Awakening the Eternal Heaven-Swallowing Art

Chu Xinghui was full of confidence.

He didn't believe that Ling Yun could resist such an attack.

Ling Yun remained motionless.

When Chu Xinghui's big hand grabbed him, Ling Yun punched him directly.

Extremely killing punch!

The strength exceeds one billion pounds.

In an instant, Ling Yun's fist collided with Chu Xinghui's flaming palm.

Chu Xinghui's flaming hand was blasted by Ling Yun without any suspense.

The violent wave of fire instantly rolled back towards Chu Xinghui.

boom!

Chu Xinghui was hit by his own fire wave and was knocked backwards for hundreds of meters. His whole body was charred and black, and he was in a miserable state.

After landing, Chu Xinghui's face immediately turned red.

He felt that the people around him were looking at him with strange eyes, as if they were saying, why is he so vulnerable when he has such a strong tone?

Suddenly, Chu Xinghui's heart was filled with endless feelings of shame and annoyance.

He himself never thought that he was no match for Ling Yun.

Thinking of his previous words of contempt for Ling Yun, it was undoubtedly a slap in his own face.

Turning from embarrassment to anger, Chu Xinghui said angrily: "Ling Yun, are you trying to forcefully confront the Discipline Hall?"

Ling Yun's expression remained unchanged: "Chu Xinghui, you said it yourself that you wanted me to see how strong you are. Didn't you mean to give me some pointers?

Since you want to give me advice, how can I feel how strong you are if I don't take action.

It's a pity that you really disappointed me. I thought you, the core disciple of the inner camp, were really so strong, and you could only do it after a long time. "

As soon as Ling Yun said these words, Chu Xinghui's face looked more like a big dyeing shop. It turned green and white, changing several times in one breath.

"Okay, very good, Ling Yun, I underestimated you."

Chu Xinghui gritted his teeth, "But it doesn't make sense for you to be arrogant with me here. I want to see if you can continue to be so arrogant when you get to the Discipline Hall and see the hall master."

As he spoke, he waved his hand: "Someone, take him away."

Members of the Discipline Hall surrounded Ling Yun, but no one dared to catch Ling Yun.

"Ling Yun, do you really want to resist arrest?"

Chu Xinghui stared at Ling Yun.

He wished that Ling Yun would take action, preferably by injuring several members of the Discipline Hall. In that case, even if Ling Yun was not guilty, it would become a serious crime.

Ling Yun smiled.

He had to admit that Chu Xinghui still had some tricks up his sleeve.

Regardless of whether he is guilty or not, if he really dares to take action against other members of the Discipline Hall now, he may really have fallen into Chu Xinghui's trap.

What's more, Ling Yun is not afraid of going to the Discipline Hall.

He wanted to see if the Discipline Hall could give him justice. If not, he wouldn't mind leaving the Pagoda Camp.

Ling Yun did not return to Chu Xinghui and walked directly out of the courtyard.

"Ling Yun, what are you going to do? You really have to fight tooth and nail..."

Chu Xinghui's eyes flashed with joy.

"idiot."

Ling Yun sneered disdainfully, "Of course I'm going to the Discipline Hall."

Hearing this, Chu Xinghui's eyes solidified with joy, and his face turned ugly for a while.

When Ling Yun walked out of the courtyard, he found that dozens of people had gathered outside.

Obviously, the fluctuations in the fighting here have alarmed other disciples from the Pagoda Camp around them.

"Song Yang is actually dead?"

"This Ling Yun is really brave and dares to kill Song Yang."

"Yes, Song Yang is not only the son of Coach Song Yuan, but also the direct disciple of Coach Tie."

"But Ling Yun is really strong. Not only can he kill Song Yang, he can't even defeat Chu Xinghui. He's really a monster."

All the disciples in the Buddha Camp were talking about it.

They were shocked by Ling Yun's audacity, and were also severely shocked by Ling Yun's strength.

"It's a pity that he dared to kill Song Yang and also offended Chu Xinghui. This time he went to the Discipline Hall. I think he will never come back."

"A real man is capable of bending and stretching. It doesn't matter how evil a person like him is. He has no wisdom and does not know how to tolerate. He is just a common man."

"A person in the lowest lower realm is a person in the lowest lower realm. No matter how talented he is, he can't cover up his small size."

There were also many disciples from the inner camp in the crowd.

Their comments were obviously much harsher.

It was obvious that Ling Yun was so powerful that many of them felt jealous.

They were vaguely gloating over Ling Yun's misfortune, and tried their best to find a sense of superiority in other ways.

There is a mountain inside the pagoda camp.

This mountain is called "Discipline Mountain".

The famous Discipline Hall was built here.

At this moment, in the Discipline Hall.

"Master Wang, your alchemy skills are really getting better and better."

Song Yuan, the deputy battalion commander of Futu Camp, said with a flattering tone.

Facing him, there was a young man in white refining elixir.

This young man in white looks to be in his mid-twenties, about the same age as most of the disciples in the Buddha Camp. However, even when Song Yuan faced the young man in white, he was in awe.

Because this young man in white is none other than the master of the Discipline Hall of Futu Camp, Wang Jinglong.

King Jinglong, both Dan and Wu are unique.

He is not only a ninth-grade alchemist, but also a ninth-grade soul warrior.

After hearing Song Yuan's words, Wang Jinglong had no reaction and was still concentrating on refining the pill.

"In this pagoda camp now, in terms of alchemy talent, only two people can compete with the hall master."

Song Yuan didn't care about Wang Jinglong's attitude. There was a glint in his eyes, as if he said casually.

"Two people?"

After hearing this, Wang Jinglong finally had a reaction and raised his brows.

"You know the first person, it's the monster in the inner camp."

Song Yuan said with a smile: "As for the other person, he is really special."

"Now that you mention it, I am really interested in this other person."

Wang Jinglong said lightly.

From his tone, one can't tell whether he is happy or angry.

Song Yuan felt complacent in his heart. He knew the master of the Discipline Hall well and knew that the latter was the most arrogant.

Usually, such people can't stand someone who can be on par with themselves.

Song Yuan immediately said: "The person I'm talking about is a disciple of my outer camp, named Ling Yun."

He lowered his head, and his smile became even stronger.

Obviously, he said this deliberately in front of Wang Jinglong.

If Wang Jinglong had any grudge against Ling Yun, it would be enough to make Ling Yun suffer.

"Outer camp disciple?"

Wang Jinglong was still very calm, "How strong can the alchemy talent of an outer camp disciple be?"

He was really calm, not pretending.

Song Yuan thought he had been provoking very subtly, but Wang Jinglong was such a person that he would not be able to see through Song Yuan's little trick.

Unfortunately, Song Yuan's vision was still too low.

To Wang Jinglong, Futu Camp and even the entire Futu Island were nothing.

In his eyes, the warriors here were just mediocre people.

He came here to be the head of the Discipline Hall just for fun.

But he did not expose Song Yuan, but seemed very interested.

He just thought that this game was a bit interesting.

"Before Futu Camp was renovated, this person had a contest with Chu Xinghui in alchemy, and Chu Xinghui was crushed."

Song Yuan said.

He did not exaggerate, and told Wang Jinglong what Ling Yun had done in a plain tone.