.

Tiger descends!

Taking advantage of the momentum, Lin Yun soared into the air, and then flew straight down. Become a tiger, go straight to the ground, boom!

A punch fell, and the ground paved with rocks appeared a slight crack.

Breaking through the mountain and rock, this tiger fist is completed!

After punching, Lin Yun was sweating but not much, compared to the sweating when he first performed, he made rapid progress.

In three days, his Tiger Fist was finally completed, and the realm of the Martial Dao Triple was also stabilized.

Call!

Gather your fists and stand still.

Under the sun, Lin Yun's slightly immature face was full of vitality. He exhaled a breath of turbidity, his eyes were calm and steady, and he whispered to himself: "Now that the realm is stable and the fist technique is complete, it can be regarded as having some reliance." ”

After entering the wooden house and freshening up, Lin Yun looked at the purple mark on his eyebrows in the basin of water, and thought for a while.

It's too dazzling, even if he doesn't care, it's hard to protect outsiders.

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

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

Zongwutang is a place where the sect distributes doors, collects martial arts, and blades.

When Lin Yun arrived, there were already many disciples in the sect hall, gathered here.

"Senior, kid Lin Yun, now has the Triple Realm of Martial Arts, and has come to apply to become an outer disciple. ”

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

The deacon is an old man in gray, surnamed Yang, and his appearance is not amazing, but his cultivation has reached the sixfold height 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, glanced at Lin Yun, didn't check his identity, and said with a smile: "I've heard of you, your swordsmanship is also well-known in the sect. ”

The old man's voice was neither loud nor small, but it still aroused the sideways glances of many people, and they all showed curiosity.

"Sword Nu Lin Yun!"

"This guy actually broke through to the martial arts triple, amazing, my sword seems to have been maintained by me. ”

"What's amazing, Senior Sister Su doesn't know how many pills she gave him, and he barely broke through until today, he is stupid enough!"

The originally quiet sect hall caused an uproar after the gray-clothed deacon named Lin Yun.

The voice was harsh, Lin Yun was neither happy nor sad, and said softly: "Senior is polite, can the kid become an outer disciple?"

"The ancestral teachings of the sect say that anyone who cultivates to achieve the triple level of martial arts, regardless of his identity, can become a disciple of the outer sect. Logically so, but ...... You can't!"