Mr. Gao Leng is a dragon

That Daoist Sun was not so rampant, he just stared straight at Hei Lin, cupped his hands and said: "Sun Sanwu of the poor Taoist Qingyun Mountain, dare I ask you how to call him?"

Hei Lin ignored him and just looked at him coldly.

Fat San Qiushi on the side stared at the three of them, his heart pounding.

Jindan real person?

Only Daoist Changshan has reached the Golden Core stage in Ziyun Palace, and I don’t know the patriarch...

Seeing Hei Lin being so arrogant and rude, Daoist Sun suddenly became angry from embarrassment, waved the Buddha dust in his hand, and said coldly: "Let me teach you!"

He flew up suddenly, and Buddha Chen flung towards Hei Lin.

Qiu Shi's heart tightened.

Judging by this person's posture, he is stronger than Qin Wenshi!

He quickly looked at Hei Lin.

Patriarch, you have to be careful!

When the powerful enemy attacked, Hei Lin didn't even move his feet, only sneered, and stretched out his hand to pat it.

A huge palm force rushed towards Sun Daochang, hitting the man's chest directly.

Seeing this man vomit blood, he flew back and fell heavily on the stone at the gate of the courtyard.

Qiushi Pangsan opened his mouth, dumbfounded.

One... one move?The patriarch beat someone until he vomited blood and fell to the ground with just one move?

That's Jindan Daoist!

Not only the two of them were stunned, but everyone in the yard was shocked.

After bragging for a long time about how powerful Qingyun Mountain is, and how advanced Sun Daochang's cultivation is, he is no match for someone's random palm?

The third son of Yu didn't dare to shout anymore, Madam Yu also forgot to cry...

Zeng Xuliang looked at Hei Lin with both admiration and worry.

This Daoist is really powerful.But he defeated Daoist Sun with one palm, without mercy, and offended Qingyun Mountain, I'm afraid there will be a catastrophe!

The three disciples who were the masters of Ziyun Palace were the first to come back to their senses, closed their mouths to put back their stunned expressions, and quickly waved their arms and shouted: "The master of Ziyun Palace's cultivation is unrivaled..."

But just as they cheered, Hei Lin suddenly turned his head, his cold eyes swept away, so frightened that they quickly lowered their arms, closed their mouths and drooped their heads, not daring to be presumptuous again.

The black and thin Taoist priest of Qingyun Mountain finally recovered from the shock, and hurriedly ran to Sun Sanwu, shouting: "Senior Brother, Senior Brother..."

But Sun Sanwu could only vomit blood, and he couldn't respond to him at all while clutching his chest.

The black and thin Taoist priest glanced at the horse-faced Taoist priest running over, and winked: Get out!

Even the big brother can't take a move, what can the two little characters do?

The two originally wanted to say a few harsh words before retreating, threatening Hei Lin: You wait for me.

But they dare not, they are afraid of death.

They had just set up Sun Sanwu before they took a step, when a cold voice suddenly came from behind: "Stop!"

The two of them seemed to be frozen, they didn't dare to move, and slowly turned their heads to look at Hei Lin who spoke.

The horse-faced Taoist tremblingly said: "You...what do you want to do?"

Hei Lin snorted coldly: "Don't you want to teach me? How can you leave before the competition is over?"

The two immediately threw Sun Sanwu down, knelt down and begged for mercy: "Immortal Chief, don't compare, let's admit defeat..."

Hei Lin pushed Qiu Shi forward: "You ants, how can you be worth my shot? If you can beat my junior brother, I will spare you my death."

Qiu Shi looked back at Hei Lin in a daze.

Grandpa wants him to make a move?

Those two looked at Qiu Shi tremblingly.

Although she couldn't see her cultivation base, she was tender and tender, shy, so her cultivation base shouldn't be too high, right?

The head of Ziyun Palace hasn't even established a foundation yet!It is impossible for everyone to hide as deeply as Bingshan face.

The two suddenly had some courage and stood up.

Hei Shou Taoist cupped his hands and said: "Can the fairy count what he says?"

Hei Lin snorted coldly: "Nature counts."

He took off Qiu Shi's heavy fur robe and said, "Go!"

Qiu Shi was still in a daze, when the deep and gentle voice of the patriarch suddenly sounded in his head: Don't be afraid, they are only at the second level of Qi training, this is a good opportunity for you to practice swordsmanship.

Qiu Shi swallowed, pursed his lips tightly, gritted his teeth and drew out his sword.

What are you afraid of?Think of it as sword practice.He must not lose the face of the patriarch.

Hei Lin looked at Fat San again: Look at it.

Fat San nodded in bewilderment, clutching his bouncing chest. Although the junior brother has reached the fifth level of Qi training, the training time for the junior brother is too short, and he has never fought with anyone before. one……

One of the two men on Qingyun Mountain swung out Buddha dust, and the other drew out his sword. They looked at each other, and they all rushed towards Qiushi.

Qiu Shi shook his heart and went up to meet him with a sword.

If he can't beat these two people, then what's the revenge?

Today he wants to win no matter what, and he must not lose the face of his patriarch.

When the real swords and guns met, Qiu Shi realized that it was not so good to shoot. Although two-on-one, the moves of the two were not as fast as light and shadow, and not as complicated as light and shadow.

Seeing that Qiu Shi didn't take too much effort in the test, Fat San's heart that was about to jump in his throat gradually returned to its original position.

According to this posture, the younger brother will not lose.

But when did the little junior brother become so powerful in swordsmanship?

He remembered that when he was in Ziyun Palace, his junior brother was only working every day, and he hadn't learned anything!

Could it be taught by the patriarch?

The younger brother's talent is too high!It's only been a few days!His swordsmanship is even more advanced than that of him who has been practicing swords for many years...

There is also the sword of the little junior brother, one can tell at a glance that it is also given by the patriarch?

In less than ten moves, those two people in Qingyun Mountain lost the wind, and in less than fifty moves, those two people couldn't stand it anymore and shouted for mercy.

Qiu Shi was about to stop, when the deep voice of the patriarch came back to his mind: luck, swing the sword, stab!

Qiu Shi hurriedly did so, and stabbed with his sword, the two of them flew half a foot away in an instant, fell to the ground hard, and vomited blood while clutching their chests.

Patriarch's voice sounded again: Good!Put away your sword and come back.

Qiu Shi hastily retracted his sword, then bowed his sword to the two people who were lying on the ground and couldn't get up, and then...as if stepping on clouds, he returned to the patriarch's side with one foot high and one foot low.

His mind is dizzy, he... he won?

Hei Lin held his hand, smiled and said, "Good job!"

Fat San was about to go forward to congratulate him, but the patriarch suddenly looked at him and said sharply, "It's your turn."

Fat San was stunned: "Master Patriarch, my...disciple is going too?"

Hei Lin frowned slightly on his beautiful Chang'e eyebrows, and said displeasedly: "They insult Ziyun Palace, why don't you teach them a lesson?"

Speaking of Purple Cloud Palace, Fat Sanyi gritted his teeth and drew out his sword: "Master Patriarch, come on disciple."

Although he doesn't have as high a cultivation level as his younger brother, he has also practiced swordsmanship in Ziyun Palace for many years, and today his cultivation level has finally reached the first level of Qi training.

He fought.

If he dared to insult Ziyun Palace, he would never let it go.

Hei Lin pointed to Fat San: "He has just reached the first floor of Qi training."

Looking at the black and thin Taoist priest again, he said, "Come out! If you defeat him, I will let you go."

The black and thin Taoist priest was holding his chest and panting!After hearing this, I immediately understood.

This dare to use the two of them to practice!

But even if he doesn't want to, he still has to go. He didn't beat that little boy just now, and he was worried that he wouldn't be able to leave!Give him another chance, of course he will grab it.

He is at the second level of Qi training, so I don't believe it, with his cultivation base and years of experience, will he be able to beat a young boy?

Hei Shou Taoist got up holding his sword, and facing Fat San, he clapped his hands together: "Please!"

They waved their swords and gestured back and forth, while Hei Lin and Qiu Shi whispered: "Just now, how do you feel about it?"

Qiu Shi gradually recovered from the excitement, stood next to Hei Lin, and with a shaking voice, told the patriarch what he had learned from the competition just now.

He spoke slowly and vaguely, but Heilin listened patiently with a smile on his lips.

When he finally finished speaking, Hei Lin asked, "Do you know why I let you swing your sword luckily just now?"

Qiushi shook his head blankly.

he does not know.

Hei Lin turned his head to look at the two people who were competing, and said in a deep voice: "When they beg for mercy, if you stop, you will definitely be counterattacked by them. Remember, you must beat the opponent until they are powerless to fight back. And retreat."

Qiu Shi blushed, and said in a low voice, "Yes...I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter." Hei Lin held his hand, and said gently: "After a lot of experience in the future, I will naturally know."

Zeng Xuliang glanced at the two sword-holding contestants on the court, and then at Hei Lin Qiushi.

This black-robed Taoist priest is very cold to others, but he is so gentle to this little Taoist priest.

Eyes are full of doting...

The competition gradually came to an end, the black and thin Taoist leader was exhausted, fell behind, and hurriedly begged for mercy.

After all, Fat San had been practicing swordsmanship in Ziyun Palace for many years, and he knew people's hearts were unpredictable, so he didn't need to be reminded by the patriarch, so he beat the black and thin Taoist priest until he couldn't get up, then put away his sword, cupped his hands and said: "I've accepted."

Then he happily returned to Hei Lin's side, bowed deeply, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Patriarch."

He is not stupid, his cultivation base is lower than that of the Hei Shou Dao Master in Qingyun Mountain, but he can still win, it must be the Patriarch secretly helping him, suppressing the cultivation base of the Hei Shou Dao Master.

Originally thought that the patriarch didn't care about Ziyun Palace, and he was only willing to let him follow because of Qiu Shi's relationship.But I never thought that the patriarch would protect Ziyun Palace like this?To train him so hard?

Not only did he teach him how to cultivate his mind, but he also set up an enchantment to protect him, and now he is still trying to get him to practice...

To Fat San, Hei Lin didn't have a very good face, didn't say that he did a good job, and didn't say that he didn't do a bad job, just nodded slightly.

But Fat San was still very excited.After today's battle, he would like to see how Qingyun Mountain will have a foothold in the Jianghu in the future?

The three people in Ziyun Palace didn't dare to flatter Hei Lin Qiushi, but Fat San still dared to flatter, they surrounded him, cupped their hands and said, "Brother Fat San, I haven't seen you for a few days, your cultivation has soared! congratulations……"

They said they admired it, but they were jealous in their hearts.

Fat San was really lucky to be spotted by the patriarch...

If I knew that I shouldn't bully my junior brother with the surname Dai back then, if they could also follow the patriarch, then their cultivation base must be advancing as fast as Fat San and junior brother...

Fat San didn't want to see the three of them, but as a brother of the same school, he couldn't do too much, so he had to bow his hands in return: "You have to hurry up and practice..."

While they were talking, the black and thin Taoist priest of Qingyun Mountain finally got up, knelt side by side with the horse-faced Taoist priest, and begged Hei Lin for mercy: "Prince Immortal, please forgive me!"