Under the silent night, the Lingyun Sect was very lively.

The middle-aged man standing in front of Lu Ye, Pan Xuan, was covered with sweat, this was not only due to the midsummer weather, nor just because of the popularity of the surrounding disciples, but also because of Lu Ye's calmness on the other side, which made him feel like a mountain of pressure.

Last time, Lu Ye used a high-level and low-level martial art, the Bird Dragon, which caused Pan Xuan to have no backhand power, and this time his Heavenly Dust Technique was awakened, and his reaction speed increased significantly.

Pan Xuan's fist was blessed by the spiritual power of the eighth order of the Dust Realm, but the result was a big disappointment.

"That punch just now was actually dodged?!Actually dodged?!"

Pan Xuan began to doubt his strength, and that punch was almost full force!!

His face was gloomy, and he was easily parried by a disciple who was lower than himself, and his mood was even angrier than Yang Dong at that time.

"Waste, I don't believe I can't cure you!"

He roared, and then operated the fifth-rank inner door martial art, "Brute Fist", and fought quickly.

Lu Ye will not fight with him, after all, there is no need to be hurt by it, Lu Ye's body is still very tender.

Although Pan Xuan is forty years old and has many years of experience in martial arts, the Lu Ye he faces is three thousand years old!

- Whoosh!

The wind blows for a moment.

Lu Ye used a low-level martial art, Instantaneous, to dodge his brute punch.

The moment he turned around, another palm slapped at his thick back.

- Smack!

Pan Xuan didn't react to parry, his whole body seemed to be hit by the waves, only to hear the sound of fractures that resounded throughout the compound, and the hearts of the people hanging even higher.

Pan Xuan retreated, and he found that his body had changed.

From his feet to his body, it was really like being attacked by the waves, and he lost his strength, for him, this was not what Lu Ye could do in the past.

And Lu Ye's palm only used seventy percent of his strength to beat him into such a daze.

Lu Ye faced Pan Xuan and said ruthlessly: "Jiang Yi and He Bai are the eighth order of the dust realm, you are also the eighth order of the dust realm, the two senior brothers are the martial arts martial arts, and you are also the martial arts martial arts, as long as I defeat you, your words are nonsense." ”

“...... That's just your trick. ”

Pan Xuan, who has recovered his strength, still does not give up, and he is ready to make a comeback.

Lu Ye has accumulated spiritual power in both hands, and this time he is serious.

The use of advanced martial arts in two lifetimes did not make the other disciples suspicious, so they simply fought quickly.

Pan Xuan's eyes lit up, not only because of anger, but also because of the reason why he was operating martial arts.

The surrounding disciples were in an uproar.

"This, martial arts are ......"

"The third-class martial art of the inner gate of the Lingyun Sect - Mangxiang Fist. ”

"If this punch goes down, Lu Ye will be useless if he doesn't die!"

The disciples looked at Lu Ye's side, and Lu Ye was also operating spiritual power, and the ghostly green aura was clearly visible in both hands.

How will Lu Ye deal with such a strong Pan Xuan?

The inner martial arts that I learned secretly, I'm afraid I still haven't been proficient.

The disciples thought so, Lu Ye was finished.

At the hideous moment, Pan Xuan was like a reckless elephant, like a bamboo.

- Bump!

This wave of unsettled waves rose again and again, and a huge sound shook the entire Lingyun Sect, stirring up dust and rolling leaves.

After the dust has dissipated.

I saw a middle-aged man kneeling down, and a young man standing in front of him.

The winner has been decided.

The palm that Lu Ye used to deal with Pan Xuan was called - Shocking Waves.

This is a first-class martial art that he learned before his death, although his training is only at the first order, but he used all his strength to cause a lot of damage to Pan Xuan.

Reckless elephants, after all, still have to kneel under the storm.

No one wanted to, Lu Ye won under Pan Xuan's full force!

Senior Brother Pan Xuan is an eighth-order in the Dust Realm, and he can lose when he encounters a second-order in the Dust Realm, and he still uses a third-order inner martial art that basically no one can learn.

Looking at Lu Ye, it is not like what Pan Xuan said, relying on means to win.

In fact, the disciples didn't know that Lu Ye was already a fourth-order in the Dust Realm, as long as there were no magic skills such as voyeurism, those low-level disciples would not be able to detect Lu Ye's true spiritual power.

“...... You shit. ”

Pan Xuan lay on the ground, and no one could help him at this time.

He propped himself up on his right, his mouth gasping, and he didn't forget to scold Lu Ye in his mouth.

“...... The things raised by the son of a bitch, the kindness that Lao Tzu gave you when you were a child, you have forgotten it. ”

Lu Ye looked at me proudly: "You don't have any great kindness to me." ”

“...... You!"

Pan Xuan was speechless, Lu Ye broke half of his body bones, as long as he dared to move, he would suffer the pain of dislocation of flesh and bones.

Pan Xuan, with his spiritual power, could have entered the inner gate of the Lingyun Sect, but because he was nearly forty years old, he was rejected by Wang Li, and since then, he has become jealous of various young talented disciples.

Hateful, ruthless.

He would never admit that the real waste was himself

"Today, I will spare your life again. ”

Lu Yenian once helped himself and spared Pan Xuan's life.

At this time, all the disciples of the Lingyun Sect had to accept the fact that the two senior brothers, Jiang Yi and He Bai, were indeed killed by Lu Ye.

This mediocre man who used to steal the martial arts of the inner sect has turned into a strong man in the sect.

The victory of the martial arts fight was like a gust of cold wind hitting the faces of the heavy disciples, leaving the disciples speechless.

Wang Li and Yang Dong in the pavilion window saw all this in their eyes.

The victory of this martial arts fight seems to come inevitably, but it comes a little abruptly.

Wang Li's smile and Yang Dong's ugly face formed a huge contrast.

"How?" asked Wang Li.

Yang Dong secretly said angrily: "Shizun really didn't see the wrong person, Senior Brother Lu Ye is a malleable talent......"

Wang Li turned his head back to the master's throne and laughed: "Haha, don't worry, his status is not as high as yours." ”

"However, Master, it's not good to indulge him like this......" Yang Dong almost swallowed his breath and said this.

"Don't worry. ”

Wang Li stroked the unsheathed treasure, the green blade, and made an abacus in his heart.

......

Tonight's business is not over.

An inner disciple hurried down from the pavilion and ordered: "Master has an order! If Pan Xuan cannot be cured within three days, Lu Ye will be handed over to Senior Brother Yang Dong for disposal!"

Next, the expressions of the disciples were different.

"What's this?"

"That's right, Lu Ye, this kid is the winner. ”

"In my opinion, the master has seen Lu Ye's little tricks, in fact, Lu Ye is a waste!"

Winning in martial arts is the most normal in the eyes of the disciples, the loser is like a pig and a dog, and the winner is like an overlord, and all the disciples think that this is the master who has seen through Lu Ye's sideways.

Hearing this command, Pan Xuan, who was lying on the ground, laughed wildly: "Hahaha, Lu Ye, you will still be trampled under the feet of others after all, like you waste, don't think that if you win, I can be strong!"

In the midst of wild laughter, several disciples carried Pan Xuan out.

Lu Ye was indifferent.

Suddenly, a short figure dangling through the crowd caught his attention again.