Qin Yun keenly noticed that the gaze of the sword cultivator surnamed Lin fell on the black pearl, faintly with a hint of greed, it was undoubtedly Bahasa who attracted his covetousness for this spirit beast to use it against him.

The puppet is innocent of his guilt, and for ordinary people, getting a treasure can be a curse.

But Qin Yun was definitely not an ordinary person, he smiled faintly and said, "What if I say no?"

"Then I can't help you!"

The attention of the sword cultivator surnamed Lin was withdrawn from the black pearl, and the gaze that looked at Qin Yun became cold.

He took a step forward silently, and a fierce momentum suddenly came out of his body, pressing towards Qin Yun like a sharp sword out of the sheath, faintly containing a sharp Gengjin aura.

Innate coercion!

Bahasa and the others next to him showed shocked expressions, and hurriedly retreated so as not to be affected by the breath.

And Qin Yun, who bore the brunt of the attack, stood proudly, looking at Jian Xiu surnamed Lin coldly, as if he had not been affected at all, and the corners of his lips pulled out a faint look of ridicule.

After the martial arts refiner enters the innate realm, with the improvement of his cultivation, he can release his momentum to deter the opponent, which is called innate coercion.

There are also levels of innate coercion, and the power of the coercion of a high-level strong person can subjugate a person's soldiers without a fight, or suppress the opponent's spirit and fighting spirit.

However, although this sword cultivator surnamed Lin is a congenital powerhouse, his innate coercion has not yet reached the level of control, and the level of external strength and middle cadres is not high, at most, it is the cultivation of the innate two and three heavens, and it is simply a fool's dream to deter Qin Yun from the innate six heavens.

Seeing that Qin Yun didn't care about his innate coercion, Jian Xiu surnamed Lin immediately realized that he had encountered a strong enemy, but how could he be timid and retreat in front of everyone, Qin Yun's mocking eyes made him even more angry, so he stepped forward again and approached Qin Yun.

The closer the distance. The more powerful the coercion became, the sword cultivator surnamed Lin urged Xuan Gong to condense his true power, and his eyes were full of fierceness.

It's really shameless!

For the step-by-step advancement of the sword cultivator surnamed Lin, Qin Yun had a trace of anger in his heart, he never took the initiative to cause trouble, but he was never afraid of things and cowered, let alone forced by others.

He also took a step forward, shortening the distance between him and the other party to less than five steps!

An invisible coercive momentum then emerged, like a storm rising from the flat ground and sweeping across the land. In an instant, the coercion from the sword cultivator surnamed Lin was suppressed, and the cold murderous aura of the sword blade pointed directly at the opponent's soul!

The duel of innate momentum is a duel of strength cultivation, and it is also a collision of divine soul consciousness, when the sword cultivator surnamed Lin realized that Qin Yun was powerful. It was the right choice that he should take the initiative to withdraw the innate coercion, but because of his reckless behavior, he was finally attacked by Qin Yun's fiercest counterattack!

The murderous aura released by Qin Yun came from the Brahma Tribulation Sword Technique Mental Method, and as soon as the mental method moved, the killing machine suddenly rose, and the sword cultivator surnamed Lin suddenly suffered a big loss when he was caught off guard, and couldn't help but snort and take half a step back.

His face was pale as paper, and his figure was shaky. Looking at Qin Yun's eyes, he was frightened and angry.

And most of the people next to him couldn't understand it, in their eyes, they only saw that the sword cultivator surnamed Lin took two steps aggressively as if he was about to make a move, and then Qin Yun also took a step, and the former retreated.

Only Bahasa is the strongest. Vaguely seeing a little doorway, he couldn't help but shrink back to the back of the crowd.

In this narrow and crowded street, if two innate masters fight to the death, the ordinary people who are watching will be unlucky. Although he was a high-level Qi refining cultivator, he would never dare to be in it.

Qin Yun's murderous aura was immediately put away. After all, Jian Xiu surnamed Lin is a disciple of the Northern Netherworld Sect, and as a guest, it is enough for him to punish a small punishment and a big commandment, otherwise if he really hits the other party to a serious injury, it will also bring trouble to the elders and senior brothers of the same sect.

Jian Xiu, surnamed Lin, was able to breathe a sigh of relief, and his expression immediately became hideous.

Qin Yun's subordinates showed mercy, but in his opinion, they were in awe of the Northern Underworld Sword Sect, so they didn't dare to use the mouse, so although Qin Yun's strength was above his own, his courage increased sharply.

He pulled out his long sword and shouted: "Where did the traitor come from, he dared to break into the place of the mountain gate of my Northern Hell Sect to provoke, and today will definitely make you have no return!"

Before the words fell, Jian Xiu, surnamed Lin, quickly reached out and pulled out a small metal cylinder from his waist, and slammed the plug on it with his thumb!

This sword cultivator surnamed Lin is an inner disciple of the Northern Underworld Sect, his strength and talent are good, but he has no background, in order to maintain the usual expenses, he has taken on a lot of sect tasks, and often takes the outer disciples to inspect the outer city.

Patrolling the city is hard work, but there is also a lot of oil and water to be fished, and the disciples of the Northern Netherworld Sect dare not give face in this Roulan City, like Bahasa and the like, it is even more incomparable.

Therefore, when he heard Bahasa say that Qin Yun's mount was a good horse that was hard to find, and gave him a reason to do it, he immediately couldn't suppress the greed in his heart and wanted to take it by force.

It's just that he never expected Qin Yun's strength to be so strong, so he simply directly put a black pot on Qin Yun to provoke him and prepare

Gather your fellow disciples to help.

There are tens of thousands of disciples in the Northern Netherworld Sect, and the open and secret battles have always been very powerful, but if anyone is bullied by outsiders in Roulan City, they will definitely help.

What he was holding in his hand was the thunder flame used to summon the same door, as long as it was released, all the nearby same doors would rush over in a moment, and then Qin Yun would not be able to escape even if he put on his wings!

Just as Jian Xiu, surnamed Lin, was about to raise the metal cylinder high, a white hand suddenly reached out next to him and firmly held his wrist!

Jian Xiu, surnamed Lin, was stunned, and suddenly became furious, and turned his face and was about to scold.

However, when he saw the other party's face clearly, the swear words that rushed to his mouth were swallowed back stiffly: "Long, Senior Brother Long, why are you here?"

The person who stopped the sword cultivator surnamed Lin was also a white-clothed sword cultivator, younger than him, with a sleek figure and a handsome appearance, with an evil aura hidden between his eyebrows, and a look on his face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

The white-clothed sword cultivator let go of his hand, pointed at Qin Yun and said, "Senior Brother Lin, do you know who this is?"

Without waiting for Jian Xiu surnamed Lin to answer, he continued: "Let me introduce to you, this is Qin Yun, the inner disciple of the Heavenly City Sword Sect, and he is also the representative of the disciples who came to participate in our sect's martial arts meeting. ”

Disciples of the Heavenly City Sword Sect!

Jian Xiu surnamed Lin suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, he should have understood a long time ago, but he was blinded by greed and almost made a big mistake.

If he wasn't a disciple of the Heavenly City Sword Sect, how could he dare to confront the disciples of the Northern Netherworld Sect in Roulan City, if he really sent a signal to summon his fellow sects to attack Qin Yun, no matter what the result was, the sect would definitely give him a severe punishment.

The Northern Hell Sect and the Heavenly City Sword Sect are both the top ten sects in Kyushu, and the relationship is definitely not good, but there are still contacts between each other, such as the triennial West Sea Martial Arts Meeting of the Northern Hell Sect, and the Heavenly City Sword Sect will send representative disciples to participate in the competition.

Of course, the Northern Netherworld Sect has the bearing of the sect, if at this time, it is rumored that the disciples under the sect gather to deal with a Tiancheng disciple who came to participate in the martial arts meeting, and it is completely unreasonable, then not to mention what the reaction of the Tiancheng Sword Sect will be, first of all, the Northern Netherworld Sect itself will also be thunderous and angry.

Thinking of the strictness of the sect's laws, Jian Xiu surnamed Lin couldn't help but tremble secretly, and whispered to the white-clothed Jian Xiu: "Thank you senior brother for making a move, junior brother is grateful!"

His age is older than that of the white-clothed sword cultivator, but he started late, and his strength cultivation is even inferior to the other party, so he has to show respect for himself.

However, he could bow his head to the white-clothed sword cultivator and thank him, and he would definitely not be able to wipe his face and apologize to Qin Yun.

The white-clothed sword cultivator ignored him, clasped his fists at Qin Yun and saluted, "Senior Brother Qin Yun, don't come unharmed?"

Qin Yun smiled, and also hugged his fists in return: "Senior Brother Long Fei, long time no see!"

He recognized the other.

When Qin Yun represented Chasing Cloud Peak to participate in the Heavenly City Sword Sect's Floating Cloud Sword Meeting, this Long Fei came to watch the ceremony as a disciple of the Northern Hell Sect, and personally went down to challenge the disciples of the Sword Sect, and the two battles were extremely arrogant.

Qin Yun resolutely went down and challenged him, at that time, Long Fei's strength reached the realm of Qi refining, although Qin Yun's realm cultivation was not as good as his opponent's, he fought hard to win the final victory, making Long Fei lose face.

It's just that I didn't expect that after a few years, the two would meet here again.

Compared with the beginning, this genius disciple of the Northern Hell Sect was much more restrained and deep, and he no longer had the aura of flying and domineering in the past, and even Qin Yun couldn't see through his current strength realm.

"Welcome to the Northern Hell Sect, I guess you don't know where the sect post house is, why don't you let me take you over, your fellow master and brother have already arrived. ”

Long Fei smiled modestly, his polite appearance made people feel good, as if he and Qin Yun were friends who had been separated for many years and reunited again, and there was no lack of warmth and politeness in the politeness.

But Qin Yun looked at it with a chill in his heart, he would definitely not be so naïve as to think that the other party and himself had given up their previous suspicions, he could only say that Long Fei had become more mature and spicy, and he had firmly hidden his true side.

Compared with the arrogant and domineering person who shows everything on his face, such an opponent is the most terrifying!

However, this does not mean that Qin Yun is really afraid of the other party.

"Okay!" he nodded and said briskly, "Then it's troublesome senior brother!"

Long Fei smiled slightly, but his eyes fell on Bahasa, who was silent next to him, and he said lightly: "You provoked the incident just now, right? Dare to ruin the reputation of our Northern Hell Sect, what's the use of having eyes, dig out one yourself." ”

He said it lightly, but Bahasa seemed to be hit by five thunders, his face was suddenly as pale as paper, and he couldn't help but look at Jian Xiu surnamed Lin, obviously hoping that the other party could help him say a few words.

Unexpectedly, Jian Xiu, surnamed Lin, turned his head directly and pretended not to see it.

Long Fei snorted coldly, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

Bahasa fell to his knees, pulled out his dagger tremblingly, hesitated for a moment, and then raised his hand to stab himself in the left eye with a gritted tooth!

Blood bursts!