As it turned out, when the assembly ended, everyone was about to disperse. Suddenly, a strange voice said, "Cripple with a broken arm, you're in the limelight, you're really crippled." It was the crooked neck youth, Childe Feng.
Childe Feng was originally the son of a wealthy merchant in Ao Tian County. Because he heard that the Lingyun Temple's immortal arts were magical, he had an idea. He wanted to learn some skills so that he could do whatever he wanted in the future.
It just so happened that the Lingyun Temple opened its doors. As long as he had a hundred thousand gold beads, he could enter the basic martial arts class. Because of this, he became an outer hall disciple and colluded with a group of men and women. Relying on his wealth, he faintly became an influential figure.
The assembly was a big scene. Although he could not show it, he could not let others steal the limelight. However, it was the cripple who did the laundry and made the fire that shouted loudly when everyone held their breaths and listened. He became the focus of the audience and won everyone's attention.
How could Childe Feng not hate him? He thought, "If I asked a question, the immortal master would definitely praise me. But, this kid stole my words! I'm so angry! "
Childe Feng was burning with jealousy. The more he thought about it, the more upset he felt. When the assembly ended, he saw that the cripple actually wanted to leave. He could not help but ridicule him.
Since Childe Feng took the lead, his followers also had to express their feelings. Suddenly, there was a loud hiss: "Oh, what a cripple. With a broken arm, you should peacefully make the fire. Why did you come here to make a fool of yourself. Hehe, you've lost all your face. "
Zhao Yun wanted to teach this crooked neck idiot a lesson. He did not expect this person to dare to provoke him again. He was not a clay bodhisattva. Even if it was the Heavenly King, he would still dare to be cold, let alone these trash.
Anger swam through his body. He was about to attack from afar. Unexpectedly, there was a turbulent flow of Qi beside him. There was actually someone who made the first move.
This person was Duobao. Duobao originally felt that the assembly was boring. In any case, it was over and he wanted to go outside with his junior brother to play. However, he heard the mocking voices of his junior brothers.
This laughter was so wanton, so happy, as if they were watching the funniest drama.
"Hong", Duobao's brain suddenly became extremely hot. You dare to laugh at my junior brother? You bastards actually dare to laugh at my junior brother?
You. Actually. Dared. Laugh. My. Junior. Brother.
As if the Black Dragon's reverse scale had been touched, the Duobao angrily punched out.
He was about ten meters away from Young Master Feng. He didn't even move his feet. He only swung his fist forward.
Just one punch!
Childe Feng scolded happily. Just as he was feeling complacent, a fierce gust of wind swept over, and a huge force of five million kilograms poured over. He clearly felt the immense power and wanted to run away in fear, but he couldn't move. His limbs went limp and he took the punch.
What a powerful punch! The people around him felt as if they were being crushed by a heavy hammer, and a large number of them fell to the ground. They cried out in pain, calling out to the heavens and the earth, calling out to their mothers and fathers continuously. They were all thinking, "I'm dead, I'm dead."
These people were already in so much pain just from being affected by the fist wind. Childe Feng was facing the monstrous fist wind head-on, and the pain he was enduring was ten times or a hundred times more. Even though he was wearing a hundred-thousand-gold Black Gold Treasured Robe to help him absorb most of the force, he still felt extreme pain.
The fist force was like a mountain that came crashing down, causing Childe Feng's face to become crooked. One of his eyes was knocked out, and his nose was completely crooked. Red and black blood continuously spurted out. Childe Feng fell to the ground, his chest was pressed down to the point that he couldn't breathe. His limbs and bones seemed to have been broken, and he didn't have the slightest bit of strength.
Only then did he know how powerful he was. At the critical moment of his life, even if he didn't have the strength to speak, he still had to struggle. He used his remaining vitality to plead in a low voice, "Grandfather, please spare your disappointing grandson! I'm a smelly latrine pit, a smelly fart, please spare my life. "He was mixed with blood and tears, his voice choked with sobs, as mournful as a cuckoo crying blood.
Everyone was scared silly and didn't dare to leave. All they could do was cry out in fear.
Duobao leaped up and roared. Without saying anything, he punched out again. The entire venue shook, and the floor trembled.
At this moment, Bai Hua entered the venue. Seeing the one-armed youth and the dark and ugly man committing a crime, she hurriedly brandished her treasure sword. Immediately, a ten zhang yellow light enveloped the few people in a sword net.
Duobao was about to use his strength when he suddenly felt a chill on his back. He felt a sharp sword qi firmly locked onto him. He also heard that person shouting 'Yan Yan' and knew that it was to stop him. He flew into a rage and didn't turn around. He retracted his strength and fiercely counterattacked.
He only had one thought in his mind, "You dare to stop me from killing this trash, you deserve to die!"
His fist was as fast as a meteor as it fiercely struck Bai Hua's treasure sword. Immediately, a shockwave shook, and a powerful explosion wreaked havoc. The treasure sword emitted a "di di" sound, as if it was in great pain. The sword body couldn't help but tremble.
Bai Hua was shocked and secretly said, "Not good!" She saw that the treasure sword couldn't withstand the huge force and with a "zheng" sound, it broke into two pieces. The sword was connected to the mind. Bai Hua's heart was in great pain, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.
"This black man actually broke my treasure sword?!" With a face full of disbelief, Bai Hua was both shocked and angry. She shouted, "What are you guys still standing there for? Quickly kill these two pieces of trash for me. "Her heart ached for the destruction of her treasure sword. Her mouth was full of vulgarities, but she didn't realize it.
The group of white clothed Daoists seemed to have awoken from a dream and hurriedly raised their treasure swords. In a moment, green, red, purple, and green lights shone brightly, interweaving into an incomparably huge net, and slashed towards Duobao.
Zhao Yun saw that Duobao stood up for her and was rather touched. She didn't expect this mute to be so concerned about her. At this time, she saw a group of people swarming forward, releasing all kinds of treasured swords to attack the mute. She was so angry that she laughed, "Using numbers to bully me, how shameless! Why would this young master be afraid? "She circulated her qi in her dantian and shouted," Break! "Her palm was like a dragon, whistling out.
Once her palm struck out, there was a continuous' ding ding dang dang dang 'sound. The ten or so treasured swords attacking Duobao all fell to the ground and scattered on the spot.
The power of a single palm strike was so terrifying!
The Daoists' faces were ashen. They didn't expect their combined sword net formation to be broken so easily. They were shocked and frightened, and were dumbstruck.
Zhao Yun felt that something was amiss when she struck out with her palm. When she saw that her treasured swords were easily knocked down, she was delighted, "How did my palm strike become so powerful? Could it be that this is the breakthrough I just had? "
Zhao Yun didn't know that her potential was huge, but she hadn't been able to unleash it. During the spiritual conference, Zhao Yun had stepped into the enlightening realm after listening to Song Langyun's speech. Her control of her power had reached a new level. In the past, she had only used brute force blindly. However, even she wasn't sure about this palm strike, but it clearly contained a subtle force.
This palm strike, other than being firm and fierce, had a hint of gentleness. It was able to combine Yin and Yang, and complement fire and water. Only this force that seemed to exist and yet not exist, as if it wanted to swallow and spit out, was able to knock down the ten or so treasured swords coming from different directions in an instant.
If it was the previous palm strike, even though it could knock down one or two treasured swords, it wouldn't be able to block ten or so swords at the same time. This palm strike seemed simple, but it actually contained the principle of heavy swords without sharp edges.
Bai Hua shouted angrily, "You bunch of good-for-nothings, what are you waiting for? Attack!" The Daoists hesitantly picked up their swords from the ground and waved their swords at Zhao Yun.
Zhao Yun shouted, "Come!" She floated out with her palm, feeling unprecedentedly relaxed. This palm strike wasn't fast, and could even be said to be slow. It was the complete opposite of the swift and violent palm strike just now.
How was this a palm strike? She was clearly extending her palm out for others to slaughter!
The Daoists' eyes lit up, thinking that there was a chance. Their courage grew, and their swords became even fiercer.
Zhao Yun's palm gradually approached the swords, and the sharp edges of the swords were about to cut off her palm. Bai Hua was wild with joy and shouted, "Chop off this fellow's hand for me!"
The Duobao squeaked and was furious. He also thought that his junior was about to meet with misfortune.
Zhao Yun didn't panic. Her slow-moving palm suddenly released a force, and the ten treasured swords all bounced back. The Daoists cried out in pain. Their bodies had already been slashed by their respective treasured swords, and fresh blood flowed continuously. It was a tragic sight.
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