Three punches defeated Qin Yu!

...

Everyone was shocked, the whole street was silent, no one would have thought that Qin Yu would lose in this way, and he was defeated so miserable that he was lying on the ground and motionless.

"hey-hey……"

Lin Zhao turned around and looked at the green skirt in front of Mingyue Tower, and the girl with pink skirt showed a bright sunny smile, saying, "Your Brother Qin Yu is defeated..."

"you!"

Everyone gritted their teeth.

Lin Zhao dusted the dust on his body, clasped his fists at everyone, turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

...

All day long, Lin Zhao defeated Qin Yu with three punches. This incident spread like a thunderbolt in the Fusu Great Wall. In just one day, everyone knew that Qin Yu, the best sword cultivator in Fusu Great Wall, was defeated, and was knocked out by a young martial artist of the same age and level. For a moment, the belief of the younger generation in Fusu Great Wall was lost.

Late at night, Lin Zhao sneaked out of the inn.

When I went to the gambling house, I exchanged a large amount of money in the gambling house with the bill. One thousand green flies, and it directly increased by two thousand times, becoming 200,000 green flies. However, the gambling house did not have that much green flies for a while, so it was converted into 180 gold flies and 2,000 flying fish flies. In that night, Lin Zhao swept away a corner of the wealth of the Fusu Great Wall.

"It's time to leave."

Lin Zhao frowned. When will he stay if he doesn't leave? He has offended too many people at the Fusu Great Wall, and has knocked all the geniuses such as Qin Yu, Liu Xilong, Ye Lin to the ground. Now he has been in the limelight in the Fusu Great Wall for a while. He offended too many people. There will definitely be no fewer people who want to cause trouble for him. Moreover, he has just received so much money, and the people in the gambling house may be staring at him and must leave.

So, on a bright moonlit night, the boy put on a gray cloak, carried a long sword and a bamboo box, left the inn, heading south all the way, and left the Great Wall of Fusu as soon as possible.

However, just as we walked out of the south gate of Fusu Great Wall, there was a graceful figure standing on the city wall.

Lin Wanhua, Eight-level Golden Pill Sword Cultivator!

"Lin Zhao."

Lin Wanhua called out on the top of the city.

"ah?"

The boy turned around and saw an ecstatic big sister standing on the top of the city. She was very beautiful, but her eyes were clearly indignant when she looked at her, and she wished she could cut her down with a sword.

"Is there anything wrong?" Lin Zhao asked.

"My name is Lin Wanhua."

The other party smiled slightly and said, "Qin Yu's cousin."

"oh……"

Lin Zhao scratched his head: "Miss Lin is going to see me off? Or is she going to get back the place for Qin Yu?"

“All.”

Lin Wanhua fell from the top of the city, stood in front of Lin Zhao, and smiled and said, "During the daytime, you deliberately hid your weakness, so that Ye Lin, Liu Xilong and my Qin Yu suffered a lot. After that, he also swept away a large amount of money from the gambling house. Our Fusu Great Wall is bitter and cold, and everyone is competing for the first place in martial arts. It is not easy for every monk to save some money. Is it appropriate for you, Lin Zhao, to do this?"

"It's nothing, either."

Lin Zhao said: "After all... I was practicing on the top of the city before, and the humiliation given to me by the Great Wall of Fusu is not a little bit. Qin Yu and Liu Xilong, the guys who are above the top, don't take me as a foreigner seriously at all, but in my eyes, their strength is just average. Who wouldn't beat them? You, Miss Lin, are fighting me now, that's unreasonable."

"yes!"

Lin Wanhua gently pushed the blade out of the scabbard with her thumb, and a cold light suddenly appeared. She smiled and said, "I just want to be unreasonable tonight. Since you, Lin Zhao, can beat me up when you see that you are not happy, why can't Lin Wanhua, beat you up when you see that you are not happy?"

"It makes some sense..."

Lin Zhao held his chin and pondered, saying, "But after all, is it still bullying people because of his high level?"

"What about that?"

Lin Wanhua pointed at the sword blade and said with a smile: "Go away and fight? Don't let the warriors in the city be embarrassed to see you?"

"Don't leave."

Lin Zhao shook his head: "Just hitting here. If I lose, it doesn't matter if I am embarrassed. I am thick-skinned, but if Miss Lin loses, it's really embarrassing."

"Critic teeth and sharp mouth!"

Lin Wanhua gritted her teeth: "Do you really treat yourself as a character?"

"What if it's not?!"

"Look for a fight!"

Lin Wanhua took action directly, and a white sword light burst into the south of the city, slashing straight towards Lin Zhao. In addition to the sword light, there were all dense sword energy. After this sword was released, Lin Zhao could not avoid it no matter which angle he retreated from. The eight-level golden elixir sword cultivator, this is Lin Wanhua's strength, which is definitely not comparable to Qin Yu's age.

Lin Zhao felt cold in his heart, and a divine speed talisman instantly ignited, turning all the true qi in his body. A war god gall in his body emitted a bright golden light. In the veins, a fire kirin burned, wrapped around the true qi in his body and rolled on it. It rushed out to the left in an instant, smashing countless fine sword energy with one punch, and then punched Lin Wanhua with all the strength.

"wishful thinking!"

Lin Wanhua slashed out with a sword, and the rolling sword energy burst out, and punched Lin Zhao, which immediately made Lin Zhao's fist hurt. The fine sword energy drilled straight into the martial arts sea. The attack of the Golden Dan Sword Cultivator was indeed extraordinary. Fortunately, a god of war was in charge of the body, and the fierce rolling power of the fire qilin in his body could still suppress these disordered sword energy in a short period of time.

Lin Zhao handed out the second punch and headed straight to Lin Wanhua's face.

Lin Wanhua gritted her teeth and split a wisp of sword energy from each side. Then she pointed directly at Lin Zhao's throat. It was clearly a killer move.

"It's a bit cruel!"

Lin Zhao roared angrily, and a punch hit Lin Wanhua's sword blade in a bullfighting style. A bloodstain left on his fist, while Lin Wanhua was shocked and retreated continuously. The eighth-level sword cultivator took the punch of a seventh-level martial artist, which was naturally not easy. Moreover, the intention of Lin Zhao's punch and the fist strength were improved by the God of War.

"Don't leave!"

Lin Zhao shouted softly, stepped on the ground with his feet, suddenly jumped, and punched straight to Lin Wanhua's legs in the air.

"you……"

Lin Wanhua was not only angry and embarrassed, but also had a chill in her heart. The seventh-level martial artist in front of her was so extraordinary that she could actually block her Haoran sword energy? You know, in the north of the Great Wall of Fusu, when Lin Wanhua chased a cultivator of the Eight-level demon clan, even the strong body of the demon clan could not block the erosion of his sword energy. Who is Lin Zhao in front of her?

Isn't it too outrageous for a seventh-level martial artist to beat the eighth-level golden elixir sword cultivator? After all, if your martial artist can cross the realm to attack the enemy, my sword cultivator can also cross the realm to attack the enemy? Why did you cross the border here?

As soon as the horse wind stance opened, Lin Zhao burst out dozens of punches in a blink of an eye, hitting Lin Wanhua's protective sword aura, and Lin Wanhua swung the rolling sword energy like a scattered sword energy. The entire south gate was filled with chaotic sword energy. Under this flawless attack, Lin Zhao could only use his physical body to block the sword energy, seeking the opportunity to approach the opponent and defeat the enemy with one blow.

...

"Tsk tsk..."

Many people have gathered on the southern city wall.

A sword fairy from the eleventh realm narrowed her eyes and said with a smile: "I just finished watching the fun during the day, but I actually continued it this night... Tsk tsk, our people from Fusu Great Wall are lucky! By the way, this little girl Lin Wanhua is just eighteen years old. She looks so good, and the sword energy is even more flawed. Give her some time and she will definitely be able to enter the fifth realm."

"snort!"

A tenth level martial man frowned and said, "Lin Zhao is simply a freak. He defeated Qin Yu with three punches during the day, and at night... he became stubborn with Qin Yu's cousin again..."

“Funny and fun.”

A sword cultivator with a swordsman looked at the battle outside the city gate and smiled: "Although Lin Wanhua is not born with a sword species, her talent is actually stronger than Qin Yu. Although Lin Zhao seems to be able to fight Lin Wanhua back and forth, once Lin Wanhua is really serious and uses her natal flying sword, Lin Zhao may suffer a loss."

"What is Lin Zhao trying to do?"

A middle-aged martial artist frowned and said, "I wish I could demolish our Fusu Great Wall?"

“Hmph~~~”

A eleventh-level man Jian Xiu sneered and said, "Starting the first day Lin Zhao entered the Fusu Great Wall, the children of our Fusu Great Wall have given him a good look? Don't those ignorant bastards point at Lin Zhao's nose every day to let others get out? To put it bluntly, Lin Zhao is just a low level. If he is a martial artist in the rebirth realm, he can really demolish our Fusu Great Wall. Why don't people fight back when scolded or beaten? Just because we are particularly good at bullying foreigners?"

As soon as he said this, no one dared to speak. This sword fairy has a bad temper. If you dare to say anything, he would dare to draw his sword and chop you. He would not be responsible for the injury or destruction.

...

Outside the city gate, there was a fierce battle.

After Lin Wanhua used hundreds of swords, Lin Zhao was already injured all over. Fortunately, the God of War was brave enough to guard his body, so he was all slightly injured. His punches became more and more fierce. After repeatedly shaking Lin Wanhua's long sword with his fists, Lin Zhao was already familiar with the sharpness. He was born with a martial artist, and his scars were the best to fight.

“It’s time to end!”

Lin Wanhua suddenly stabbed out with a sword, and then a white moonlight from Yunjian Lake flew out, turning into hundreds of ripples in a blink of an eye!

Lin Wanhua's natal flying sword is called Feihua!

"Um?!"

Lin Zhao was slightly stunned. The sword rain fell all over the sky. If he couldn't hold it, he would probably die. He narrowed his eyes and retreated quickly. The God of War was buzzing and whistling. In the flash, Lin Zhao saw the trick. Hundreds of Feihua, the only one containing the rich sword rhyme was it!

A courage talisman, a speed talisman!

The young man faced the difficulties and punched hard on the flying sword Feihua of his natal flying sword. The flying sword was buzzing, but the force continued to pierce Lin Zhao's throat.

"I really want to kill me!"

Lin Zhao roared, Wuming became angry, and his fists suddenly attacked in front of his chest. With a loud "kneel" sound, he clamped Feihua on his chest. For a moment, the flying sword had begun to crack a little. At the same time, Lin Zhao's thoughts moved, and a white light also flew out of the first Yunjian Lake!

Bright moon!

"Clam~~~~"

With a light sound, Lin Wanhua's natal flying sword Feihua was directly shattered by Mingyue. You have a high level and a fast flying sword. It doesn't matter. The flying sword quality given by my senior sister is far better than you!

...

"ah……"

Lin Wanhua fell dozens of steps back, and her natal flying sword was damaged, and her realm was already unstable.

The moment Lin Zhao let go of Feihua, he sank and punched Lin Wanhua's chest, and immediately suppressed the No. 1 beauty in the Great Wall of Fusu on the city wall.

The moment Lin Wanhua was in pain and vomited blood, Lin Zhao retreated quickly and left.

"Lin Wanhua, you and I have no grudges, let's give up!"

...

Looking at the man who disappeared into the night, Lin Wanhua bit her red lips, with a complicated expression, her beautiful eyes shrouded in water mist, and she was about to cry. At this moment, she was no longer a genius sword cultivator of the Great Wall of Fusu, nor the number one beauty of the Xia tribe, but just a sad woman.
Chapter completed!