Wu Jianxiong saw that the Sanli Dao Leader was already timid, so he smiled coldly and said, "What, is the Sanli Dao Leader afraid?"

Before the Sanli Daoist could answer, he saw a person turn out next to him, snorted angrily, and said, "What a joke, my master's Seven Injuries Divine Fist has already practiced supernatural skills, how could he be afraid of Lin Yu's thief." It's just that Lin Yu was injured, and my master is also a master of Taoism no matter what, and he doesn't want to take advantage of others' danger, so he hesitates, how can he be afraid?"

The person who spoke was the apprentice he had received from his trip to Jiangnan a few years ago, named Fang Datong, a child of the Jinling family, but his martial arts talent was not bad, and he was also the most hardworking of the brothers.

Fang Datong has long had the heart to become famous, and now that Lin Yu has been injured, how could he let go of this great opportunity to become famous in one fell swoop. Then he knelt down on one knee and said respectfully: "Master, let the apprentice fight for you and challenge Lin Yu, you will definitely not be disappointed, you will not be dishonored, and the reputation of our Kongtong faction will not be insulted, and some people will also see the true power of our Kongtong Seven Wounds Divine Fist, so that they will be convinced." ”

Sanli Dao Chang's eyes rolled, and he said secretly: Since this apprentice wants to play, if he wins, my Kongtong faction will also have light on his face, and I am his master, the people of the rivers and lakes must think that the apprentices are so powerful that they can defeat the big devil Lin Yu, then the master is not even more powerful, even if he takes 10,000 steps back, in case he loses, he will have nothing to lose, Zhou Wusun, the head of the Hengshan Sword Sect, and Wu Jianxiong, the head of Qingcheng, have also lost, and the most important thing is that they will not be injured, let alone die here.

After thinking of this, the Sanli Daoist not only secretly rejoiced in his heart for his little abacus of killing two birds with one stone, but after a while, he put on the majesty of the master and the old man, and said: "Datong, since you want to fight, you will be benevolent and righteous as a teacher, and it will be fulfilled by you, go ahead, be more careful yourself!"

Fang Datong's joy was beyond words, and the corner of his eye glanced at Lin Yu in the ring viciously, and said secretly: Lin Yu, the most beautiful person today must be me, from now on, there will be no Qingfeng swordsman Lin Yu on the rivers and lakes, and there is only my Seven Wounded God Fist Fang Datong.

After answering, Fang Datong flew in front of Lin Yu with a white crane with bright wings, and shouted coldly: "Lin Yu, remember my name, Kongtong Sect Seven Wounded God Fist Fang Datong." ”

Lin Yu sneered and said, "Let's call your master Sanli Dao Leader!"

Fang Datong felt as if he had been humiliated, and the anger in his heart immediately turned red, and he shouted angrily: "Lin Yu, you have such a big breath, kill you, you don't need the master and his old man to go out in person, I am enough alone, and I will let you see the true power of our Kongtong Sect's Seven Wounded Divine Fists in a while." ”

Lin Yu smiled coldly and said, "I have seen it a few days ago, and the power is not bad, but the accuracy and heat are still a little worse." ”

Fang Datong's face was pale, and he clenched his fists tightly, and the bones of his whole body gurgled with it. After a while, he had gathered the internal force of his whole body on his sandbag-sized fist, and swung it at Lin Yu suddenly, and shouted: "Kongtong Seven Wounded God Fist!"

Seeing this scene, Lin Yu couldn't help but skim a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, and he didn't take his punch hard, but just dodged it by changing his body and changing his shadow.

Fang Datong saw that he was in the air, he was furious, and he threw more than a dozen punches in succession, but let alone hitting Lin Yu, he didn't even capture his figure.

Although Kongtong's Seven Injuries Fist was full of power, it also consumed extremely internal strength, and it only took a moment for Fang Datong to be tired and out of breath. gasping for air, he shouted angrily: "Lin Yu, if you have the ability, don't dodge, hide around, what kind of hero is you?"

Lin Yu sneered and said, "If I were a hero, would you famous and decent people set up such a big game to kill me, and would you still offer a reward of 500,000 taels of gold to take my life?"

Fang Datong already regretted that he came to the stage to challenge Lin Yu, and had to admit that if he continued like this, without Lin Yu's action, he would die of exhaustion.

Seeing that the situation was very unfavorable to his disciples, the Sanli Dao Leader hurriedly stood up and shouted loudly: "Lin Yu, it's not early now, if you dodge like this again, won't this competition last until tomorrow." ”

Lin Yu smiled indifferently and said, "Since it's not too early, I don't want to waste everyone's time, now that I'm standing here, if I take half a step back, even if I lose, I'm willing to tie my hands and catch it." ”

Fang Datong was overjoyed when he heard this, and said: "This is what you said yourself, you can't complain about others, look at the boxing!"

Lin Yu couldn't help but smile and shook his head when he saw him punching, when Fang Datong's Seven Injuries Divine Fist was about to pounce in front of him, Lin Yu didn't dodge with light skills, nor did he draw his sword, he still just stood there motionless.

At this time, everyone in the audience stood up and stretched their necks, not knowing what kind of medicine Lin Yu bought in his gourd, Sanli Dao Chang's two eyes were as wide as cow eggs, for fear of missing the slightest detail, he knew very well in his heart that the Seven Injuries Fist was the best at close combat, if Datong could get close to him, maybe there was really hope of winning, not to mention that Lin Yu's left shoulder had already suffered a sword wound.

When his iron fist was less than a foot away from Lin Yu, although Fang Datong's heart was like fifteen buckets, he still couldn't help the excitement in his heart, as long as he punched down, Lin Yu would definitely lose, and he would become famous from now on, becoming a great hero admired by everyone on the rivers and lakes, and his name will be immortal.

Just when Fang Datong's Seven Wounds Fist was about to hit him, Lin Yu still had no expression on his face, just clenched his fists tightly, clenched his fists like stones, punched like a tiger, and swung his fists into a wind.

Bang!

The two fists fought, Lin Yu was directly shocked back a few steps, and a faint trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, but Fang Datong's whole person had been shaken away, and with a pop, blood sprayed all over the ground, staining a large piece of marble in the ring.

After a while, Fang Datong came back to his senses, looked at Lin Yu with disbelief, and said in amazement, "How could you be the Seven Wounds Fist of our Kongtong Sect that doesn't pass on the stunt?"

Lin Yu smiled coldly and said, "I said a long time ago that your Seven Wounds Fist is the same as your master, and you haven't practiced it yet, so you should believe it now!"

Fang Datong's eyes were bloodshot, his face was hideous, his whole face began to become a little distorted, and he shouted angrily: "You are not from our Kongtong faction, how do you know that you will be the treasure of our town faction, the Seven Wounds Fist?"

Lin Yu replied coldly: "Of course, it was taught to me by your master and apprentice, I just painted the gourd in the same way, and I just learned and sold it now." It is undeniable that the seven wounds are enough to be called the first punch method today, when punching, there are seven different forces in a punch, or fierce, or feminine, or rigid in soft, or soft in soft, or horizontal, or straight forward, or inward, if you can't resist this source of strength, you will be deeply injured. It's just a pity that it has a fatal heel. ”

Fang Datong stared at the big blood-red eyes, he couldn't believe that a young man who was a few years younger than himself could master and use the Seven Injuries Fist in just a few minutes, far exceeding his three years of hard training, this was really incredible, if he hadn't experienced it himself, he wouldn't have believed that there was such a genius in the world.

Fang Datong's clothes all over his body had been shaken by Lin Yu's fist, and he even looked scorched, he struggled to get up, but he hadn't yet gained a firm foothold. He spat out a mouthful of blood again, and asked in an extremely weak tone: "What do you say is a pity, and where is its weakness?"

Lin Yu replied indifferently: "When the Seven Injuries Fist is punched, it consumes extremely internal strength, so the internal strength of a cultivator must be extremely deep, otherwise, if it is practiced by a person whose internal strength has not been perfected, it will be extremely harmful to himself." The light ones will eat the heart and veins, and the internal force will be damaged, and the worst ones will lose their minds, go crazy, and even be in danger of life. And there are two qi in the human body, five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, and there are seven injuries when you practice them, and all seven are injured. Therefore, the so-called "seven wounds" are to hurt oneself first, and then to hurt others. ”

Fang Datong had a stunned look on his face, and as soon as he became angry, he lost his blood and blood, and was swallowed by the strength of the Seven Injuries just now, and fainted directly. Everyone in the audience opened their mouths in surprise, this Lin Yu didn't expect to have such an ability to learn and sell now, and he really underestimated him.

Li Ziyan was already full of admiration, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Lin Yu, his martial arts are so powerful!"

Feng Jianping saw that the little junior sister who admired and admired him in the past looked at Lin Yu like this, and the anger in his heart didn't come anywhere, and the corner of his eye glanced at Lin Yu in the ring viciously, and then said to Li Jiulian on the first seat: "Master, the apprentice wants to challenge Lin Yu to raise the prestige of Huashan!"

On weekdays, without the need for others to say, he would let his proud disciple Feng Jianping fight to raise the prestige of Huashan, but today he thought about it again, although Lin Yu had fought three times in a row, but except for a little skin injury, the others were basically unharmed. And he doesn't know how many sects of martial arts this person can have, and how many nirvana skills he has. The power of the Nine Swords of Qingfeng, he has heard and seen it, Huashan Sword Technique In addition to the set of "Peerless Divine Sword" can match it, it is really difficult for other swordsmanship to defeat him, but the cultivation conditions of the Peerless Divine Sword are extremely harsh, and now there is no one to cultivate on Huashan Mountain......

This time, the Huashan Sword Discussion is the Huashan Sword Sect presided over the operation, and not long ago he also offered a reward of 500,000 taels of gold to Lin Yu's head, this Liang Zi has already been knotted, this time no matter what, no matter whether Lin Yu is a minion of Dongchang or not, he can't let him leave Huashan alive, now he is young, he has already achieved such an achievement, if he is let go, it is undoubtedly a tiger returning to the mountain, with his martial arts, it will not take ten years, I am afraid that no one in the world can kill him.

Feng Jianping saw that his master did not answer, but fell into deep thought, and raised his voice a little more and said respectfully: "Master, master, the apprentice wants to fight Lin Yu and raise the prestige of my Huashan, and I hope that your old man will be gracious!"