With a miserable howl, the long sword had fallen to the ground, and the man with the sword stepped back as if he had seen a ghost, obviously extremely afraid of the speed of Yang Lin's move, because the stick hit just now did not have a trace of warning at all, and when he felt it, his arm was already broken.

"Pointing a sword at a man also depends on who you are referring to, and cutting off your hand today is considered a lesson, and if you don't get out, your mouth will be broken. Caressing the body of the stick, Yang Lin said with a sneer, the white clothes on his body were windless, and the black hair vaguely covered the ruthless eyes, which was even more mysterious.

Injured two people in a row, both of them were heavy-handed, and several Qingyun disciples immediately surrounded Yang Lin in the middle, took out the spiritual weapon in their hands, and they were strictly vigilant but did not dare to make a rash move.

The shadow of the stick had disappeared, and everyone couldn't help but shrink their heads and retreat, for fear that when the shadow of the stick reappeared, it would have fallen on their heads.

I saw Yang Lin interlace his hands, gently breaking the joints, making a 'rattling' crisp sound, as if he wanted to solve the problem with his fists, just put away the stick just now, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but the spirit weapon in his hand was not put away, but forced forward a few points.

"Group fighting, didn't you shout heads-up just now?Is this how the Qingyun tribe challenges?"

"Abolish him, kill two clansmen in a row, presumably the Holy King will not blame us and others!" The talents of the younger generation of the Qingyun tribe will not be easily intimidated by Yang Lin's few words, and a Qingyun disciple standing on the periphery suddenly shouted loudly, a flying sword in his hand has been sacrificed, reflecting the sunshine of the west, and quickly slashed to Yang Lin's neck.

One person made a move, and several people around at the same time sacrificed the spiritual weapons in their hands, spears, short knives, hook hammers, etc., flashing a little cold light, tearing apart the void, and attacking Yang Lin, looking at it from a distance, it was like a ball of light emitting cold light, and the wind was shining.

"This Yang Lin is ruthless, but this is over, so many monks of the same level are besieging him, I am afraid that the immortal cultivation will also be abolished, so let's quickly spread the sound of the Holy Maiden to help, if you don't inform it, I'm afraid that the Holy Maiden will be blamed, and I will suffer again." Qinglu in the distance had stretched his neck and looked nervously at the chaotic battle, and a maid said urgently.

"Look!" Before the maid could send out the jade talisman, she saw a more dazzling silver light emanating from the ball of light that was flying around the spiritual weapon, and then the thunder sensationalized, several spiritual weapons had already flown in response, and a violent air mass spread outward from the middle, like a stone stirring up a thousand layers of Lang, swinging into the distance.

Before the qi stopped, a figure had already stepped into the air, and the ten silver thunder whips in his hands were like the wrath of the gods, flashing thunder and lightning, slashing at the Qingyun disciples who were embraced below. The thunder was sensational, the screams were repeated, and more than ten figures were stained with thunder and lightning, and the thunder and lightning that came out of nowhere didn't give these Qingyun disciples time to think at all, and they had knocked several people to the ground, convulsing.

The rest of the people were also trembling, wanting to summon back the spirit weapon and then rush to kill, but the speed of the thunder whip was too fast, in the blink of an eye, there were several thunder whips added to the body, and the powerful power of thunder and lightning was crazy in its body, and it was only a few breaths, and no one could stand in the field, all of them fell to the ground and convulsed, moaning and screaming in pain.

Yang Lin in mid-air was also strong with surging blood, his breathing was a little heavy, and just now he also used the power of thunder and lightning to suddenly cast the power of thunder and lightning, and used the ten-finger light whip to knock those spiritual weapons away, and then used thunder and lightning to knock them all down.

If there was no surprise attack without the power of thunder and lightning, even if Yang Lin's mana was deeper than that of the same level, and he dealt with more than ten monks of the same level at the same time, he was afraid that he would be knocked to the ground if he repelled a few people.

The silver light flashed suddenly, and it had disappeared at Yang Lin's ten fingertips, although the bodies in front of the hall were twitching, but the Qingyun disciples who had recovered some clear spirits in their brains couldn't help but let out a sigh, sighing that it was planted today, but fortunately, they were not seriously injured, not like the two who were beaten.

It's just that when Yang Lin took out the shining stick again with his right hand, several figures below exclaimed at the same time, and there were even two people with slightly deeper mana, who got up and wanted to escape.

"It consumed so much of my mana, wouldn't it be a pity if you let you escape!" pointed at the tip of the stick, an eight-colored whip shadow had appeared out of thin air, like a long snake, rolling the two of them separately, and pulling them back to the front of the temple, like an old tree coiled to the roots, between breaths, it had been wrapped into a cocoon by the eight-colored light whip, standing in place.

When the two streams of pure mana surged towards Yang Lin like a spring, the eight-colored light whip was like a branch of a tree root, and at the same time, more than ten branches poked out, rolling up all the Qingyun disciples who fell to the ground around them, and at the same time sending mana to Yang Lin.

Qingyun Mountain is green all the year round, but the autumn is always a little cool, the breeze steps across the bluestone road, rushing towards the dozen or so light cocoons, just meet the light and scatter on both sides, such as the wall blockage.

The figure had already landed, and Yang Lin, who was sitting in the middle of the field with his knees crossed, enjoying the pure mana transmitted from all around, his black hair was raised without wind, and his expression gradually became stable, and he no longer had the tired look just now.

The door of the palace had already been opened, and the three beasts of Ying Long stood beside Yang Lin, facing outward, with a serious expression and a murderous expression, a look of guarding and guarding.

The surroundings were already full of Qingyun people, pointing and pointing, but they were all whispering, and after someone explained what had happened, they were even more bold and scolded loudly, denouncing Yang Lin for acting arbitrarily in Qingyun Mountain and bullying the Qingyun people.

When the number of people gathers more and more, the voice of the condemners is even greater, but the Qingyun tribe knows more about the method of cultivating the truth, and seeing that the talents of the younger generation are not Yang Lin's opponents, they dare not step forward again, and they only denounce.

Naturally, someone passed the news to the three Taishang elders of the Qingyun tribe, and when the people of the three elders came, Yang Lin returned to the guest hall with the three beasts of Yinglong, closed the door and thanked the guests, leaving only a dozen Qingyun talents who fell to the ground, but fortunately, the breath was extremely weak, but there was no worry about life.

It was the children of the Qingyun tribe who came to challenge, and more than a dozen people were defeated by Yang Lin at the same time, although the tribesmen were indignant, they also felt shameless, but they didn't make any more trouble in front of the guest hall, but they just shouted once, and then dispersed.

Hearing the voices of people outside the hall, one person and three beasts looked at each other and smiled, absorbing the mana of more than a dozen fellow cultivators, Yang Lin had long lost his sense of exhaustion, but felt that his mana was a little deeper, and after chatting a few words, he breathed his own breath.

The next morning, the rain and dew were a little heavier. Ying Long gently pushed open the door of the palace, looked up at the rising sun in the east, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he seemed to be extremely disdainful, but the next moment, Ying Long's face sank, because at this time he noticed that on the bluestone road opposite the temple gate, a man in green clothes was sitting firmly.

is not very old, his face is like a crown of jade, his lips are bright, and he is a very beautiful person if he is replaced by a daughter. Playing with a low praise, Ying Long shouted: "But you're here to challenge?"

"Exactly!"

"You are a person in the early stage of returning to the void to pick and choose the late stage of the transformation of the gods, you can still say it is reasonable, do you want to be ashamed!" Looking at a few young men in green clothes coming from a distance, Ying Long said a little meanly.

"With one enemy and sixteen, I can still easily win, and easily climb the ninety-nine gold bricks, I am even worse, how can I bully the weak with the strong. The man said lightly.

"Then can I challenge you?" said Ying Long, almost a scoundrel.

"There are too many differences in cultivation, and there is the body of a divine beast, this is the real bullying of the weak with the strong. The red lips opened lightly, and the man had no fear, as if he didn't believe that Ying Long dared to make a move.

"You look more beautiful than me, are you considered strong! I will only pick on you to take advantage of the place and say, who will not say, if all the clansmen of your Qingyun tribe are like this, then Yang Lin does not need to accompany the saint to visit Qingyun Mountain. Ying Long suddenly jumped up and shouted at the few people who came over: "Go back and spread a word to your people, and you can challenge casually in the late stage of the transformation of gods, but only today." If you are a shameless Returning to the Void Realm, it is fine, but it should not be Yang Lin's business, not that you are afraid of how high your cultivation will be. ”

When the few Qingyun disciples who had just arrived saw Ying Long's violent uprising, their momentum immediately weakened, and they wanted to find trouble again, but they didn't dare to make a sound when they saw Ying Long's strength, but when they saw the man sitting at the front of the guest hall, they couldn't help but go around and keep complimenting him.

"I've seen Senior Brother Qi!"

"Senior Brother Qi wants me to fight for the Qingyun clan!"

The man known as Senior Brother Qi nodded slightly, but he didn't make a sound, just glanced at Ying Long, then closed his eyes and said nothing, his anger didn't grow, his face was not red, and he obviously wanted to be that shameless person.

After a few words of ridicule, Ying Long stopped arguing with these juniors, spat fiercely to the sky, held his head high, and strode back to the guest hall.

In the guest hall, the three beasts sat around Yang Lin, who had no breath, but his face was a little gloomy, and there was a difference of one order in the cultivation realm, but in fact, it was a huge difference, far from being as simple as a layer difference in the same realm.

The higher the cultivation, the greater the gap in the realm, how could Ying Long and Gu Mo not understand, they couldn't help but feel a little worried, just waiting for Yang Lin to send it back, persuade him to stop, and when the Qingyun Holy Maiden came tomorrow, he thought that the man surnamed Qi at the door would not leave if he didn't leave.

However, the Wind Thunder Leopard is extremely confident in Yang Lin, but a demon beast in the early stage of returning to the void was subdued by a person like Yang Lin in the later stage of the transformation of the gods, it is really a shameful thing, if it is on the lips, it will be even more embarrassing, so it is only comforting, but it is not said deeply.

After a stick of incense, I saw Yang Lin's body move slightly, and gradually stretched out his arms and stretched. "Yang Lin, I ...... just now" Ying Long was about to speak, but was stopped by Yang Lin with his hand.

"In yesterday's battle, the Qingyun tribe was already shocked, although the Holy King had no instructions, but the three Supreme Elders couldn't withstand the pleas of the elders and some elders in the clan, and sent the strongest younger generation of disciples. Presumably the man has already come, let's go, I'll meet him for a while. Seemingly aware of what happened, Yang Lin smiled and said nonchalantly.

"Then the Qingyun Holy Maiden will come to help!" Gu Mo interjected and asked.