Chapter 22: Broke your arm

"This guy is so courageous, dare to talk to the elders like this."
"I don't know how to live a madman. It seems to be impatient."
The crowd was embarrassed in the heart, apparently did not expect Lin Feng to be so bold, questioning the inner door elders.
In the Jiuyi continent, the Zongmen is prosperous, and the powerful Zongmen can even influence a country, calling for the wind, and within the Zongmen, the competition is fierce and the level is extremely strict. First, it is a foreign disciple, then a disciple of the inner disciple, and then Go up, only to the elders of the outer door, the elders of the inner door.
Lin Feng, but a foreign disciple, and the status of Mo Xie is not much different, it can be said that Mo Xie wants him to live and he wants to die.
Mo Xie’s heart is extremely cold, and Lin Feng clearly said what he should not say.
"Hou Qing, against the elders of Zongmen, what sin?" Mo Xie stared at Lin Feng, his eyes never moved.
"When the elders are embarrassed, they are driven out of the sect. If they are serious, they will be abolished and then they will be expelled from the sect." How can Hou Qing not understand the meaning of Moxie? This is a great opportunity for him to let go.
"Elders, Hou Qing thought that Lin Feng’s move was really bad, and should be abolished and expelled from Yunhaizong."
"No, he is not easy to repair, just keep it, abandon him, and then drive out the sect." Mo Xie ‘a generous number.
"Good poison." Lin Feng hated in his heart, he and Mo Xie had no innocence in the past, but the other party gave him a charge, in any case, he must be expelled from the sect, and once he was escorted, I am afraid Lin Biao and the demon youth will not let go of themselves, which is obviously what he wants.
In fact, as Lin Feng expected, it came to him, and it was clearly a dead end.
"The martial arts are respected, there is not enough strength and talent, even the Zongmen can't rely on it." Lin Feng's heart is like a mirror. In this world, everything can only rely on himself. For example, now, the elders of Zongmen must break his arm. The sect of the sect of the sect is detained on his own.
Lin Feng took a look at Nangong Ling. The sovereign has not yet opened his mouth, and everything has room for recovery.
"Everything has to rely on strength and talent to speak. Now that I am not strong, I will show my talents." Lin Feng thought about the electric turn, but he couldn’t say anything about the bells and drums.
When the eight-faced bells all sounded, the two sects of the sects appeared, and personally sent him back to hide their eyes and ears. Lin Feng was stupid and understood that the test he passed was not as simple as he had just thought.
At this time, Hou Qing had come to Lin Feng and was seen by countless people. Even Zongmen and the elders were watching. Hou Qing was nervous and excited. This is a good opportunity to show himself.
"Waste, you break your arm, you and my strength are too different, I do not bother to shoot you." Hou Qingzhang said.
Lin Feng saw Hou Qing's blinking eyes secretly shaking his head, his mind was so weak, the tenth person outside the door, but so.
"Get out of it." Lin Feng pulled out his long sword on his back and held it firmly in his palm. He stood calmly in his heart, and his heart was not shocked.
"Oh, if that's the case, then I will start." Hou Qing certainly knows that Lin Feng can't break his arm. Just now he just deliberately lowered Lin Feng to raise himself.
"With the wind."
With a low drink, Hou Qing's figure disappeared instantly in the same place, with the wind, moving with the wind, practicing to the extreme, the speed is as fast as the wind.
"Hou Qing's brother is the tenth master of the outer door. It is unparalleled in light and self-defense. Where is Lin Feng able to compete."
"This guy can still stand so securely and take his own insults."
When the crowd saw Hou Qing’s figure fluttering like a wind, suddenly there was a burst of voices. In the outside disciple, Hou Qing ranked in the tenth, relying on the light-hearted method, even those outside the disciples who were ranked in front of him may not be able to Injury to Hou Qing.
Mo Xie saw Hou Qing’s body with a smile on his face. It seems that Hou Qing’s strength has increased. He hopes that the Zongmen Dabi at the beginning of next year will be able to break into the top five, so he has a face as the main son.
As for Hou Qing, I can't deal with Lin Feng. This is what Mo Xie did not consider at all. The eight-heavy martial arts are only repaired. It is estimated that there are no three moves in Hou Qing’s hands.
Among the crowds on the scene, I am afraid that only Lin Feng believes in himself. He only saw that he was holding a sword, and he did not move. He looked at Hou Qingxun without an elusive figure.
At this moment, a whistling wind blew, and Lin Feng’s clothes were slammed, and the long hair moved with the wind. All of them floated up, and Hou Qing’s figure suddenly disappeared at this moment. .
"It’s over, Hou Qing’s brother is a good man.

The battle has not yet begun, and the crowd has already reached a conclusion.
I saw Lin Feng's eyes closed, quietly feeling the sound of hunting, breathing, heartbeat, all stopped at this moment, only the keen sense, capturing the erratic figure.
The sword in the hands of Lin Feng suddenly moved, moving with the wind, the trajectory of the sword, with the lightness and elegance of the wind.
"Broken." The overbearing drink came from the top of Lin Feng's head, and along with it, there was a huge oppressive force.
"roll."
Lin Feng poured a word, the sword light flashed, and then everyone saw blood splashing.
A shrill mourning sound filled the space, and the crowd looked incredibly at the scene.
Hou Qing, did not hit Lin Feng, he lost, and Lin Feng simply and casually cut a sword.
"How come, Lin Feng how he did it?" The foreigner disciples exclaimed, especially those who heard the name of Lin Feng waste, Lin Feng, a sword smashed Hou Qing arm.
These outside disciples did not see how Lin Feng did it, but the people inside the disciples were all clear. Lin Feng’s sword was like a sword, and it was like the wind. The sword followed the wind, as if the Hou Qing’s arm was broken. Sword, but the wind.
"Incorporate the sword into the wind, does the Star Court have this set of swordsmanship?" Nan Gongling’s eyes fluctuated for the first time. Lin Feng’s simple sword is so beautiful that it can be called perfect, without a superfluous Strength, the sword goes with the wind, a sword breaks the arm, and this is the result of Lin Feng’s control. I believe that if Lin Feng wants Hou Qing’s life, that sword is enough.
Lin Feng certainly did not cultivate the martial arts that melted the sword into the wind. It was only on the top of the cliff. His heart was realized. Everything in the sky was strong. The sword had a sword and the wind had a wind. He just used the stock. The wind, hiding the sword in it, is like a sword in the wind, a sword to break the enemy.
"Is it a potential?" Nangong Ling thought of a possibility, but then he himself denied this speculation. Lin Feng was not arrogant, how could he be able to comprehend the situation.
Not to mention the martial arts, even if the spirit is strong, only some geniuses can understand the potential of the Ding point. The strong martial arts want to take advantage of the situation, unless the power of the martial arts is used, and the martial arts can be used to take advantage of the situation. And use, but Lin Feng just did not release the Wuhun.
"This waste has become stronger. It's no wonder so crazy, but for me, the waste is still waste, don't think about the day of turning over." Lin Biao saw Lin Feng's sword slamming Hou Qing's heart, she is now However, the spirit is strong, and the martial arts have also carried out the awakening of the life, the same as ice and fire, and this is the small waste that Lin Feng can compare.
Mo Xie’s face was very ugly at this moment. He asked Hou Qing to break Lin Feng’s arm, but he did not want Hou Qing to be broken by Lin Feng’s sword. This is undoubtedly a slap in the face, this son must die.
Lin Feng did not care about the eyes of everyone, his face was still calm, and the long sword was sheathed. Lin Feng glanced at Hou Qing, who fell to the ground, without any pity in his heart.
"The tenth person outside the door? Do you want to shoot me?" Lin Feng sneered: "I really don't understand what your pride depends on."
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