Feng Zhi came back to his senses and slashed with his horizontal sword, wanting to hit the short blade in front of Lin Yun.

When the bang.

The purple-clothed man's arm was swung away by the sword, but the short blade in his hand was intact.

On the contrary, Feng Zhi's sword was broken in two.

But the man in purple no longer has the courage to strike again.

The people around him were already on guard, not to mention, the power of Fang Cai's explosion alone made his back chill.

Jiang Rencheng also sighed.

Uncle Shi obviously didn't move, but he was able to send out such a powerful spiritual explosion!

Spiritual explosion, as the name suggests, is an aura explosion.

Lin Yun was not really calm, but was stunned by the loud noise behind him.

There is no need to guess, it must have been Lin Mo's eight lambs who lit the gunpowder he buried.

Lin Mo walked out of the ruins with a disgraced face, most of his hair and eyebrows had been burned, and white smoke was still coming out of his mouth when he spoke.

"Uncle Shi forgives the sin, the disciple should not disobey Uncle Shi's order and bring firearms in."

Poor Lin Mo's half life was blown up, and he thought that this was Lin Yun discovering his misdeeds and punishing himself.

Saying that, when he entered the courtyard, he began to look around for what Lin Yun said about "things that are afraid of fire", and saw that a piece of soil in the corner of the wall had traces of turning, so he dug it up with his bare hands, but it was a few bags of minerals that could not be seen in texture and color, and he couldn't see it very clearly, so he lit a fire and wanted to see what was going on......

"Don't ask for guilt, take this person down first, and then make the merit for the crime."

Lin Yun pointed at the purple-clothed man and gave instructions to Lin Mo.

Seeing Chang Lingzi, who made the first move and trembled with the man in purple, Lin Mo was overjoyed.

It turns out that Uncle Shi is not punishing himself, but deterring thieves!

"Where is the thief, dare to come to my Liuyun Immortal Sect to spread wild!"

Lin Mo screamed and rushed forward.

To say that this purple-clothed man looks stupid, his cultivation is not weak, and under the attack of Chang Lingzi and Lin Mo, he did not fall behind for a while.

Lin Yun patted Feng Zhi who was in a daze: "Don't look at it, if it's broken, it's broken, I'll give you a good one another day." ”

When Feng Zhi heard this, the depression of the broken sword suddenly disappeared, and it was replaced by an indomitable battle intent in his eyes, and he joined the melee one by one.

Jiang Rencheng walked to Lin Yun's side and said in a low voice: "Look at this person's skill, it should be the Demon Sect Technique." ”

"Demon Sect?"

Jiang Rencheng said: "Most of the people in the Demon Sect are monks who defected from the Eight Sects, and there are some scattered cultivators who have no sect and no sect, either they are afraid of being punished for violating the laws of the sect, or they are practicing evil arts for the sake of disaster. ”

"It means that the people in the Demon Sect are very powerful?"

Jiang Rencheng nodded: "As far as the person in front of him is concerned, if he is bent on leaving, he will definitely not be able to keep it with the third junior brother and the fourth junior brother." ”

Lin Yun was surprised: "Two Jindan realms, can't you keep such a little minion?" ”

"Little minion?"

Jiang Rencheng smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Senior Uncle said that he laughed again, although this person has not reached the realm of Jindan, but from the point of view of one move and one style, he is not inferior to the two junior disciples, probably because he has practiced some kind of demon sect evil art." ”

"The Demon Sect's exercises are so powerful, so why don't you join the Demon Sect, and follow the eight sects and four families to practice three nine summers and three dogs?"

"The so-called evil arts, are nothing more than some quick methods that cannot be put on the table, in the short term, it is indeed fast to enter the realm, my righteous path exercises emphasize thick accumulation, and it will take a hundred and ten cold and summer at every turn, but even if it is a small success, it is by no means comparable to the opportunistic evil arts of the Demon Sect!"

Jiang Rencheng's tone was very disdainful.

Lin Yun suddenly found that Jiang Rencheng had been watching him since he came over just now.

What seems to be waiting for?

"Old Jiang, what do you see me doing?"

Jiang Rencheng arched his hand and smiled: "It's nothing, I just want to see Uncle Shi's methods." ”

This......

Jiang Rencheng shouted at the three of Chang Lingzi: "You three step down, Uncle Shi is going to make a move!" ”

Lin Yun frowned and began to look at Jiang Rencheng again.

Lao Jiang, what are you learning from badly, but you want to learn from Yuan Tiangang's backstabbing Lao Tzu?

When Chang Lingzi, Lin Mo and Feng Zhi heard this, they immediately dodged and swept aside.

The man in purple also stopped and looked at Lin Yun.

Lin Yun had no choice but to bite the bullet and turn on the Immortal Wind Dao Bone Special Effect.

I hope you kid can have a little eyesight and run away quickly, otherwise you won't be able to come to the stage when Lao Tzu gets off......

Then you really can't get off the stage!

Radiant, sword rhyme!

Sword intent gushing, aura surrounding!

The man in purple smiled coldly: "What a Lin Yun, it really deserves its reputation!" ”

He had no intention of fighting Lin Yun at all.

It's just that I listened to the disciples of the Seven Sects who couldn't bear the punishment say how Lin Yun shined yesterday and how heaven and man came to earth, and I was just curious.

That's why I came to Lonely Moon Peak to test it.

As for the sneak attack that came up.

If the sneak attack is successful, it will naturally take advantage of the merits, and if it fails, he will be able to retreat with his own unique method.

It's all time to gain knowledge.

As he spoke, the man in purple kicked on the ground, jumped up more than ten feet, and his body turned in mid-air, and he was about to escape.

Lin Yun was relieved.

Count you as a kid.

But people are not as good as heaven, and the so-called world is unpredictable.

The little apprentice Luo Jinghong, who had not appeared, ran out of nowhere.

There was also a big bird in front of her, fluttering and flapping its wings and running desperately.

"Fried chicken, don't run!"

It turned out that Luo Jinghong was idle, wandering on the Lonely Moon Peak, and saw the nine-headed bird stolen by Lin Yun by the pool.

The nine-headed fowl is fierce by nature, and under normal circumstances, more than a dozen Qi Refining Cultivators would not be able to get close.

But perhaps he felt the Xuanfeng bloodline in Luo Jinghong's body, but he didn't care about the dignity of his earth-level spirit beast and fled.

One person and one bird, one in hot pursuit, one in a panic.

In the blink of an eye, there was smoke and dust on the Lone Moon Peak, and chickens and dogs jumped.

Suddenly.

The nine-headed bird suddenly raised its head and saw the purple-clothed man in mid-air, his round eyes suddenly became sharp, the crown feathers on his neck suddenly exploded, his wings spread horizontally, and his body weighing 100 catties ejected up, heading straight at the purple-clothed man.

The purple-clothed figure has a strange method, constantly changing positions in the air, similar to short-distance teleportation.

But the nine-headed fowl is like opening a lock and hanging, chasing after it.

The crowd seemed to hear the sound barrier.

After several lights and shadows collided, the nine-headed bird returned to Luo Jinghong with the purple-clothed man in his mouth.

To be precise, the man in purple is now a man in red.

The scars were shocking, the body was trembling but it was difficult to move, the eyes were wide open, and the mouth was muttering.

"Master, what's wrong with him?"

Luo Jinghong gently lifted the purple-clothed man with his foot.

Lin Yun was just about to speak, but Jiang Rencheng took the first step and said: "The soul was torn apart by the nine-headed fowl, and he is already a walking corpse." ”

"Wow! I can't imagine that fried chicken is so powerful! ”

At the age of fourteen or fifteen years old, Luo Jinghong was not afraid when she saw the bloody scene like Ling Chi, but clapped her hands happily, it was difficult not to let Lin Yun guess what she had experienced as a child.

"Master, give me this fried chicken!"

"Okay."

Fried chicken, it seems that the aesthetics of his little apprentice are on the same line as himself.