Chapter 11 Deacon elders

Lin Yun was confident of practicing two killer moves in one fell swoop.

Three days later, the morning sun rose.

In front of a wooden house halfway up the mountainside of Qingyun Peak, the sun was shining and there was a figure moving around in the open space, throwing out fists like the wind.

Huhuhu!

With every punch out, you can hear gusts of wind and rustling. The young man is naturally the sword slave Lin Yun, who has not yet become an outer disciple, he is still the Qingyun sword slave in terms of identity.

In the open space, Lin Yun looked calm and did not punch blindly.

He was sensing the heat flow in his body. It is said that this is internal energy, and internal energy can be generated by entering the martial arts triple.

Becoming a disciple of the outer sect, you can obtain the method of cultivating inner strength, and that is the real warrior.

At this moment, although he didn’t master the technique of cultivating inner strength, he had already paid attention to the coordination with inner strength when he punched out.

Sudden!

There was a hot light in his calm eyes, as if a flame was burning.

“The Tiger Roaring Mountain Forest!”

boom!

The bones in the body made a loud noise, like a tiger roaring, roaring again and again. A punch was blasted, an explosion-like sound was heard in the air, the air rushed wildly, and the wind was violent in all directions.

Tiger down the mountain!

Riding on the momentum to rise, Lin Yun rose into the air, and then flew straight down. Incarnate as a tiger, fall straight to the ground, bang!

A fist fell, and cracks appeared on the ground paved with rocks.

Break the rocks, this fierce tiger fist is done!

After a punch, Lin Yun was sweating but not much. Compared with the sweating profusely when he first performed it, he made rapid progress.

In three days, his fierce tiger fist was finally accomplished, and the triple realm of martial arts also stabilized.

call!

Close your fists and stand still.

In the sun, Lin Yun had a slightly immature face, full of vigor. He spit out a suffocating breath, his eyes were calm and steady, and he whispered to himself: “Now that the realm is stable and the fist is great, it can be considered to have some support.”

After entering the wooden house and freshening up, Lin Yun looked at the purple mark on the center of his eyebrows in the basin, thinking a little bit.

It’s too eye-catching, even if he doesn’t care, it’s hard to keep outsiders from making noise.

After thinking about it, Lin Yun tore off a piece of cloth and tied it to his forehead as a turban.

After half a stick of incense, Lin Yun appeared in the Azure Cloud Zongwu Hall.

Zongwutang is a place where the sect distributes the gates and collects martial arts, martial arts, and weapons.

When Lin Yun arrived, there were already many disciples in the Zongwu Hall gathered here.

“Senior, boy Lin Yun, now he has a triple martial arts realm, and he has come to apply to become an outer disciple.”

In front of the deacon of Zongwutang, Lin Yun took out his identity card and handed it to the other party for verification, and said in a calm tone.

The deacon is an old man in grey with a surname named Yang, not surprising, but he has reached the sixth level of martial arts.

In front of him, Lin Yun could feel a lot of pressure.

“Sword slave Lin Yun?”

The gray-clothed deacon raised his eyebrows lazily, glanced at Lin Yun, did not check his identity, and smiled: “I have heard of you, your swordsmanship is also famous in the sect.”

The old man’s voice was not loud or small, but it still attracted the attention of many people, showing curiosity one after another.

“Sword slave Lin Yun!”

“This guy actually broke through to the third level of martial arts. It’s amazing. My sword seems to have been maintained by him.”