'Thunderbolt' Yuan Kun, a mid-congenital martial artist, wears a set of black and gold gloves on his hands, and all his skills are in his hands. ⊙ Top-of-the-Line Novel, x.

Huadaomen had already inquired about the details of Yuan Kun before, Yuan Kun belonged to a martial artist who had no sect foundation, and in Tang Yuan's words, it was a 'loose cultivation'. It stands to reason that this kind of martial artist does not have a lot of resources, and second, he does not have a strong martial arts foundation, even if he advances to the innate realm, he is not an opponent of a martial artist of the same level.

Because these 'loose cultivators' do not have the support of the sect, the internal exercises and martial arts they practice are all from the wild road, and they are definitely not as good as the disciples of the sect. It stands to reason that Yuan Kun is the same, but he just overwhelms Wei Yue, you must know that Wei Yue is the master of the Transformation Knife Sect, and he has much more resources than Yuan Kun.

However, Wei Yue was defeated.

This only shows one problem, Yuan Kun is definitely not simple.

Maybe he wasn't a disciple of the sect, but maybe there was a big man behind him who taught him martial arts. Or, he got an adventure, so he was able to defeat Wei Yue, who had superb sword skills.

"It's here! The alliance leader, that Yuan Kun is here!" the eyeliner of the Turning Knife Gate reported to Tang Yuan.

"Where is that person?" Tang Yuan, who was meditating on his knees, opened his eyes and asked the disciple of the Sword Transformation Sect.

He was halfway up the mountain, and was about to come to the gate. ”

"Let's go!" Tang Yuan stood up, "Meet this Yuan Kun with the Poor Monk's Association!"

Yuan Kun was in his forties, a pair of eyes like eagle eyes looked sharply at the disciples of the Transformation Knife Sect, watching the disciples of the Transformation Knife Sect keep retreating under his momentum, and the corners of his mouth swayed with a trace of mockery,

"What's the matter?

As soon as Yuan Kun's words came out, a trace of anger flashed on the faces of the disciples of the surrounding Sword Transformation Sect. Yuan Kun deliberately did not open which pot to mention, and the master of Wei Yue's sect was seriously injured by his brother Yuan Qian. I can't even get out of bed, if it weren't for the leader of the Sanzang Alliance, even if he came, I'm afraid the door master would be worried about his life.

This Yuan Kun clearly knew the state of the door master, but he was still so mocking, he simply regarded the knife door as nothing!

"Amitabha, this benefactor is Yuan Kun, who is known as the 'Thunderbolt Hand'?" This is the disciples of the Transformation Sword Sect who suddenly get out of the way. Tang Yuan walked out of it.

"Who are you?" Yuan Kun asked as he looked Tang Yuan up and down and frowned.

From Tang Yuan's body, Yuan Kun felt that his strength was not weaker than him, and it was also the realm of the middle stage of the innate stage.

"The poor monk is not talented, and he was invited by the Sword Gate to resolve this grievance. Tang Yuan clasped his hands together and said, "Now that the Dao Gate has suffered a disaster, why doesn't the Yuan Kun donor let people go?"

Although Tang Yuan is young, he has been the master of Leiyin Temple for a long time, and he naturally has a majesty on his body. Plus the blessing of Tianlong Zen chanting. For a while, Yuan Kun was actually suppressed by Tang Yuan's momentum.

"This monk is so light-hearted, could it be that he is a member of the three sects of Buddhism?" Yuan Kun couldn't help muttering in his heart when he saw Tang Yuan's mature appearance like an old monk.

"If you want me to let go of the Knife Gate, it's okay. Yuan Kun couldn't guess Tang Yuan's bottom line, and said, "Let the Knife Gate immediately give up the black iron ore vein, and hand over the pure gold stone produced from it!"

"As compensation, I will return the full amount of the silver I bought for the black iron ore before, how about it? ”

"You're dreaming!" Before Tang Yuan could speak. Wei Feng on the side said angrily, "Two clears, then how can my father's injury be counted?!"

"Your father has eyes and doesn't know Tarzan. I even tried my brother's martial arts. If it weren't for my brother's mercy, your father would have died on the spot. "Yuan Kun doesn't care.

"A vein of black iron ore that I haven't put in my eyes yet, including the Adamantite Stones produced in it. Li Wei stopped Wei Feng, who was about to go crazy, and said coldly, "It's not impossible to give you Yuan Kun." ”

"But, what should be done about the humiliation suffered by the master of this sect?" Li Wei suddenly shouted.

"Oh, what do you want to do then?" Yuan Kun raised his eyelids and asked lightly.

"Let your brother come to my knife gate in person. Come to the door and apologize!" Li Wei said angrily.

Yuan Kun was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and only laughed out loud after a long time.

"Haha, that's funny. Yuan Kun trembled with laughter, "An unpopular sect even wants my brother to come to the door to apologize in person, do you trash know that my brother is from that gang?!"

"Forget it. Yuan Kun shook his head indifferently. "It seems that the only way to wake up to you waste is to teach you a good lesson!"

A majestic coercion erupted from Yuan Kun's body, and the strength of the mid-innate stage was all opened, and the surrounding disciples of the Transformation Sword Sect who had not yet advanced to the innate level were staggering in the face of this coercion, and they could kneel down at any time.

Even Li Wei and Wei Feng, who were in the early stage of the congenital stage, were pale, and sweat broke out on their heads to resist this coercive momentum.

"Alas. Tang Yuan sighed, and then stood in front of Yuan Kun.

The original feeling as if Mount Tai was pressing on the top suddenly disappeared, Li Wei and the others hurriedly raised their heads, only to see that Tang Yuan's body was also magnificent, and he was fiercely fighting with Yuan Kun's coercion.

"Stand down, all of you. Tang Yuan instructed Li Wei.

The battle in the middle of the innate stage should not involve other people, because even the aftermath can cause serious injuries to those disciples.

"You monk, are you really going to do it right with me?" Yun Kun's face was gloomy, and there was a buzz on the black and gold gloves.

"The poor monk is the leader of the Northwest Martial Arts Alliance, and if the master of Yuankun wants to find trouble with the sword gate, he must pass the poor monk's level. Tang Yuan said lightly.

"You, aren't you from the three sects of Buddhism?" Yuan Kun heard the meaning of Tang Yuan's words, and immediately said with some ecstasy.

If the white-robed monk in front of him is not the three sects of Buddhism, then it means that Yuan Kun's jealousy no longer exists, then he can go all out!

"The poor monk is from Leiyin Temple, and naturally has nothing to do with the three sects of Buddhism. ”

"Leiyin Temple?" A chill appeared at the corner of Yuan Kun's mouth, he had never heard of this tattered Leiyin Temple, as for Tang Yuan saying that he was the leader of the Northwest Martial Arts Alliance, Yuan Kun didn't take it to heart.

In the martial arts, speak with your own strength, and the strong are respected!

"Then you will be slapped by me!" Yuan Kun's face turned fierce, and his right hand, wearing black and gold gloves, slapped Tang Yuan fiercely.

"Alliance leader be careful!" Li Wei shouted from the side, "There is something wrong with this glove, alliance leader, you..."

"Bell, bell, bell!"

A series of piercing metallic sounds sounded, and seven or eight white handprints lit up outside Tang Yuan, and below the handprints, a quaint golden bell appeared.

The scriptures on the golden bell circulate like living creatures on the surface of the bell.

"Golden bell jar!" Yuan Kun retreated violently with a blow, looking at Tang Yuan's golden bell and gritting his teeth and hating.

"Yuan Kun's hand, does it hurt?" Tang Yuan looked at Yuan Kun with a smile, his right hand trembling with a low bow. Obviously, it was shocked by the golden bell jar, and it seemed that the force was not small.

The golden bell jar is as solid as a golden stone, and Yuan Kun didn't take Tang Yuan in his eyes just now, so he must have used all his strength. But the consequence of his full strength was that Tang Yuan was fine and he was in pain.

This is equivalent to an ordinary person slamming his hand on a stone, and the feeling is so sour that it hurts to the bone marrow.

"I, I don't hurt!" Yuan Kun's right hand trembled, but he gritted his teeth and denied it.

"Then why are your eyes red, and you look like you're crying?" Tang Yuan looked at Yuan Kun strangely, and now his eyes were red, obviously because it hurt too much.

"I, you!" Before Yuan Kunqi's words could be spoken, a tear suddenly slipped from his eyes.

"Haha. The disciple of the Transformation Sword Sect next to him suddenly burst into a burst of wild laughter.

'Thunderbolt' Yuan Kun was beaten to tears!

...... (To be continued......)

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