Yi Yun's heart sank. He didn't like Lin Yun just now. Now the seventh uncle actually said that Yi Chengyao still has hidden strength. So wouldn't Lin Yun have no hope of winning?

Bai Ruiwen and Gu Xiuran and others who were hostile to Lin Yun saw that Yi Chengyao was so powerful, and each of them showed a sinister sneer on their faces.

"Lin Yun, this time you're still alive!"

Lin Yun looked at Yi Chengyao, who was bare-spoken and covered with ugly scars, with a blank expression on his face: "I think you have a hard time in cultivation, so I will give you a chance. I will sit here. As long as you can force me to stand up, I will not care about the grudges between you and the Yi family!"

"What!"

Yi Yun widened her eyes, looking disbelief.

"Is he crazy?"

"Sit still and fight Yi Chengyao! Where did he get his confidence?"

"This kid is so arrogant!"

Yi Yun was desperate again. Although he did not have confidence in Lin Yun, there was still a faint glimmer of hope in his heart, hoping that a miracle would happen.

But now Lin Yun is so arrogant and digging his own grave.

"Oh, it seems that the Yi family is destined to be doomed this time!" Yi Yun sighed to the sky.

Almost everyone has the same thoughts as Yi Yun, and Lin Yun is too arrogant. Yi Chengyao's strength is not comparable to that of the old man in black robe.

Yi Chengyao was slightly stunned, and then his ugly face was filled with shame and annoyance. He felt that Lin Yun was humiliating him by saying this.

"Boy, you're looking for death!"

Yi Chengyao's speed suddenly exploded, his figure flashed, and everyone saw a ball of red light and rushed towards Lin Yun quickly.

Lin Yun suddenly looked up, glanced at the red light, then casually raised the chopsticks and picked them up casually.

An incredible scene happened.

Lin Yun's chopsticks that seemed to be able to break at any time actually clamped Yi Chengyao's wrist punch at Lin Yun.

The pair of chopsticks seemed like a giant steel pliers. Yi Chengyao broke free with all his strength, but he didn't move at all.

"go!"

Lin Yun loosened his chopsticks and waved them gently. Yi Chengyao felt a powerful force and hit him violently.

Bang!

Yi Chengyao's entire body was beaten backwards by the huge force.

Rushly...retreat five or six steps before stabilizing your body.

"What!"

The entire hall fell into silence again!

Everyone's mouth opened wide again and could not close for a long time.

"Yi Chengyao actually failed!"

"Is that boy so strong?"

Yi Chengyao himself was also shocked and looked at Lin Yun in disbelief.

However, Yi Chengyao was dissatisfied.

"Boy, it seems that I still underestimate you."

"You have the capital to be arrogant, and this time, I will do my best!"

Yi Chengyao suddenly closed his eyes and his whole body was suspended from the ground. The red light on the surface of his body burst out again, and he was wrapped in a ball of red light.

"Let you see my strongest martial arts, the Blood Hand Shura Palm!"

The red light covering Yi Chengyao's body suddenly gathered rapidly on top of his head, forming a huge blood-red palm, like Shura's hand.

Around the blood-colored palm, there was a fierce wind howling, and tiny lightning was flying like a silver snake, looking like the end of the world.

Uncle Qi suddenly changed his face and exclaimed: "Blood-hand Shura Palm!"

"Once it is used, it is like Shura coming to the world, and the yin wind is howling. That's right, it is the unique skill of the Blood Hand Shura Qiu Qiansha!"

"He is Qiu Qiansha's apprentice!"

Yi Yun glanced at Uncle Seven with a solemn face, turned to Uncle Qin, and asked, "Uncle Qin, who is Qiu Qiansha? Is it very powerful?"

Uncle Qin shook his head: "Head of the family, I have never heard of this person!"

Uncle Qi said with a serious expression: "Of course you have never heard of it. Qiu Qiansha left the Chinese clan thirty years ago, and was forced by Jiang Ruozhuo to make an oath that he would never set foot in the Chinese clan in his lifetime."

Uncle Qin said in surprise: "Chinese war god Jiang Ruozhuo!"

"That's right." A look of memories appeared on the old face of the seventh uncle: "Thirty years ago, the first master, Yan Nantian, announced his retreat not long after the sword god. The Shuramen founded by Qiu Qiansha, launched a large-scale attack on the Chinese clan. He lost eight masters in a row, and the entire martial arts world was unstoppable, and people were in panic. The coastal provinces even announced their surrender directly."

"In the end, the major sects and families in the martial arts world united and asked the war god Jiang Ruozhuo in the capital to come forward to prevent Qiu Qian from invading the Chinese clan."

"Jiang Ruozhuo made an appointment to fight Qiu Qiansha and fought to the top of Mount Tai. However, after the appointment time, only Jiang Ruozhuo appeared and announced that Qiu Qiansha had withdrawn from the Chinese clan and made a vow that he would never step into the Chinese clan in his lifetime."

"Although everyone has not seen the process of this battle, everyone knows that it must be Jiang Ruozhuo who won."

"However, news came out that Jiang Ruozhuo began to be shut down the day after the war. Although it was a rumor, Jiang Ruozhuo had never shown up since then."

"No wonder Yi Chengyao has such a strong cultivation level at such a young age. It turns out that he is Qiu Qiansha's disciple!"

Yi Yun looked worried: "That Qiu Qiansha was already so powerful thirty years ago, and his unique martial arts must be extremely powerful. Yi Chengyao is his apprentice. Now Lin Yun has no hope of winning!"

Uncle Seven sighed: "Oh, let it be fate!"

Uncle Qin didn't say anything, but his face looked dim.

Thanks to Uncle Seven, he recognized the Blood Hand Shura Palm, otherwise none of the warriors in the hall, including Uncle Qin and Mr. Lian, would have known it.

After all, Qiu Qiansha, like the sword god Yan Nantian, are both top-notch powerful men who disappeared from the Chinese land thirty years ago.

The ordinary people and rich men in the hall were filled with horror.

"Oh my God, he's a devil!"

"I heard ghosts crying inside, and lightning was around. That's still human!"

These ordinary people were so scared that their legs were weak. Many of them had lived for most of their lives and had never been exposed to such incredible things. What they saw and heard today directly subverted their understanding of the world.

Although Bai Ruiwen, Gu Xiuran and others were afraid of this powerful force from the bottom of their hearts, the stronger Yi Chengyao was, the smaller the hope of Lin Yun's survival.

"Lin Yun, this time you're still alive!"

Yi Chengyao was condescending, like a demon god in hell, looking at Lin Yun, as if facing an ant.

"Boy, go and die!"

With a loud shout, the huge blood-red palm suddenly fell towards Lin Yun.

Lin Yun was still sitting on the chair, his face was plain. Facing the powerful blow that made people tremble, a disdainful sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"A thing of this level is also called a martial art? I will let you see what real martial arts are!"

Lin Yun put down his chopsticks and slashed out with a palm calmly.

"The first 18 styles of the Avenue, the first style of the Broken Mountain style!"

Bang!

Lin Yun's palm was like a giant axe to open the sky, directly splitting the blood-colored palm from it, destroying Yi Chengyao's attack in an instant.

Yi Chengyao fell from the air and fell to the ground with a look of horror.

Before he could stand firm, Lin Yun's faint voice sounded again: "The second style of the Eighteenth Style of the Avenue, the water-dividing style!"

Lin Yun flipped his palm gently and sent it out.
Chapter completed!