Chapter 12 Revenge

“What’s so amazing? Senior Sister Su didn’t know how many pill that she had given him. She barely broke through until today. She’s stupid enough!”

The originally quiet Congwu Hall caused a commotion after the grey-clothed Deacon named Lin Yun’s name.

With a harsh voice, Lin Yun said in a soft voice, “Senior is your kind, can you become an outer disciple?”

“Zongmen ancestors, whoever cultivates to achieve the triple level of martial arts, regardless of status, can become an outer disciple. It is reasonable to say that this is the case, but… you can’t!”

“Zongmen ancestors, whoever has attained the triple level of martial arts, regardless of status or status, can become an outer disciple. But…you can’t!”

The grey-clothed deacon spoke slowly, causing Lin Yun’s face to change slightly, and he muttered: “Why, I’m an exception?”

“Did you bring up this cultivation base yourself? No one at the top and bottom of the sect knows. Su Ziyao has rewarded you with countless elixirs, and relies solely on the cultivation base accumulated by the elixirs. What’s the use!”

With a sneer, the gray-clothed old man said faintly: “I don’t make it difficult for you. You can choose any one of the outer disciple in the hall of the Zongwu Hall. If you can survive ten moves, I will give you the identity of the outer disciple, if not. …”

After a slight pause, the deacon in gray yelled coldly: “Go back and be your sword slave honestly, don’t waste the resources of the sect.”

The sudden change caused the somewhat relaxed atmosphere of Zongwutang to become colder.

Some people feel sorry for Lin Yun, and they have worked hard for two years, but it is a waste of joy.

Some people also felt that Deacon Hui was right, and the cultivation base accumulated by the pill really didn’t have much potential.

It can be said that they have survived ten moves in their hands, but it is really a bit embarrassing.

How could it be possible for people like them who have been practicing for several years to survive ten tricks when they first entered the martial arts triple layer.

Lin Yun looked directly at the gray-clothed deacon, and felt a little puzzled. He had no grievances and no grudges. Why did the other party make things difficult for him?

“Little Linzi don’t panic, Senior Brother Zhou will take care of you. Take five moves in my hand, and I will let you pass the next five moves.”

The voice sounded from behind, Lin Yun looked back and saw Zhou Ping’s face that was not a smile in the crowd.

For a time, I understood a lot.

“Yo! I also brought a headscarf, why? I feel like this, I’m not a sword slave anymore?”

With a hint of sarcasm, Zhou Ping walked slowly, and the other outer disciples quickly stepped aside.

Many people saw Zhou Ping walking out with a faint look in their eyes. No wonder Deacon Yang would make things difficult for Lin Yun.

It is certain that this Lin Yun was retaliated by Zhou Ping.

As Zhou Ping, it was too simple to ask Deacon Yang to help him.

Knowing is knowing, but no one wants to help Lin Yun. Who would ask for trouble to help a sword slave?

“Deacon Yang, dare to ask if you are serious about what you just said? If I took the ten tricks from Senior Brother Zhou last year, I would become an outer disciple?”

Ignoring Zhou Ping’s mockery, Lin Yun turned around, looked at the gray-clothed old man and asked.

An accident flashed in the eyes of Deacon Grey, and he said solemnly: “That’s natural. If you can prove that you are not a fan, why do you embarrass you?”