Lin Yi used only one palm to kill Qin Moxi, who had transformed into a hundred-foot-sided evil ghost. This scene was so shocking that everyone on the martial arts are stunned.

The loud noise still echoed among the mountains, and the thunder was still faint in the sky.

"Lin Yi's Thunder God's Hand is simply terrifying. Even the Netherworld Ghost can kill it. It turns out that the human martial arts are far better than the Netherworld martial arts."

"There is no vain under his reputation. Lin Yi's name as the God of Killing is indeed well-known. Today, he has won all three battles, but he has only suffered some minor injuries. Such combat power is rare in ancient times."

The monks were amazed.

In the hall on the second floor of Fengming Pavilion, the expressions on the faces of many powerful monks became extremely exciting.

Babule, the leader of the Bashan Sword Sect, had a gloomy face and said disdainfully: "The Hand of Thunder God is the magical power of Thunder Ancestor. Lin Yi was lucky enough to obtain it, so it was not a real skill."

"Yes, Lin Yi only relies on the hands of Thunder God of Thunder, otherwise he would definitely not be Qin Moxi's opponent." Someone echoed.

"That's right, Lin Yi is young and does not know the greatness of the world. He dares to break into Qin Feng Mountain. What he relies on is not all kinds of adventures that go against heaven. Even if his adventures are placed on a pig, the pig can break through the shackles and besanctified in one fell swoop." Someone said sourly.

At this moment, a disharmonious voice suddenly sounded: "Who dares to say that the adventure is not part of your cultivation? Isn't the hundred-foot-neested ghost transformed by Qin Moxi a kind of adventure?"

Everyone looked in the voice and found that it was Master Bodhi who raised the question.

When Master Bodhi asked this question, the hall suddenly became silent.

The powerful monks who had previously accused and criticized Lin Yi were all blushed and their necks were thick.

Master Bodhi looked around everyone and said with a serious look: "I know you all have a good relationship with Qin Nantu, but don't be inconsistent with straightness and confusing the black and white."

After saying this, Master Bodhi turned his head and looked out the window.

The hall fell into a brief silence. After a moment, the powerful people changed the subject and began to talk about interesting things about cultivation that were irrelevant.

Xuan Jizi sat opposite Master Bodhi and said with a smile: "It can be seen that Master admires Lin Yi very much."

Master Bodhi asked, "Why aren't you?"

The two of them looked at each other and could see their dissatisfaction with the current world and their deep hatred for the Alliance of Cultivation World in each other's eyes.

Suddenly, Master Bodhi raised his eyebrows and frowned tightly.

"Master, what's wrong?" Xuan Jizi asked in confusion.

"At that moment, I felt a prehistoric aura around me, but when I wanted to observe carefully with my spiritual sense, the prehistoric aura disappeared again." Master Bodhi frowned.

"The prehistoric aura? Qin Feng Sect has only been established for only ten thousand years. Where did the prehistoric aura come from?"

As the elder of Tianji Pavilion, Xuanjizi knew very well about the details of the major sects and immediately raised doubts.

Master Bodhi shook his head gently and said, "Maybe it's a mistake in my feelings. Alas, when people are old, they can't accept old age."

The third floor of Fengming Pavilion.

Qin Nantu felt no regrets about Qin Moxi's death. He was silently calculating in his heart the magical powers that Lin Yi had successively displayed.

When fighting against Qin Shiwu, Lin Yi used a mysterious sword technique.

When fighting against Qin Kuzhu, Lin Yi broke through Nan Ke's dream and stabbed Qin Kuzhu to death with a sword, showing his powerful spiritual perception.

When fighting against Qin Moxi, Lin Yi first used the Yan Emperor's inheritance, then used a mysterious giant palm technique, and finally used the Thunder God's Hand.

Not to mention other magical powers, the single Yan Emperor inheritance made Qin Nantu salivate.

If you add that mysterious sword skill and the two magical giant palms, Lin Yi will definitely be worthy of Qin Feng Sect's efforts to capture him alive.

Qin Nantu looked at Lin Yi's figure in the battlefield in the sky, his eyes shining with greedy light, and a deacon came to report outside the door.

"What's the matter? Come in and talk about it." Qin Nantu said expressionlessly.

The deacon quickly walked into the room, knelt on one knee, and said respectfully: "Report to the sect leader, the Nangong family and the Holy Land of Wenshu, they would send their disciples to fight against Lin Yi."

Qin Nantu raised his eyebrows, and a cold light flashed from his eyes.

"Hmph, they all saw that Lin Yi is a hot commodity. They want to share a good soup with Lin Yi, and they think so beautifully!"

After thinking for a while, Qin Nantu said in his heart: "Okay, since you are going to send your disciples to die, I will fulfill your wishes and let you squeeze Lin Yi dry first and then we will deal with it."

He waved his hand and said expressionlessly: "Since Wenshu Holy Land and the Nangong Family insisted on this, let their disciples go to war."

"Yes, my subordinates will convey the oral order of the sect leader."

The deacon bowed and retreated.

At this time, Qin Nitian came to Qin Nantu from the window and said in confusion: "Father, Lin Yi is the last of the strong bow. Why did you give it to them if you have such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to capture him?"

Qin Nantu glanced at him and smiled and said, "Xiao Tian, ​​you still underestimate Lin Yi. Although Lin Yi was injured and fought three consecutive games, he still had no effort to kill several peak Wuhous. Since the Nangong Family and Wenshu Shengdi were eager to send their disciples to die, we might as well help them. Don't worry, as long as Lin Yi turned into a fly on Qinfeng Mountain, he would never escape."

Lin Yi did not think of escaping, he just wanted to come and save Xueer.

He didn't know where Xue'er was in Qinfeng Mountain now, but he just followed his own feelings to go up the stone steps and mountain road.

"As long as Qin Nitian and Xue'er hold their wedding, there will be a lot of trouble. By then, I will have the opportunity to save Xue'er. Before that, I must hold on to all the battles."

Lin Yi stroked his sore arm, leaned over and picked up the stylus on the ground, and threw it into the rosette space.

At this time, it was already the sun was already three o'clock, and the bright sunshine spread across the mountains, and the mist became fainter and fainter. The deep mountains were still clouds and mist. The morning birds were singing in groups, flying over the mountains, and all kinds of unknown beasts roared from far to near.

Lin Yi had no intention of appreciating such beautiful morning scenery and such beautiful scenery. He was busy killing people.

He walked in the bright sunshine and continued to climb up the steps.

Not long after walking forward, two people blocked Lin Yi's way on the stone steps ahead.

Both of them are slender, with a famous sword, and a look of arrogance.

"My name is Nangong Jun. I come from the Nangong family and have no reputation in the cultivation world. But after today, the name of Nangong Jun will be remembered by the world because Lin Yi died under the Nangong Jun sword." A swordsman said arrogantly.

Another swordsman said expressionlessly: "Lin Yi, my name is Nangong Yue. Today I came to kill you. It is your honor to be able to die at the hands of our brothers."
Chapter completed!