My disciple's cultivation returns ten thousand times, so I have to be invincible.

And under this punch, Murong Xue flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

"What? It's also a king-level profound skill!"

"Why does this kid also have a king-level profound skill?"

Wu Yun and others at the top were full of disbelief.

You know, it took their Tianyun Sect so many years of development to have a set of king-level swordsmanship, and it was only with Murong Xue's extraordinary talent that they were able to practice it successfully.

And Raymond Lam.

How can a young man from a small family in Fengtian City be able to perform king-level mystical skills?

Countless disciples watching the fight were also shocked and panicked by the unexpected events on the stage, their faces filled with disbelief.

They actually saw their idolized Senior Sister Murong being beaten up.

In the entire audience, only Zhong Qing was still standing with his hands behind his back, as calm as ever.

At this time, Lin Feng, who knocked Murong Xue away, did not show any mercy.

Scenes of humiliation I had suffered in the past came flooding back to my mind.

Grandpa was furious.

The Lin family never recovered.

All the grievances he had suffered burst out in his heart at this moment, condensing into a final punch, and bombarded Murong Xue.

Looking at this punch, Murong Xue's eyes were dazed.

The whole person was filled with panic.

His expression became a little crazy.

"why why."

"Why does this piece of trash have such strength?"

"Why does he also know King-level profound skills!!!"

But no matter how many doubts there were in her mind, she couldn't think too much. She only knew that the punch was getting closer and closer, and the threat of death was getting stronger and stronger.

She had to admit that she was defeated by the loser Lin Feng.

And he might even die at his hands.

All the pride that the Saint had given her was instantly shattered. Thinking only of how to survive, she screamed hysterically, "Master, save me!"

Wu Yun naturally also saw this scene.

There was murderous intent in his eyes.

This little bastard actually wanted to kill his apprentice in front of him.

"Stop it, you little bastard!"

With a loud shout, Wu Yun stepped into the air and slapped Lin Feng directly with his palm.

When Zhong Qing in the audience saw this, his face darkened. He teleported to Lin Feng's side and directly blocked the attack.

Wu Yun also took advantage of this gap, picked up Murong Xue, returned to the platform, and checked Murong Xue's injuries. After seeing that Murong Xue was not seriously injured, his fiery eyes finally returned to normal.

"What a shameless Tianyun Sect!"

Holding Lin Feng in his arms, Zhong Qing looked gloomily at Wu Yun, who was at the top, and said solemnly, "Before the battle began, you said that once we got on the ring, it would be a matter of life and death. No matter what happened, no one else would be allowed to intervene. As the leader of a sect, do you think your words are just bullshit?"

"Hmph, so what?"

Facing Zhong Qing's questioning, Wu Yun's face remained calm, and he said in a cold voice: "The rule has always been that whoever has the fist and the shit has the final say."

"Ha ha ha ha."

"What a good rule. Whoever has the bigger fist has the final say."

Wu Yun's words made Zhong Qing laugh out loud, "Then I want to see how big your Tianyun Sect's fist is."

"Boy, you're quite arrogant." Wu Yun stared at Zhong Qing with murderous intent and said coldly, "You dare to run to my Tianyun Sect and act wildly, and even kill my Tianyun Sect's deacon in public. Do you think you can get away with it?"

"Third Elder, Fourth Elder, Fifth Elder."

"exist."

"Kill them both, the master and the disciple, for me."

"Yes."

As soon as Wu Yun's voice fell, three old men flew out from behind Wu Yun and headed straight for Zhong Qing.

The three of them also emitted powerful fluctuations of cultivation.

Three Sun Profound Realm!

"Boy, you dare to cause trouble in my Tianyun Sect, then you should repent."

The third elder shouted coldly, and a huge palm print came down directly towards Zhong Qing.

The Fourth Elder and the Fifth Elder were equally unwilling to be outdone, and their overwhelming attacks came directly towards Zhong Qing from two other directions.

The joint attack of the three people directly blocked Zhong Qing's retreat.

However, facing the siege of the three Sun Profound Realm masters, Zhong Qing was not afraid at all, but instead had a sneer on his face.