In the field, Lin Xiaolu was like hitting a nail with a hammer, using the side of the narrow head of the German brick that was not easy to break, to hit the round end of the hilt of the spirit sword, and soon the spirit sword was smashed into the table inch by inch. Half of the sword was still submerged.
Chen Nianyun was desperate. He had only condensed his Qi for the third level, but the spiritual power in his body was not enough. At this moment, the spirit sword was firmly inserted into the table. His control was not enough to pull the spirit sword back. He could only watch the spirit sword helplessly. The sword shook.
On the high platform, Fang Wuxiu's face was getting darker and darker. Looking at this scene, the old face turned black with anger.
After finishing all this, Lin Xiaolu put one hand in his pocket, threw the brick with the other, and showed a kind smile to Chen Nianyun: "Tell me, do you want to die or not live now?"
There was a trace of bitterness on the aggrieved young man's face. After several attempts, he gave up taking back the spirit sword and looked at Lin Xiaolu in front of him in shock and anger.
Losing the spirit sword didn't mean he gave up, but he yelled: "Ice Soul Arrow!"
"Arrow? I'll shoot you!" Lin Xiaolu excitedly picked up the virtue brick and rushed forward, howling as he began to convince others with virtue.
"call out!"
The sharp ice pick arrow flew with Chen Nianyun's hand. Lin Xiaolu turned sideways and dodged, then jumped up, raised his sword and slapped him!
"Bang!"
With a muffled sound, the German brick hit a semicircular golden cover.
Lin Xiaolu was stunned and looked at Chen Nianyun, who was hiding in the cover and holding an alms bowl in his hand, and said in surprise: "You have quite a few tricks up your sleeve."
On the high platform, the elders also looked at Fang Wuxiu in surprise.
"Senior Brother Fang, is the magic weapon Vajra Bowl used by Nianyun?"
Fang Wuxiu didn't answer with a cold face.
The other elders didn't say anything. Chen Nianyun was now forced to use the magic weapon given by his master, so he had nothing to say.
It’s already clear who wins and who loses.
In the field, Lin Xiaolu slapped Chen Nianyun's golden hood wildly and wildly. The hood made a clanking sound while slapping him in the mouth while muttering:
"Confucius said: Fighting uses bricks. It is not advisable to use bricks in a mess. You should look at your face and use your strength. The left hand should be used as the right hand. How can you fight alone and with friends? If you fight again, you will be pulled down to death..."
This scene made the elders on the high platform's eyes twitch.
"Hahahaha, it made me laugh so hard. This little guy is really funny." Ye Qingluan sat on the throne and laughed so hard that he covered his stomach and kicked his beautiful feet in embroidered shoes.
After taking pictures for a long time, Chen Nianyun's golden cover still didn't move at all.
Fang Wuxiu on the high platform also coughed when he saw this, looked at Ye Qingluan and said: "Master, Lin Xiaolu can't break Nian Yun's Vajra Bowl, and Nian Yun can't defeat him now. What do you think if the two are tied? ?”
"Fang Wuxiu, please stop being shameless."
Yang Shen's Zhang Mobai interrupted him without hesitation, and said with contempt: "What matters in sparring is fairness and justice. Your apprentice has even used the magic weapon you gave him, and you still have the nerve to let the master call it a tie? How can you? So why are you so shameless? Why can’t you afford to lose?”
Fang Wuxiu's face turned ugly when he heard this. He looked directly at Zhang Mobai and said, "Junior Sister Zhang, please be careful what you say!"
"What's wrong, Fang Wuxiu? Do you think I'm afraid of you!" The gray-haired Zhang Mobai looked like he was about to take action and cursed: "Do you think it's embarrassing for us cultivators to lose to warriors? Tell you! I don't think I'll admit defeat if I lose. Even more embarrassing!”
Fang Wuxiu's chest heaved up and down with anger when he heard this, and his withered fists clenched loudly, but he couldn't say a word. He was about to be unable to restrain himself from taking action. The other elders hurriedly came up to persuade him, and just then At this time, a green voice came from the audience:
"Master, if I knock this guy out of the ring, will it count as my victory?" Lin Xiaolu shouted to Ye Qingluan from the audience.
Ye Qingluan held his snow-white chin, looked at the little guy with a smile and said, "Forget it."
Lin Xiaolu nodded when he heard this and said a long "oh~"
Zhao Xuanyi sneered disdainfully: "Is this little guy still planning to push Chen Nianyun off the jade platform? Does he really think that he will be invincible after practicing martial arts for a year? It's really ridiculous."
Qi Guan Yundun, the elder of the Tongyao lineage, glanced at Zhao Xuanyi and advised with some kindness: "Junior brother Zhao, I think you have been slapped in the face enough times today, and there is no need to add more~"
After hearing this, Zhao Xuanyi's face turned dark and he said "hum" and stopped making any sound.
On the white marble stage, Lin Xiaolu took a deep breath in front of Chen Nianyun who was hiding in the cover, then stretched out his posture, slowly twisting the joints of his body, and finally assumed a posture ready to exert force.
"Level 8 - Iron Mountain!"
With a violent roar, the boy stomped on the ground, and the side muscles on his back were like a hammer, hitting the golden cover hard!
"boom!"
The golden cover shook violently uncontrollably, and Chen Nianyun inside felt a strong momentum, and the entire cover moved back a few inches.
This scene once again shocked everyone's jaws, and Spirit Sword Elder Fang Wuxiu's eyes almost popped out of his head!
"Brother Lu, come on! Come on, brother Lu!"
Dongfang Dan, Tang Hanqing, Liu Shuai, and many other children were lying on the edge of the stage waving their fists and shouting.
"Ha!" Lin Xiaolu kept breathing, and hit the cover fiercely again. The huge impact sound was as strong and powerful as the bell every morning, and the semicircular metal cover also moved back again!
"Come on, come on, brothers from the Morality Gang, let's get into formation together." Dongfang Dan shouted to the children: "I shout one, two, three, and everyone will shout slogans with me, come on!"
one!
two!
three!
rise! "
"The Supreme Emei! Convince people with virtue! Vast magical powers! Boundless magical power!"
Off the field, the children shouted in unison, and Lin Xiaolu once again hit Chen Nianyun's hood with the iron mountain support.
"boom!"
"The Supreme Emei! Convince people with virtue! Vast magical powers! Boundless magical power!"
"boom!"
"The Supreme Emei! Convince people with virtue! Vast magical powers! Boundless magical power!"
"boom!"
The children's shouts became more and more vigorous, while Chen Nianyun inside the mask looked desperate. He had been knocked to the edge of the stage...
Lin Xiaolu exhaled, stretched out his posture, and then twisted his hips again!
"boom!"
The cover moved again, and the smaller half moved out of the edge of the stage.
Chen Nianyun's face was ashen, as if he had resigned to his fate.
I finally lost. Even after being imprisoned for more than half a year, I still couldn't beat this guy...
Lin Xiaolu shouted: "Iron-mountain-fuck!"
"boom!"
Chen Nianyun was completely knocked off the stage and fell to the ground.
The children suddenly burst into enthusiastic cheers and shouted: "The Supreme Emei! Convince people with virtue! Vast magical powers! Boundless magical power!"
And Lin Xiaolu was also high-spirited, standing proudly on the white marble platform with his hands behind his back, raising his head and making a pig-like laugh: "嚯嚯嚯嚯嚯~".
Li Yaoxi in the audience looked at the arrogant Lin Xiaolu and curled his lips: "Junior sister, look at his mean look, he really deserves to be slapped."
Li Miaoxin ignored him and clapped with joy in her eyes.
After laughing for a while, Lin Xiaolu looked at Ye Qingluan who was eating grapes on the high platform and said proudly:
"Master, I defeated everyone at the same stage. Now I can continue to be an inner disciple!"
Ye Qingluan glanced at him with a smile, then looked at the elders and said with a smile: "Elders, what do you think?"
Zhao Xuanyi said nothing with a cold face. He had been slapped in the face too many times today and he no longer wanted to speak.
The other elders didn't speak much either. Most of them were slapped in the face and one by one said they didn't want to speak.
However, Zhang Mobai took the initiative and smiled and said: "We monks should keep our promises. Lin Xiaolu defeated all the disciples at the same stage with his own ability. It is indeed impressive. He deserves to continue to become an inner disciple!"
