Chapter 670

thump!

This kneeling made the audience deadly silent, and the entire auction venue was completely silent.

The ending that no one thought of, appeared in front of everyone, and everyone's brain was blank for a short time, and some couldn't understand what was going on.

I don't know how high the sky is, how can I bully you!

In the silent square, only the boy's arrogant and domineering voice echoed in everyone's ears.

The ferocious look on Lin Yun's face was rarely seen, and everyone who saw it was stunned and shocked. Obviously, none of these people expected that the seemingly handsome young man also had such a arrogant and fierce side.

The breeze blew, fluttering the young man's long hair, making everyone have to re-examine the young man in front of him.

The face of the leader of the Tianling City family was extremely ugly at this moment. Yang Pengfei's kneeling was like a ruthless slap in the face, and he slapped everyone in the face before he could prevent it.

Before, a leader was still clamoring to teach Lin Yun a lesson.

To fight for His Royal Highness You Ruo, let Lin Yun know what it is, and teach him to be a good man.

Unexpectedly, Yang Pengfei, who was thought to be a bargain, could easily crush Lin Yun. The defeat was so embarrassing, Lin Yun did not make a move, and only took three steps forward to let Yang Pengfei be defeated.

This is not over yet, when the last palm was shot, Yang Pengfei was actually powerless to resist. The youth in Tsing Yi, with a loud shout, plopped down to his knees.

On the beautiful face of Qing Ruoyou, there were endless waves, and the beautiful eyes lightly fell on Lin Yun.

Seemingly calm and unresponsive to such a result, Xiang Tianhe was standing beside her. His body trembled slightly, and he clearly felt that a terrifying chill was accumulating on Qing Ruoyou's body, causing a sense of fear in his heart, and he shivered a little.

Obviously, this result completely exceeded Qing Ruoyou's expectations.

She is aloof and arrogant, disdain to take action against Lin Yun, and bluntly, you are not worthy. With an order, I wanted the leaders outside Tianling City's Longyun Ranking to teach Lin Yun a lesson and smash his so-called pride.

But when Yang Pengfei knelt, it was all over.

Let what she said before, in retrospect, is so harsh and full of ridicule. That kneeling was not only a slap in the face, it slapped the faces of many leaders in Tianling City, but also slapped Qing Ruoyou's face firmly.

Since her debut, her body has always been shrouded in halo, and the three kings and Qiying have to be polite when they see her.

He had never suffered such grievances before, and now his heart was filled with monstrous killing intent, but because of what he had said before, he couldn't really take action against Lin Yun.

This kind of grievance made her feel extremely uncomfortable, her right hand as white as jade was clenched into a fist.

On the high platform, Luo Yu, who presided over the auction, took a deep look at Lin Yun and nodded secretly, this young man was indeed a little unusual.

More than him, now anyone can see that Lin Yun is by no means an ordinary leader.

With three steps and one palm, let Yang Pengfei kneel down and beg for mercy. Is it something that an ordinary leader can do?

"Damn..."

"If we can't restrain him today, our Tianling City's face will be a little lost."

"It's too embarrassing, this Yang Pengfei is a sword slave, and he can't be mad, but it turns out that his hands are so inferior."

There were some voices of discussion in the square. The local warriors in Tianling City who had been wanting to see Lin Yun's jokes all had an ugly expression on their faces.

"Lin Yun!"

At this moment, Chen Xiong's voice suddenly rang out. He stared at the other party with a cold look in his eyes. He pondered: "This method of yours is going too far. Brother Yang is defeated. Why humiliate the other party, don't you take Xiao Yunzong in your eyes?"

This is what everyone in Xiaoyun Sect wanted to say in their hearts.

The disciples of Xiaoyun Sect looked at Yang Pengfei who was kneeling on the ground, embarrassed and in pain, and glared at Lin Yun one by one. It's a pity that Yang Pengfei's defeat was so ugly, where did they have the courage to go forward and say more.

"humiliation?"

Lin Yun sneered at the corner of his mouth, and pondered: "In your opinion, he used to humiliate me, Lin Yun, with every mouthful of sword slaves before? People who humiliate others will always humiliate them! I don't mind my identity as a sword slave, It doesn't mean that I, Lin Yun, have no temper, since he didn't admit defeat, let's kneel!"

Damn it!

Chen Xiong was instantly furious, and Yang Pengfei didn't admit defeat, it was obviously because he was under the pressure of the opponent's momentum, he couldn't speak at all.

"Let him go!"

Chen Xiong looked down and said coldly.

The voice fell, a cold aura emanated from him, his long hair fluttered in an instant, and a terrifying pressure rose up.

Lin Yun said indifferently: "Interesting, what does it have to do with you whether I let it go or not? It's your turn to make irresponsible remarks!"

"Brother Chen let you release people quickly, don't be swaying. It's not us who has the final say in Tianling City, it's you who has the final say."

The aristocratic family Qin Ziluo glanced at Lin Yun coldly, and an aura slowly overwhelmed him.

"Sword slaves are really sword slaves, and if they gain a little bit of power, they are so rampant."

Jin Ling, the leader of the Jin family, glanced at Lin Yun and said lightly.

Several elites from aristocratic families opened their mouths one after another, asking Lin Yun to release Yang Pengfei indiscriminately. That tone was completely consistent with the order, as if Lin Yun did not obey, he would be doomed.

It never occurred to me that Yang Pengfei was ready to go out before, but he planned to kill Lin Yun with one shot.

I didn't want to give Lin Yun a chance to admit defeat!

In fact, these people didn't care about this at all, they just wanted to anger Lin Yun.

In their opinion, although Lin Yun defeated Yang Pengfei, that was all. They asked themselves in their hearts that Lin Yun had already used all his methods. As long as he did not underestimate the enemy, he could still crush the opponent.

Especially Chen Xiong, who is the strongest among the few, eager to try.

It's just a good opportunity from heaven, giving a chance to win a good impression in front of Qing Ruoyou. I originally thought that this cheap was picked up by Yang Pengfei in vain, who knew that this guy would not live up to his expectations.

Losing the face of Tianling City, he knelt down in front of Lin Yun.

That being the case, he can only do it himself.

Chen Xiong waved his long sleeves and said solemnly: "I will give you one last chance, do you want to let this person go or not? If you let it go, today's matter, I will at most ruin your cultivation. If you do not let it go, I will let you go. You know, there are more despicable tortures in this world than sword slaves, making you a slave forever!"

"To tell you the truth, since I made a move, I have no plans to let him get up." Lin Yun looked at the other party rather playfully, and said coldly, "I will be a slave forever? I'm afraid you don't have the ability."

When the voice fell, Lin Yun's eyes shot out a sharp edge, and the funeral flowers in the sword box on his back kept buzzing.

The innate sword intent in the body is accumulating crazily at this moment. In the blink of an eye, the skin he had hidden under the blue shirt burst open, and blood seeped out. The majestic Sword Intent kept stirring in his body, converging into a vast ocean with endless waves.

"It seems that you didn't take Chen's words seriously." Chen Xiong grinned, his smile was so penetrating that the chill in his eyes almost condensed into reality. The moment the voice fell, the figure flickered and rumbled, and the cold air that filled the sky and the earth suddenly condensed into an ancient stone tablet, hanging on its head with a cold wind like a knife, killing Lin Yun.

past.

"Cold Tablet Art!"

Seeing the ancient stone tablet, there was a sudden sensation in the field, and many people recognized it. This is the cold tablet art of the Chen family.

Only by cultivating this cold tablet art to a very advanced level, can the prototype of the ancient tablet be condensed.

Look at the ancient monument on top of Chen Xiong's head, not only the prototype has been formed, but even the inscriptions are faintly visible, and it has clearly reached the realm of condensing ancient monuments.

"Okay! Lin Yun will definitely lose this time! Once this monument is released, it is invincible in the same realm. No matter what your methods are, the cold monument is in hand, and all of them will be suppressed!"

"Haha, it's more than that simple to suppress. If this kid is ignorant, I guess he will be directly crushed by the stone tablet."

"I don't think so, but Chen Xiong said that he wants to be a slave forever. It should only abolish his cultivation base and make him a crippled person. This is the greatest torture for the geniuses!"

Before, the local warriors in Tianling City, who had rather ugly faces, had bright expressions in their eyes, and their expressions were filled with joy.

The four sides whispered softly, listening to Chen Xiong's ears, the ecstasy in his eyes became more and more intense.

After this battle, perhaps the Chen family's demeanor will surpass that of the Xiaoyun Sect, the largest sect in Tianling City. It really kills two birds with one stone. It can not only win the favor of Qing Ruoyou, but also greatly shock the Chen family's prestige.

People of my generation who practice martial arts should be so happy and grudge!

As soon as he thought of this, his face showed an extremely ferocious look, and he fiercely slaughtered towards Lin Yun.

But just as he was about to approach, a terrifying sword intent suddenly burst out from Lin Yun. That kind of sword intent, pure and clean, blends with the sky, and excels in this world.

Clang!

The majestic sword intent pervades the sky, reaching a level that shocks the world.

Xiang Tianhe was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped in shock. This is the innate sword intent of peak perfection!

It wasn't over yet, under the blessing of Jian Yi, Lin Yun suddenly burst into a monstrous domineering. That kind of domineering, attracting the wind in the animation sky, Lin Yun's eyes are between the contempt, arrogant in all directions, above the sky.

Click!

Before Chen Xiong could react, the ancient tablet above his head was stabbed by a sword light. Then it fell apart in an instant, and under this sword intent tearing, the internal organs were immediately pulled out of the cracks, and a mouthful of blood was spat out fiercely.

There was infinite horror in his eyes, and he suddenly wanted to retreat, and he immediately turned around and wanted to escape.

"Since you're here, don't leave!"

But Lin Yun's funeral flowers were sacrificed, how could he be allowed to leave, a sword slashed in a flash of golden light.

Pfft!

The body of the sword was like a whip, and it slammed hard on Chen Xiong's head, and he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood. Although it is only the body of the sword, not the blade falling down, the power is still as vast as a mountain range.

Almost instantly, under this pressure, Chen Xiong's knees softened, and he plopped down beside Yang Pengfei.

With a look of humiliation on his face, he desperately tried to struggle to stand up, but the fluttering burial foil just fell on top of his head so casually, no matter how hard he tried, it was useless.

"This……"

The audience was shocked. The Tianling City warriors who had laughed at Lin Yun before and would definitely be abolished were speechless like mute. I just felt that my face was extremely painful, and my eyes were full of shame.