However, the straight punch of this awakened warrior was actually blocked. There was a "boom boom" sound from his fist, as if a hundred magic carriages were rolling over it, but it still couldn't move forward an inch. Then he felt a huge force on his chest, and he flew up, breaking through a screen wall next to him. After a long time, he covered his chest and crawled up in dust. It seemed that he was not seriously injured.

Looking at his chest armor, there was a huge fist mark! The knuckle marks were still there! I didn't know when he was hit!

You know, the twelve paladins who came here were all wearing heritage plate armor suits, and the metal thickness of the breastplate was almost as thick as a finger, and that punch hit this guy's chest silently, and the power was so amazing.

Not only that, the "middle-aged man" standing with his hands behind his back in the courtyard snorted again! After this snort, everyone, including the two bishops, groaned, and immediately felt a breeze blowing in their faces, but the breeze actually carried an indescribable force, blowing all of them all over the place, staggering and stumbling backwards! !

The people in the temple were shocked and angry. When had they ever suffered such a big loss? Several paladins had already taken out their weapons in anger, but they saw the middle-aged man slowly turn around, his face covered with frost, and said:

"You, the disciples of Signy, are really too outrageous. Don't you have any manners at all?"

Signy is none other than the contemporary Patriarch of the Holy Temple.

As soon as the middle-aged man turned around, a strong pressure came over him, and everyone saw his face clearly. Bishop Charles was stunned for a moment and said in a lost voice:

"Who are you? You! Are you Mr. Feng Lin? Have you... broken through the barrier and entered the legendary realm?"

Bishop Charles was almost seventy years old. In his impression, Feng Lin was an old man with white hair and beard and a vigorous spirit. He was completely different from the calm middle-aged man with a burly figure and black hair in front of him.

However, Xia Erluo's father was an old acquaintance of Feng Lin. Xia Erluo remembered that when he was a teenager, he had visited the Fengquanliu Dojo. At that time, Feng Lin, who had just come out of seclusion, was in his fifties and looked almost the same as he does now. Originally, this incident had been suppressed in the deepest part of his memory, but with external stimulation at this time, this memory fragment was suddenly recalled!

What Xia Erluo called "breaking barriers" is the name given to the realm above the second awakening by some high-end professionals. It means breaking through the barriers of mortals. The body will return to its best state before death and maintain the strongest combat power at all times, as if time has gone back. There is also a name for it, which is to simply call it a legend!

Before, Feng Lin looked old, frail and skinny, but he was actually stuck at this step. He gathered all his energy and spirit into one point inside, and his soul had been sublimated like never before. With Du Yuqi's help, he took that step smoothly, and both his body and soul had reached perfection.

After hearing what Xia Erluo said, Feng Lin did not speak, but pointed in this direction with a sullen face. The paladins who had drawn their weapons immediately groaned, and felt an indescribable gust of wind blowing in front of them. The power contained in it was like a heavy punch hitting them head-on. They barely managed to parry, but they could not hold on at all. They staggered backwards continuously until they arrived at the large martial arts square in front of the dojo and finally stopped staggering!

Clear fist marks suddenly appeared on their plate armor chests! The problem was that these awakened warriors had no idea where the fists that hit them came from!

At this time they suddenly remembered one thing, this is a martial arts hall, the name of this place is "Wind Fist Style"!!!

Before, almost everyone thought that "Wind Fist" was just a nickname, describing the fist of Feng Zhen, the grandmaster of boxing, which was as fast as the wind. However, it seems that Feng Lin has also caught up with his ancestor and entered the same realm. I'm afraid that the word "Wind Fist" is not a metaphor at all, but a true description! !

Feng Lin then said in a deep voice:

"Don't the people in the Holy Hall have any manners at all? You didn't even say hello. Didn't you see that I'm teasing the younger generation?"

What else could Bishop Mia and Bishop Xiaerluo say at this time? They looked at each other and could only apologize. They were already regretting it. If they had known that there was such a top god here, why would they come here to suffer? Strictly speaking, there were strong people with the second awakening in such a huge temple, but none of them had reached the realm beyond the second awakening!

At this time, the awakened paladins were also stunned. How could they have thought that they would run into such an iron plate? They could only hang their heads in dejection and think that they were unlucky. At this time, Du Yuqi came over with a "sudden realization", then looked at the fat man Smith next to him and smiled:

"Oh, isn't this Mr. Smith? Sorry, sorry, the teacher is scolding me because I failed the test today. Even though you are here now, you still have to wait."

Fatty Smith wiped his sweat and laughed dryly:

"Of course, of course."

Du Yuqi laughed and said:

"Or if you have something to do, you can go back first? I just happen to have an appointment with someone from the Expo this afternoon, so why don't we discuss the matter together?"

Why did the group of people from the Holy Hall come here? Of course, they wanted to steal the deal before others. How could they agree to this condition and discuss the purchase of the brilliant universe souls together? Wouldn't that turn it into an auction between two parties? The Holy Hall even instructed that they must obtain this batch of brilliant universe souls and not allow any loss! They even hinted that they would even use force to suppress it.

That is why Bishop Mia and Bishop Charles mobilized such a large number of people.

However, their actions seemed to be completely predicted, and there was such a god waiting for them here! Just standing here, he could suppress the powerful lineup of the twelve Knights of the Round Table!

Feng Lin left the people from the Holy Hall alone for half an hour before he finished "teaching" Du Yuqi a lesson and asked him to go out to meet the guests. During this half hour, the people from the Holy Hall could only wait obediently without doing anything improper.

Next, Bishop Mia and Bishop Charles were invited in somewhat numbly. Even though the temple served expensive sand bee cactus fruit tea, which obviously tasted very sweet and lasting, it tasted bitter in the mouth. The exquisite pastries next to it were also tasteless.

After the guests and hosts were seated, Bishop Charles smiled and said:

"We came here this time for the forty-seven brilliant cosmic souls in your hands, Pastor Du. I didn't expect that you are Mr. Feng Lin's disciple. After all, we are old friends."

Du Yuqi laughed and said:

"Yes, yes, that's why I talked to the Holy Temple first. Otherwise, I can just give this thing to the organizer of the Expo. Wouldn't it save trouble and effort? By the way, I don't have forty-seven brilliant cosmic souls in my hand now, but only forty-two."

"What?" Bishop Mia's face suddenly changed: "How could this happen?"

Du Yuqi smiled and said:

"Of course it's because someone else took out something I wanted, and I exchanged it with him. What? I exchanged my own things with someone else, and the Holy Church has an opinion and wants to intervene?"

Du Yuqi's last words were neither sarcastic nor ambiguous, and Bishop Mia was immediately choked. In fact, the brilliant cosmic soul in Du Yuqi's hand had long been regarded as a sure thing by them. At this time, he spoke subconsciously with a wrong mentality, and naturally Du Yuqi seized the opportunity to retort.

Du Yuqi looked at the time and knocked on the table.

"I have an appointment this afternoon, and I don't want to test the waters with you guys. Let me put forward the conditions. If you think the Holy Hall can agree to it, I will give it to you. If you think you can't accept it, then I will directly put it up for auction."

Du Yuqi's words cut the Gordian knot so quickly that Bishop Charles breathed a sigh of relief and said gently:

"This is the best, this is the best, Pastor Du, what do you think?"

Du Yuqi said:

"First, I have two pieces of the Seven Wounds Sword Qi Set in my hands. The Holy Hall needs to help me collect the remaining seven pieces."

As soon as he said this condition, Bishop Charles took a deep breath, and he also noticed that this was the first one! !

Du Yuqi continued:

"Second, I want to enter the Hall of Heroes in the Cathedral, and the Cathedral must allow me to pick out something from there..."

"This is impossible!" Bishop Mia roared angrily before Du Yuqi could say anything: "No one will agree to your unreasonable request!"