Ling Yun listened to a stumbling, main quest one?

I'll your evolutionary system!

Could it be that there is more than one mission in this crossing?

Don't play with me like this!

Ling Yun just wants to look up to the sky and cry in his heart at the moment!

No wonder he gave me Jiuyang Divine Skill at the beginning, and then let me learn the Great Shift, sure enough, harvest and danger coexist, there is really no free lunch in the world, it's the same everywhere!

You don't need to think about it at all to know that the combat effectiveness of the six major factions is definitely not as simple as in the original plot, and if this task is not done well, you have to hover on the edge of life and death.

Ling Yun sighed in his heart, knowing that he could only face the difficulties, so he didn't say anything more at the moment, and pulled Xiao Zhao slowly into the hall of Guangming Roof.

The hall square was full of people, and the number of people in the west was small, and nine out of ten were covered with blood, sitting or lying, which should be the side of the Ming Sect.

The number of Dongshou is several times larger, and it is exactly divided into six piles, which seems to be the manpower of the six major factions.

Several phalanxes of the six major factions stood in a semicircle around Mingjiao, implicitly surrounding Mingjiao in the middle, with their backs to the gable.

Ling Yun glanced at the people of the Ming Sect and saw that the characters in the plot were all there.

Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao, Monk Peng, and other Mingjiao masters all sat in the middle of the Mingjiao people, surrounded by the Mingjiao people, and almost everyone was seriously injured and lost their combat effectiveness.

In the center of the square, two people were fighting, and everyone was watching the battle with full attention.

Ling Yun pulled Xiao Zhao in, but no one paid attention.

Ling Yun looked at the clothes and costumes of everyone on the field, pulled Xiao Zhao to the end of the phalanx of the Wudang faction, and looked up at the middle of the field.

I could only hear a kind Taoist with a black beard and a drooping chest near the side of the six major sects saying to the old man on the Mingjiao side:

"Senior Yin, the feud between the Wudang Sect and the Heavenly Eagle Sect is as deep as the sea, but we don't want to take advantage of the danger of others, this festival can be liquidated in the future.

This time, our six major factions are coming for Mingjiao.

The Heavenly Eagle Sect has broken away from the Ming Sect and set up its own door, and everyone in the rivers and lakes knows it. Why should the old Yin seniors wade into this troubled water, please lead the people of your sect and go down the mountain. ”

After listening to this, Ling Yun already understood that it must be Song Yuanqiao, the head of the Wudang Seven Heroes, who was speaking at this time.

Then the white-eyed eagle-nosed old man standing opposite him with injuries and crumbling must be Zhang Wuji's grandfather, the white-eyed eagle king Yin Tianzheng, who was possessed by himself.

Although it was a soul attachment, Ling Yun could clearly feel a pain in his heart, and his empathetic heart was full of deep worry.

Ling Yun took a few deep breaths and forcibly suppressed the urge to rush up in his heart.

He remembered that the fight between the two at this moment should only be a competition of tricks, and there was no danger.

So he decided to observe the tricks of the two with peace of mind, so that he could have a rough estimate of the combat effectiveness of the characters in this world.

I only heard the white-eyed eagle king Yin Tianzheng laugh and said:

"Song Daxia's kindness, the old man understands. The old man is one of the four great protectors of Mingjiao, although he has built his own door, but Mingjiao is in difficulty, how can he stay out of the matter and die today, Song Daxia, please come in. ”

As he spoke, he took a step, his palms were raised to his chest, and his two white eyebrows trembled slightly, awe-inspiring.

Song Yuanqiao nodded appreciatively, didn't say more, and respectfully handed out a move for the juniors to ask the seniors for advice, and swung it out.

I saw the two of them fist and foot, fighting very tightly, but they were always separated by a few feet.

Although they can't recruit themselves, everything is all a false fight, which move loses and which move takes the lead, each knows.

The two of them were engrossed in the slightest, and they didn't dare to slack off, so it was no different from hand-to-hand combat.

After looking at it for a while, Ling Yun probably saw more than a dozen flaws in the two of them's tricks.

With the identity of the grandmaster of the two, Ling Yun roughly estimated that his combat strength at this time should be higher than that of everyone else, and then he was determined that this task should not be difficult.

After the two fought and ended in a tie, Ling Yun was thinking about how to go up to stop the subsequent fight.

I saw a short old man in the Kongtong faction come out, landed lightly in front of Yin Tianzheng, and said, "My surname is Tang and I am playing with you Yin Lao'er." ”

This old man's contemptuous tone made Ling Yun instantly angry, and he couldn't help blurting out and scolded loudly:

"Play, I'll play with your sister, are you brain-dead? Do you only know how to take advantage of people's dangers? ”

Ling Yun was full of real energy, and his voice instantly spread throughout the entire hall.

Everyone in the audience was startled by the sudden scolding, and their eyes turned to look at the Wudang phalanx where the voice came.

The Wudang crowd was also puzzled, thinking that it was the Wudang disciple who was so backbone that he dared to scold everyone's hearts at this time.

Then everyone found the two people standing at the end but not wearing Wudang costumes.

Ling Yun didn't delay any longer, pulled Xiao Zhao lightly, crossed the Wudang phalanx, and blocked in front of Yin Tianzheng, the white-eyed eagle king.

Xiao Zhao was extremely nervous in his heart, but looking at Childe's righteous face, feeling the warmth coming from Childe's palm, and remembering that Childe had already learned the Great Shift Mind Method, his heart was suddenly settled.

Ling Yun held Xiao Zhao with one hand, put the other behind him, and put his palm against the Baihui acupoint on the head of the white-eyed eagle king Yin Tianzheng.

Yin Tianzheng and the people of the Ming Sect didn't know Ling Yun's identity, and they thought that Ling Yun was going to harm the White-eyed Eagle King, and a burst of scolding came from the people of the Ming Sect.

And Yin Tianzheng was already powerless to dodge, so he had to watch Ling Yun's palm fall.

Ling Yun recalled in his heart the state of Guan Yu when he healed him, and injected his true qi into the body of the white-eyed eagle king Yin Tianzheng, and began to heal his injuries.

Tang Wenliang on the opposite side looked at it, and was shouted and insulted by a hairy young man, and suddenly jumped like thunder, stepped on his body by mistake, and punched Ling Yun's chest.

The white-eyed eagle king felt that the true qi in his body was gradually recovering, and understood that this young man was healing himself, and his heart was relieved.

At this time, seeing Tang Wenliang's sneak attack, he couldn't help but shout.

"Shameless!"

"Childe be careful!"

And Xiao Zhao kept staring at Tang Wenliang, and when he found that sure enough, this person made a sneak attack, and he also exclaimed in surprise and blocked in front of Ling Yun.

Ling Yun didn't pay attention to him at all, and gently pulled Xiao Zhao away, ready to knock him away with one palm.

Unexpectedly, Tang Wenliang was scheming, he didn't know that Ling Yun was fine, he didn't think about fighting hard at the beginning, he smiled yin, and on the side of his body, his fist turned around, and he hit Xiao Zhao.

"You're looking for death!"

Ling Yun wanted to knock it away, but when he found out that he had turned to attack Xiao Zhao secretly, he was immediately furious, quickly raised his right leg, kicked Tang Wenliang in the chest, and directly kicked him to the ground, stepping on his chest.

Then he bent down and picked up a brick from the ground, snapped it, and slapped it on Tang Wenliang's face one by one, directly beating his face into a pig's head and swollen.

The field was extremely quiet, only the sound of the bricks and Tang Wenliang's faces in close contact, the rhythm was distinct, one at a time, papa, pa.

Everyone couldn't help but cover their faces with their hands, as if they were hit in the face at once.

Ling Yun scolded while patting it with a brick:

"Let your sneak attack, let you taste the taste of eighteen weapons and bricks today!

But it's a pity that there is no folding stool, or it would be perfect! "