Sword Dao Alchemy

"Lin Yun! Bring me five hundred thousand taels of gold immediately, and then get out of here."

"Otherwise! I'll beat you all over the place!"

"Consider yourself unlucky if you meet Yang Yifeng, who is ranked tenth on my elite list!"

Yang Feng rushed up and yelled at Lin Yun, his attitude was domineering and arrogant, and he didn't take Lin Yun seriously at all.

He understood that he had strong support behind him, and even if he couldn't defeat Lin Yun, he would still get the money in his hands.

"Yang Yifeng?" When Lin Yun heard this name, Yang Yifan's name suddenly flashed in his mind.

"Are they brothers?" Lin Yun's heart moved.

"Even if they are not brothers, they are still members of the same family. Because the arrogant and domineering characters are inherited from the same origin!"

"Humph! You want to beat me to the ground! You're just tenth on the elite list. I don't think there's much difference from Yang Yifan. Yang Yifan can't block my move, and you can't do the same!"

"However, if I defeat you with one move, you will be embarrassed, but the pain will be less. I am also sorry for your arrogance! So, should I let you earn fifty thousand taels?"

Lin Yun's eyes flashed with a trace of imperceptible evil. He looked at Yang Yifeng coldly and said with a smile: "If you want money, you rely on your ability. Come here and beat me!"

Yang Yifeng felt angry when he saw Lin Yun looking at him with extremely disdainful eyes.

This kid doesn't buy his fault at all!

So, he loudly said: "My father is an elder of the inner sect, and my grandfather is an elder in golden clothes. He is a five-star master of Wuyuan Realm. Can you afford to offend me?"

"Tell you, I am doing it for your own good. I am afraid that if I beat you to death, no one will dare to make decisions for you."

He explained his background in detail.

Lin Yun didn't seem to pay attention at all, and sneered: "Is your father and your grandfather still coming here to rob? You have to know that there are rules here. If you want money, come up on your own. It's useless to rely on me and grandfather."

Lin Yun's words were meant for Yang Yifeng, and also for Elder Wu who was in charge.

Elder Wu is the rule here.

Elder Wu naturally heard it, and he and Yang Yifeng's grandfather really didn't get along.

At this time, Yang Yifeng brought his grandfather out to scare Lin Yun. Wasn't he looking down on him and thinking that he couldn't control the rules here?

So, his fire was lit.

Someone from behind shouted loudly: "I, Wu Zisheng, set the rules here. Who wants to break them?"

This shout, like thunder, shocked everyone present, and no one even spoke loudly.

Yang Yifeng was so shocked that he was a little dizzy. Elder Wu yelled at him.

He felt he had made a mistake.

He couldn't afford to offend Wu Zisheng.

This old guy actually loves money so much?

He was filled with hatred.

However, if the people who practice in the sect have no money, where can they find the resources to practice?

What's more, Wu Zisheng also has to give Guiyuan Pavilion face.

Guiyuan Pavilion does not belong to the Yuan Wuzong, but is the property of the Jiang family of the county prince.

To put it bluntly, he is just an informant here for the Jiang family.

Low-level Yang Yifeng doesn't know these things.

Lin Yun didn't know.

But Wu Zisheng knew the truth.

"Lin Yun! If you dare to mess with me, you are seeking death!" Yang Yifeng shook his head suddenly and shouted at Lin Yun with angry eyes.

"You talk so much nonsense!" Lin Yun scolded: "If you want to take my money, come here..."

Yang Yifeng knew that he could no longer hesitate, otherwise, he might not have the courage to act arrogantly in front of Lin Yun anymore.

"Boy! Take a shot from me!"

He showed his spear and shot him.

I have to say, his shots are really good.

The gun body was trembling like a swimming dragon, and it was as fast as the wind, heading straight for Lin Yun's heart.

His shot was a life-threatening shot.

His vicious heart is evident.

It's just that Lin Yun is more powerful than he imagined.

On one side of the body, he made a grab.

But it comes later and arrives first.

Seemingly turning aside casually, he avoided Yang Yifeng's shot, which was as fast as the wind, and stabbed it close to his body.

Then, the outstretched hand firmly grasped the barrel of Yang Yifeng's gun and just dragged it.

Yang Yifeng was pulled over involuntarily.

Then he kicked him over.

"boom!"

Yang Yifeng was kicked in the chest, and the spear in his hand flew away. He flew backwards and hit the edge of the ring. Both feet were thrown out, and he just missed landing on the ring.

However, Lin Yun did not pursue the victory, but just stood and watched coldly.

Yang Yifeng climbed up tenaciously.

He felt Lin Yun's mercy at his feet.

He felt that he still had a chance, and Lin Yun must be afraid of his background.

Lin Yun's previous ferocity was just for show, just to find a way to get off.

Now that he had been defeated quite miserably, Lin Yun should be satisfied.

Next, he will admit defeat to him, admit defeat, and let him get five hundred thousand taels gloriously.

Therefore, when he climbed up shamelessly, a glimmer of pride flashed in his eyes.

And the onlookers also shouted loudly.

"Ah! As expected of being tenth on the elite list, he caught a move! He caught it...a thousand taels! This is the first money I've made today based on my strength!"

"One thousand taels! This will save everyone's shame..."

"It really makes people cry. These five thousand taels are of extraordinary significance..."

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The onlookers started to make a lot of noise. For them, this was a big event.

Except for the little bully Zhou Neng who was suspected of being a spy, Yang Yifeng was the first person to get the money according to the rules.

How could they feel after being suppressed for a long time?

Now was the time for this kind of suppression to explode.

And there were also sober people.

"I'm afraid! Yang Yifeng's misery is coming." Duan Zhengrong's face turned slightly pale.

He could naturally see the real gap between Yang Yifeng and Lin Yun.

That gap was bigger than the gap between him and Yang Yifeng.

So, even if he went up, he would definitely lose.

Although he might be able to hold on for more than three moves.

However, 50,000 taels did not match his reputation.

"Yang Yifeng! He should be able to get 50,000 taels..." Duan Zhengrong murmured.

"Brother! That's good! This guy got a bargain." The people around him were a little jealous.

"What do you know? If an outer disciple was beaten and rolled around, wailing, but finally got 50,000 taels of gold, I'm afraid he would be more than happy."

"But if it was Yang Yifeng, would he be willing?"

"Don't talk about Yang Yifeng, even if it was given to you, would you be willing?"

Suddenly, those guys were dumbfounded. They were unwilling to give it to them. If they lost face, the loss would be more than 50,000 taels.

"This kid is so cruel! He beat people with money..."

They looked at Lin Yun one by one, and their hearts were cold. Yang Yifeng was unlucky to meet this kid.

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