With one move, Yan Zheng used the strongest attack after entering the extreme realm, but he was beaten like this by Chu Lingyun?

This... how evil is this?!

Looking at Chu Lingyun, who was like a god of war in the field, Shangguan Youyou's brain became blank, his aloof breasts kept shaking, and his heart was beating constantly.

She had thought about countless scenes and endings, but never thought that Chu Lingyun could actually hurt Yan Zheng severely.

This guy's strength is so terrifying!

On the side, a dazzling light flashed across Lan Caiyun's eyes, and a beautiful curve appeared on the corner of his mouth.

However, Dugu Fengming's mouth was so wide that he could almost stuff a goose egg.

This...is this still a human being?!

Even if he starts practicing from his mother's womb, it is impossible for him to be so terrifying, right?

If you are in a different place, can you survive if you face Yan Zheng’s palm?

The answer is no.

He knew very well that he could not survive at all, and even his bones could break, bleeding from seven orifices, and his death was very ugly.

"Haha, I, Brother Chu, will never disappoint you!"

After Nangong Wushi saw Chu Lingyun knocking Yan Zheng away, a smug smile appeared on his face, as if he had won by the weak.

Upon hearing this, Old Mrs. Ma's eyes also shone brightly.

You should know that moves are important, but eyesight and timing of action are also extremely important.

Without exceptionally rich practical experience, it is never possible to do this.

Chu Lingyun is definitely worthy of the name of the Dragon King!

After flicking the broken grass that fell on his own, Chu Lingyun slowly came to Yan Zheng and looked down at him and asked: "How about it, is this surprise or not? Do you like it?"

"puff……"

Yan Zheng was furious and wanted to say something, but unfortunately, as soon as he opened his mouth, he immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing that he was so embarrassed at this moment, Chu Lingyun not only had no pity in his eyes, but instead joked: "Don't be excited, speak slowly, speak slowly."

Yan Zheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, took a deep breath, calmed down, stared at Chu Lingyun, and said breathlessly: "You...how could your move become so strong?"

Chu Lingyun suddenly sneered: "Is it really just a strong move? If you think so, then I will be really disappointed."

Speaking of this, Chu Lingyun's eyes suddenly flashed, and then he smiled:

"Okay, I don't need to say more now, right? Now whoever loses wins and wins is clear at a glance, then don't waste time, hurry up and fulfill our bet and take out your Yijin Jing!"

"This, I..."

Yan Zheng never thought that he would lose. Now that Chu Lingyun asked this, he was stunned and looked at the gray-robed monk next to him.

Seeing this, Nangong Wushi's eyes sterned, then stood up and said to the gray-robed monk: "Old monk, you won't admit it in front of such a person, right?"

The monk with gray robe shrank slightly and his hands closed: "Amitabha! We really lost, we should fulfill our promise, and Mr. Chu took it."

Then he took out a booklet from the generous monk's robe, weighed it lightly, and then raised one hand.

In an instant, the booklet was like a sharp arrow, rolling up a strong wind, and a sharp roar sound shot towards Chu Lingyun in the air.

Chu Lingyun raised the corner of his mouth slightly. When the book was about to reach in front of him, he quickly reached out and held it. Then he turned his body and removed the powerful force in the book.

After looking at the booklet in my hand, there were three big words Yijin Jing written on it on the cover of kraft paper. Chu Lingyun immediately wanted to look through it.

"Amitabha!" Just as Chu Lingyun was about to reach out to look, the gray-robed monk would have shouted the Buddha's name again and said, "Master Chu, I have something to say."

Chu Lingling raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at the gray-robed monk with some amusement: "Oh? What do you want to say?"

Obviously, he had guessed something.

Sure enough, the brilliant and brilliant man said lightly: "Master Chu, before looking through the Yijin Jing, please think twice."

"Hmm?" Chu Lingyun raised his eyebrows and looked at the gray-robed monk with an evil look on his face. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and asked, "Old monk, what do you mean?"

The monk with gray robe looked at his eyes and nose and looked at his heart calmly, and calmly reminded: "The Yijin Jing is my Shaolin martial arts. Except for a very small number of people in Shaolin who can learn it, no one can practice and observe it."

Upon hearing this, Chu Lingyun's face darkened and his voice said coldly: "Old monk, do you want to tell me that even if I win, I can't practice anymore?"

The monk with gray robe closed his eyes slightly and pondered for a moment, saying, "Donor Chu can watch it, but there must be a condition." Chu Lingyun said with a cold face, "At this time, you have to talk to me about the conditions. Do you really think that I, Chu, are you easy to bully me?"

The gray-robed monk did not care about Chu Lingyun's attitude, but said to himself: "I have never thought so before. If Mr. Chu really wants to observe the Yijin Sutra, there are only two ways to go!"

"First, convert to my Buddha and become my Shaolin disciple; second, the Yijin Sutra is in the hands of the donor Chu, you can watch it privately or even practice it, but you may be held accountable by my Shaolin."

Before Chu Lingyun could speak, Nangong Wushi, who was beside him, could no longer hold back his breath.

He sneered: "Bah! Damn bald donkey, are you shameless? My Brother Chu won, and that Yijin Jing is his. What do you mean when you say this now?"

As soon as Nangong Wushi finished speaking, his figure flashed and he came to Chu Lingyun, looking at the gray-robed monk with anger on his face.

At this moment, Old Mrs. Ma's voice also sounded: "Yes, Old Man Nangong said this reasonably. I also think that the Yijin Jing should be Mr. Chu's. He can see it whenever he wants, and practice it whenever he wants, it has nothing to do with you Shaolin."

"If you want to bet, you have to admit defeat. Don't act like you can't afford to lose. It would be bad if you lose Shaolin's face!"

It was the time to get involved with Chu Lingyun. Of course, Old Mrs. Ma would not miss it. She immediately expressed her attitude and stood directly on Chu Lingyun's side.

As he spoke, Old Mrs. Ma also flew up and stood on the other side of Chu Lingyun like Nangong Wushi.

At this time, Shangguan Youyou's eyes turned, he quickly came to Chu Lingyun, and directly pulled his arm and said:

"Old monk, and our Shangguan family also think so. You didn't explain before the competition. Now you have lost, but there are various reasons. Are you still shameless?"

Boy friend?

Chu Lingyun's face, which had originally had expressionless face, twitched slightly.

What a fucking boyfriend!

You can say it in front of so many people?!

It's really nothing to look for trouble!

All the troubles are caused to my brother.

But then again, this feels pretty good.

Thinking of this, he secretly glanced at his soft-wrapped arm.

Shangguan Youyou noticed his gaze and blinked at him charmingly.

Well……
Chapter completed!