Xin Yan and the others looked at Lin Yun up and down with surprise in their eyes.

After a while, a slight smile appeared on Xinyan's charming face, and she sighed, "Little Junior Brother, you really hide it so deeply that you startled us again."

"Can't talk about it..."

Lin Yun said softly.

The three core disciples of Hunyuanmen do have some strength.

If it is before entering the secret realm of the magic lotus, with a pair of three, even if all the cards are out, I am afraid that I can only barely protect myself.

However, compared with Feng Ye, who was able to rank in the last Longmen competition, the gap between these people is still very obvious.

Can be called a leader, but far from a monster.

His current vision of strength has long been different from what he used to be, and he was not the little-known person who was deeply shocked when he saw the four young masters gathered together.

There may still be a gap for the existence of the eighth son of the imperial capital at this level, but it is far from an existence that cannot be surpassed.

After the battle with Feng Ye, after being evenly matched, he strengthened his confidence.

With a half-step innate sword intent, with a heart to the sword, sooner or later, he will walk out of the vast territory of the Daqin Empire.

Go to a bigger world, a wider stage, and make a name for yourself.

Chen Xuanjun looked at Lin Yun with a meaningful look in his eyes. Before this battle, he really underestimated the other party.

Xin Yan and the others did not see the scene of the battle between Lin Yun and Zhang Yan.

That kind of momentum and heart, it gives the feeling that it is like the rising sun like fire. He is full of pride and majestic, and he has only seen this kind of aura in Eight Young Masters.

But now Lin Yun, regardless of his level and age, is far inferior to Eighth Young Master.

But the spirit has not lost in the slightest, which is quite terrifying.

It's hard to imagine what it will be like when he reaches the realm and age of Eighth Young Master one day.

The brilliance of the Daqin Empire would be eclipsed by his sword.

For a time, Chen Xuanjun understood why the Pavilion Master of the Sword Pavilion had to name Lin Yunlai in this dangerous and lifeless magic lotus secret realm.

Because the pavilion owner is far from being very human, he can see at a glance the vigor and potential hidden in Lin Yun.

He is not an ordinary evildoer, but a true dragon leader.

For him, the Magic Lotus Secret Realm was the Dragon Transformation Pond, and even if he died in it, it was his destiny.

Either he has lived his life vigorously, or he has soared into the sky in front of people, and it is impossible to remain unknown in the ordinary.

"Brother, how is your injury?"

Lin Yun looked up and found that Chen Xuanjun's complexion was very bad, fearing that he had just fought. The injuries he suffered were more terrifying than he had imagined, but the fight was quite intense.

The reason for defeating the other three by himself, and also for his senior brother, exhausted a lot of the other party's true energy.

Of course, even without this reason, he still has the confidence to defeat the opponent.

It's just that it's easy to defeat, but it's harder to kill three people.

"The injury is not a serious problem. It only takes four or five days to return to the peak state... But this Black Lotus Palace will officially open soon."

Looking at the black beam of light that dimmed little by little in the lake, Chen Xuanjun's eyes flashed with sadness.

The Black Lotus Palace is the most important place of opportunity in the secret realm of the magic lotus.

For a leader like Chen Xuanjun, it would undoubtedly be a huge blow if he missed it.

Xinyan's face was slightly dark, and she said coldly, "It's endless, if senior brother really can't go to the Black Lotus Palace, don't even think about the people from Hunyuan Sect."

"It's endless, these people from the Primordial Sect have stopped for a while, and Lin Yun said again: "Besides, it may not be a bad thing to go in a few days later. I don't believe it, the opportunity of this Black Lotus Palace is first come, first served. "

Several people were stunned and seemed a little surprised.

In fact, everyone understands the truth. Treasures and opportunities are definitely not first-come, first-served, but when the opportunity arises, who will really be patient.

I am afraid that if it is half a step slow, I will not be happy.

"Jing Jue is here."

At this moment, an indifferent swordsman in black appeared in everyone's field of vision.

It immediately attracted the attention of many people and caused a commotion.

Qi Jue Fort Jing Jue, in the last Dragon Gate Competition, was only 19th at the age of 16.

One-handed seven unique swordsmanship, ruthless and hateful, violent and cruel, known as the genius swordsman.

Seeing this person appear, Tang Tong's face suddenly became cold, and he said coldly: "This guy is here too, I'm afraid I will have to face him."

"Brother Tang has seen him?"

Lin Yun heard some clues and asked.

Tang Tong nodded: "I almost died in this person's hands. If several senior brothers arrived... I'm afraid it would be impossible to escape death."

At that time, Xinyan and Jing Jue were fighting, and this person had no intention of giving up.

Or wait for the other senior brothers to arrive, not wanting trouble, and then leave calmly.

It turned out to be the case, Lin Yun knew in his heart.

"Mu Xiuhan is here!"

After a while, there was a sudden chill by the black-faced lake. Mu Xiuhan, who was wearing a blood robe, appeared in everyone's field of vision with a smile on his face.

When many people saw him appear, they hurriedly avoided him, keeping a distance from him.

In this secret realm of the magic lotus, he was considered to have a splendid reputation, and almost all the people he saw died... very brutal.

In many people's minds, in the secret realm of the magic lotus, Mu Xiuhan's strength is undisputed. Not long after the palace opened, a group of people couldn't hold back and left.

Zhao Quan and Xiao Ming only hit Lin Yun with a punch. Although the punch had sword strength, it was far inferior to the scar on his chest that was swept by the sword beam.

In addition, it is the fist shared by two people, which is much better than him.

There was almost no rest, and when he saw the opening of the treasure hall, he was the first to leave.

Looking at the scar on his chest that was torn open by Jianmang, Zhang Yan's face became extremely gloomy.

Damn, it's all this kid.

The sword injury is not a serious problem, but the sword intent left in the scar is still rotten to the bone.

In such a situation, it is obviously not suitable to go to the Black Lotus Palace to compete with others for treasure.

"Lin Yun, I will make you pay the price, even if I can't kill you. I will also let the people around you taste my pain today!"

Zhang Yan's eyes flashed with yin and cold, and said coldly.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew up, his face changed slightly, and when he looked up, a figure that he absolutely did not want to see appeared in front of him.

A long robe and a blue shirt, and a sword box on his back.

Lin Yun!

"Are you here to kill me?"

Zhang Yan's cheeks twitched a few times, unable to hold back the panic and anxiety in his heart, he said coldly.

Lin Yun looked at him without speaking.

"Hehe, if you have the will to kill, you are naturally prepared to be killed. I'm not surprised if you want to kill me. But I advise you..."

In Zhang Yan's hand hidden in his sleeve, there was an extra black fire crow, and quietly, secretly injected true essence.

Seeing that Lin Yun still didn't speak, he felt a little more calm in his heart, and continued: "It's better not to take action. If you take action against a core disciple of the four major sects, the consequences are not as simple as you think. You can easily defeat me, it does not mean It can easily kill me, even if I am seriously injured at the moment."

Rabbits will bite people when they are anxious, not to mention that as a core disciple of the sect of the ninth level of Xuanwu, the counterattack before his death is naturally even more frightening.

But Lin Yun still didn't say a word, and didn't mean to give up at all,

"Dog thing, give me death!"

Zhang Yan was furious and suddenly burst into flames. The mysterious fire crow in his sleeve turned into a stream of light and rushed towards him.

Flick the Divine Sword, destroy it!

But the deadly black fire crow, just flew out of the cuff, was pierced by a shocking purple sword glow, turned into a pile of fragments and fell to the ground.

sword!

Before the imprint of the purple iris flower on the back of his hand was scattered, Lin Yun beckoned and held the burial foil sword that popped out of the box.

Whoosh!

When he drew his sword out of the sheath, he and the violent Zhang Yan passed by in mid-air.

Pfft!

In the splash of blood, Zhang Yan's head floated in the air, his eyes were wide open, and he couldn't rest his eyes. The headless body collapsed behind Lin Yun.

It was just that, in a flash of lightning and flint, Lin Yun was hit by the peak punch before his death, but he was also hit by Lin Yun's sword.

Everything is in Lin Yun's grasp, the flaw is deliberately sold to the other party, and what he wants is this deadly sword.

I am not afraid that Zhang Yan is dying to fight back, but I am afraid that the other party will run away blindly, but it will cause trouble.

Crack, under the impact of the sword, a rock in front shattered. A delicate flower hidden in the shadows was revealed, and the flowers appeared even more delicate and beautiful under his cold sword.

The ruined ruins are full of demonic energy, and such flowers are really rare.

"You are also pitiful, so beautiful, but no one can see you. But you are also very lucky, flowers, someone has to reward them."

Lin Yun bent down, plucked the flower, sniffed it lightly, and the fragrance of the flowers immediately hit his face.

...

By the lake, where High Heaven Sword Pavilion and others gathered, Tang Tong was pouring wine carefully.

Monkey wine is extremely rare, and he smiled, but he was cautious, not daring to spill a drop.

When the six cups were filled, Tang Tong said with a smile: "I'll keep this seventh cup of wine for the younger brother, lest you get addicted to it and forget about the younger brother. The younger brother should be very moved when he finds out."

"Thank you."

The seventh cup of wine was just filled, the breeze blew, and Lin Yun came with the wind. He smiled slightly, raised his glass and drank it.

The rest of the people were taken aback, this little junior brother came back so quickly.

"Little Junior Brother, have you gone to pick flowers?"

When Xinyan saw a flower in Lin Yun's right hand, she said with a faint smile. Lin Yun was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Yes, I'm going to pick flowers and give them to my sister."