The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

After Lin Yun finished speaking, he stepped forward and slapped Pan Yunlong on the chest with his palm.

"Senior brother, be careful, this kid knows eagle claws!" Rong Guangjie reminded.

But Pan Yunlong didn't need to remind him at all, he had already seen the reality of Lin Yun's palm. He is not afraid of this palm at all. No matter how it changes, the power of the palm is there. He is Master Qin's first disciple. He has already reached the pinnacle of energy transformation under the master's sect. In a few years, he will probably touch the threshold of the master.

Lin Yun's strength was far inferior to him.

But what shocked Pan Yunlong was Lin Yun's footwork. Taking one step forward, she was strangely in front of him. Just when he was about to neutralize the opponent's palm and prepare to counterattack, the opponent had already switched to his side in half a step.

This footwork is a bit like the Jinmen ancient martial arts mizongbu, but not exactly the same.

Pan Yunlong's kung fu was obviously much better than Lin Yun's, but because of this weird footwork, he was unable to counterattack for the moment and could only defend.

Lin Yun made continuous moves and found that Pan Yunlong was very powerful and had almost no flaws in his body. He was unable to break through for a while.

The two of them fought like this for a while.

The shop was very small, but the two men were so light that they could advance or retreat within half a step, without any impact.

In fact, with Pan Yunlong's strength, in a head-to-head confrontation, if his true energy is released, in such a small space, no matter how clever Lin Yun's Yu steps are, he cannot avoid them, and he can only fight head-on, and then he will lose.

It's just that Pan Yunlong was very curious about his footwork, and he was observing it, trying to figure out the mystery. This is a common thought among martial arts practitioners. When they see new and powerful martial arts, they always want to understand it.

In Pan Yunlong's view, Lin Yun could not be his opponent and could not escape his grasp.

The so-called layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

Hou Qigui couldn't see the winner between the two, and felt nervous, so he asked Wang Baishun, "Master Xi, who can win?"

Wang Baishunxin said, you ask me, how do I know?

Just ask the bodyguard next to you: "Who has a better chance of winning?"

The bodyguard said: "Master Pan is at the peak of his strength and is not far away from being a grandmaster. There is no way this kid can win."

"But how can I watch them come and go?"

"That's Mr. Pan who is playing tricks on him. Maybe he is studying his martial arts skills. But as long as Mr. Pan wants to win, he can win with one move."

Wang Baishun nodded. He believed in his bodyguard. After all, he was a professional in martial arts.

Hou Qigui's heart dropped. He looked at Lin Manqing and wanted to ask Mrs. Li, where is Mr. Li? Why aren't you coming?

In fact, let alone him, Lin Manqing was also a little nervous.

She also saw that Lin Yun was no match for Pan Yunlong. If he took action himself and used magic to help, he would only be able to hold Lin Yun up for a while.

And, of course, rigor. But Lin Manqing wasn't very clear about Rigorous's strength. I only heard Lin Yun say that when the two brothers were together, God would kill God if he stood in the way, and Buddha would kill Buddha if he stood in the way of Buddha. Of course this is bragging.

‘Why isn’t Muchen coming? ’

Lin Manqing was a little anxious. On the one hand, she was afraid that Lin Yun would be defeated. On the other hand, she was also worried that something might have happened to Li Muchen along the way.

After a while, although Pan Yunlong had not yet figured out Lin Yun's footwork, he also saw some clues. Knowing that there was no point in continuing the fight, he was ready to use his strength to deal with Lin Yun.

"Boy, you're still young. Go to hell!"

After Pan Yunlong finished speaking, he spread his arms horizontally, and a huge invisible force surged out. This power had almost no blind spots. Unless Lin Yun could get around behind him, he would have no choice but to resist his push.

Lin Yun knew what Pan Yunlong was going to do when he stretched out his arms. He backed away and shouted, "My good cousin, what are you waiting for?"

Pan Yunlong didn't pay attention to Yan Jin at all, because he had already observed that Yan Yan's true energy was weak and his martial arts was far inferior to Lin Yun in front of him. Even if the two of them were similar, coming to help would only lead to death.

But soon, Pan Yunlong knew that he was wrong.

Yan Jin quickly retreated and bumped into the Bogu rack with a bang. Things on the shelves clattered to the floor.

Pan Yunlong's true energy came like a tide, and Lin Yun had no way to avoid it.

But at this moment, Yan Jing suddenly appeared next to Lin Yun. He took a brush from nowhere and waved it lightly.

The void is spread out, as if lightly dyed with ink, spread out on the invisible rice paper.

With just one stroke, Pan Yunlong's true energy was completely eliminated, as if it had been absorbed by the invisible rice paper.

Pan Yunlong was extremely shocked. At this moment, only he knew what was happening.

This is no longer martial arts!

Pan Yunlong can be sure that this kid knows magic!

Just when he was shocked, Lin Yun's counterattack came.

As soon as Yan Jin stood up, Lin Yun had already thought of a counterattack move. When Yan Jin neutralized Pan Yunlong's blow and Pan Yunlong was stunned, Lin Yun used his ghostly movement skills to reach Pan Yunlong's side. , one hand turned into a claw, grabbing Pan Yunlong's throat, and the other hand, with a red palm, slapped Pan Yunlong's ribs with a cinnabar palm.

Pan Yunlong is not afraid of him, the difference in kung fu is there. But when he saw Yan Jing's red palm, he was still surprised.

"Cinnabar Palm!"

Pan Yunlong didn't know that Lin Yun's cinnabar palm was just for bluffing, and he didn't dare to let him hit the ribs closest to the heart first, so he turned his palm to face Lin Yun.

But at this time, the rigorous pen over there made a big stroke, and after the stroke just now, he actually started writing in the air.

Pan Yunlong saw characters in the void, one stroke after another, long or short, some were calm and powerful, some were as sharp as a knife, and the words contained murderous intent.

Pan Yunlong had no choice but to be distracted, free up his other hand, and try his best to wave a palm.

But in this way, he had two hands, one hand facing Lin Yun, and one hand to deal with the rigorous Void Shuyi, and he had no way to prevent Lin Yun's other hand from locking on his throat.

The powerful palm wind collided with the void calligraphy.

At this time, he was also facing Lin Yun's cinnabar palm.

With this pair of palms, Pan Yunlong immediately knew that Lin Yun was just bluffing. The cinnabar palms were just for beginners and had no harm at all.

On the other hand, the strength of the eagle claw finger in the throat locking technique was already quite strong.

But with this heat, it was impossible to hurt Pan Yunlong. Pan Yunlong's body was protected by his true energy, and his neck was as hard as steel. With a slight shake of his head, he escaped from Lin Yun's claws.

"Boy, you still owe some!"

Pan Yunlong sneered, and with just three points of force on the hand facing Lin Yun's cinnabar palm, Lin Yun's arm would be useless.

However, before he exerted any force, he felt a hint of coldness in his throat.

Lin Yun, however, had already slipped out like a loach and retreated to Yan Jing's side.

Pan Yunlong reached out and touched his neck, which was bloody red.

He looked at Lin Yun and Yan Jin in disbelief.

Lin Yun raised his right hand with a smile. His right hand was still in the position of an eagle's claw, and had just grabbed Pan Yunlong's neck.

He slowly loosened his bent fingers and saw a blade thinner than a piece of paper hidden between his fingers.

"Cicada Wing Knife!" Pan Yunlong was shocked, "Are you from the Rongmen...?"

His last few words were muffled because the wound on his neck collapsed, his throat and blood vessels were broken, and blood spurted out.