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"Crack!"

The instant the two fists collided, the explosive power of the Shaolin God Fist finally exploded out, like a torrent of water, as it howled and slammed into Xiao Lingyun's body. Xiao Lingyun instantly felt as if his body was being knocked over by a mountain, and his arms were trembling with this force.

"Waa, this power, how is this possible? — How can you have such strong power?"

This scene should have happened on Ling Jian's body. Only when the blood light had shot into his eyes and he frantically caught his severed right arm, causing his body to be swept several dozen times through the air before lying on the ground thirty meters away, did he open his eyes wide like a dead dog and faint on the surface. It was only then did he realize that he had lost.

"Junior Brother Ling Yun!"

"Nephew Ling Yun!"

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Amidst the cries of surprise, the elders who had been sitting steadily on their seats all stood up in shock. Their eyes revealed looks of disbelief as they stared at Xiao Lingyun, who was unconscious on the ground. As for the third elder, Xiao Lingyun, he had lost his cool and was lying beside Xiao Lingyun with a terrified expression on his face.

"Ling Jian, child."

At the same time, the Fifth Elder also stood up. However, his and the Third Elder's expressions were completely different, with a face full of excitement and joy. The fighting strength and techniques Ling Jian had displayed just now were all beyond his expectations, and he was extremely satisfied.

The scene just now was simply too fast.

In just a split-second, Xiao Lingyun, who had been suppressing Ling Jian, was actually sent flying by Ling Jian's fist. Now, he was lying on the ground like a dead dog.

"How is this possible?"

The sect disciples who had been mocking Ling Jian earlier, and were not optimistic about Ling Jian at all, now all sucked in a breath of cold air. They looked at Ling Jian in panic, as if they had seen a ghost.

"Xiao Lingyun, you have to see for yourself who exactly is the true trash!"

Ling Jian slowly retracted his fist. Once the Shaolin Divine Fist was unleashed, it would take a very long time to retract it. After he retracted it, he glanced at Xiao Lingyun and spoke.

"You …"

Xiao Lingyun had just woken up and was already suffering from internal injuries. Upon hearing Ling Jian's words, he was so angry that he fell into a rage. He spat out a mouthful of blood and passed out once more.

"Ling Yun!"

Third Elder Xiao Lingyun cried out in shock as he turned around to look at Ling Jian with a venomous glare.

The vicious words came out from his mouth:

"Little bastard, you actually dare to injure my most prized disciple!"

Xiao Lingxun's eyes were bloodshot, his entire body was filled with killing intent.

Ling Jian Zong was not afraid as he sneered, "Third Elder, punches and kicks have no eyes, this is something that we had said before when we first made a move. All the elders are here as evidence, could it be that Third Elder is going to break this rule?!"

Ling Jian took a step forward, confident.

Come on, Third Elder, this Young Sect Master is waiting for you to break the rules.

"Xiao Ling`er, do you still want to fight?"

Sensing Xiao Ling's intention, the Fifth Elder, Luo Tianyan, immediately let out a thunderous roar of rage. This time, he was truly furious, Xiao Ling and his disciple had deliberately tried to deal with Ling Jian, and Xiao Ling had even intended to borrow the Three Headed Python before he had reached the mountain to cause unexpected injuries. Now that he also intended to take action, how could he allow the other party to continue acting presumptuously?

This time, Luo Tianyan was ready to throw caution to the wind. If the third elder continued to bully the young, then he could only kill Xiao Ling Ming on the spot in front of everyone in the Cirrus House.

Even if the Grand Elder was here, he would still dare to do so!

"Great Elder!"

However, he did not dare to directly ask the Great Elder for help. This layer of concealment was seen by Ling Jian, and he could not help but laugh coldly to himself, [This Great Elder is wearing the same pants as the Third Elder and the rest, and he is also frustrated. At this time, after seeing his plan fail again and again, and suffering such a huge setback, he is still able to remain calm.

That's right, the person lying on the ground right now was not someone of his Great Elder. How could he possibly be impatient?

"Great Elder!"

Fifth Elder Luo Tianyan also turned his gaze over. He did not know that the First Elder was already in cahoots with the other three Great Elders and acted as if it was a matter of fact. He spoke in a sincere tone, "Great Elder, the rules have already been decided beforehand.

Great Elder Ye Tian was silent. He secretly cursed Xiao Lingyun for being trash. Then, he suddenly opened his eyes and was about to speak.

"Ling Jian, what a ruthless move!"

A young man around twenty-one years old walked out. He wore a blood-red cape, and his eyes were flickering with a vicious light. It was none other than Ye Xue Yue, who had once had a conflict with Ling Jian.

The disciple that the Great Elder was most proud of, Ye Xue Yue!

The Grand Elder was about to say something when he saw this person appear, but he stopped in his tracks. His murky eyes flickered with a bright light, and he closed his eyes.

Ling Jian similarly stared at his opponent without restraint, while his opponent similarly locked on to him in a ruthless manner.

Had this kid finally appeared? I thought you wouldn't show up. Fine, I will return the punch I gave you when we went up the mountain.

Ling Jian thought fiercely in his heart. He had already put Ye Xue Yue under the label of absolute death.

Initially, this brat had only planned to kill the second elder's prized disciple, You Chen, after killing him. Now, if he wanted to thoroughly arouse the elder's anger and make the first elder's rage, Ye Xue Yue would definitely die.

The Grand Elder's shrewdness far exceeded Ling Jian's imagination. It seemed that it would be impossible to not be ruthless in dealing with such a person.

"As long as we are fighting in the same sect, there will be no eyes at all. This is just a saying, I never thought that our Young Lord would be so ruthless. With your actions, I'm afraid none of the Qing-Yun disciples will be able to convince you." If this senior had not seen wrongly, the fist art that you used, Young Sovereign, should not be the fist art of the Qing-Yun Sect, right? As a disciple of the Qing-Yun Sect, and also the Young Sect Master, how can you not build up your image, randomly practice other sects' fist techniques, and deal with the local disciples? "

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