C4 Sword in Hand

As Lin Feng finished speaking, the entire Martial Arts Arena suddenly quieted down.

Lin Feng took the initiative to challenge Lin Yun?

Even Lin Hai was stunned as he looked at his son in surprise. As for the elders who had stood up and were about to leave, they sat back down and looked at Lin Feng with interest.

As for Lin Haoran, he smiled coldly. At this moment, he was holding back a wave of anger in his heart. He didn't expect that this trash would take the initiative to look for his son, Lin Yun.

"Lin Yun, promise him." Lin Haoran's gaze fell on Lin Yun, and he gave him a profound look.

Lin Yun looked at Lin Feng. He felt insulted. Among the disciples of the family, his talent could only be considered ordinary. Only in front of Lin Feng could he find pride. Therefore, every time he saw Lin Feng, he would be happy to ridicule him. However, Lin Feng, the most useless person in the younger generation of the family, actually said that he wanted to challenge him. This undoubtedly made Lin Yun lose face.

"If you can take three of my attacks, I won't attack again." Lin Yun walked out. He wanted to use the cruelest method to defeat Lin Feng and make him understand how useless he was.

"If you can take one of my punches, then consider it my loss." Lin Feng shook his head and said indifferently. This kind of indifferent tone made Lin Yun's face instantly turn gloomy, as if he really couldn't even withstand a single punch from Lin Feng.

The crowd was also stunned as they looked at Lin Feng speechlessly. This guy must be out of his mind to actually speak such arrogant words.

"No matter how beautiful the words of a trash are, he is still a trash in the end. Only trash like you can be so eloquent." Lin Yun mocked.

Lin Feng laughed. He was so eloquent? It seemed that he only said one sentence.

"I'm going to make my move." Lin Feng did not want to waste any more time with his opponent. As soon as he finished speaking, he moved his body forward, slowly raised his fist, and waved it towards Lin Yun.

"One punch?" A trace of cruelty flashed across Lin Yun's eyes. He did not retreat and also swung his fist. He wanted to let Lin Feng know how big of a difference there was.

The air suddenly trembled, and a violent wave suddenly appeared on Lin Feng's fist. The force of the fist whistled, and the crowd saw a wave crazily pressing towards Lin Yun.

Martial Skill, Nine Waves!

Lin Yun's expression suddenly changed, because he could feel the pressure, but it was too late for him to retreat. His fists collided, and Lin Yun felt fierce waves pressing against his body through his fists, each wave stronger than the last.

"Puff!"

With a muffled groan, Lin Yun's body flew out, causing everyone's gaze to freeze. This scene was extremely similar to the battle between Lin Hai and Lin Badao. Lin Yun did not have the slightest strength to resist as he was sent flying with a single punch.

Lin Haoran stood up and stared blankly at Lin Yun, who had fallen to the ground.

"How is this possible? How is this possible..." Lin Yun was also in a daze, unable to accept this cruel reality.

When the crowd heard Lin Yun's voice, they suddenly remembered what Lin Feng had just said. You keep saying that I'm trash. I want to ask, if one day you find out that you're even worse than me, how are you going to get off the stage? The facts in front of them undoubtedly proved the youth's unyielding pride.

"Is he still the useless young master of the Lin Family?" Looking at Lin Feng, the crowd suddenly had an idea. To be able to send Lin Yun flying with a single punch, he must have at least 6000 pounds of strength.

"You keep saying that I'm trash, and now you can't even take one punch from me. What are you?" Lin Feng mocked as he looked at Lin Yun's malicious gaze.

"And you, as an elder, have always said the word trash. Now that your son has been defeated by me with a single punch, you call me trash. Are you also saying that your son is trash?"

Raising his head, Lin Feng looked at Lin Haoran and said.

"He's only at the sixth level of the Qi Martial Stage. Is he strong enough to show off here?" Lin Haoran was actually being scolded by the younger generation, and his face was extremely ugly.

"It's not a show of strength. I am just returning what you father and son gave me." Lin Feng did not want to say anything more, so he turned around and left, saying, "Those who humiliate others will always be humiliated!"

"Those who humiliate others will be humiliated by others!" Lin Hai muttered to himself as his smiling eyes flashed with a bright light. His son had really changed. He could actually still say such philosophical words.

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Lin Feng returned to his room in the courtyard and started cultivating again. Defeating Lin Yun, who was at the fifth level of the Qi Martial Stage, was not enough to make him proud. The talent of Lin Heng, who had beaten him up and thrown him out of the sect, was much stronger than Lin Yun's. He was a Martial Cultivator at the eighth level of the Qi Martial Stage and Lin Badao's children. His talent was much stronger than Lin Yun's, especially Lin Badao's daughter, Lin Qian. It was said that she had already reached the ninth level of the Qi Martial Stage.

There were three months left before the annual gathering. At that time, all the disciples who cultivated in the sect would return. If he did not raise his cultivation as soon as possible, he, Lin Feng, might be the next one to be humiliated.

Cultivation was timeless. When a martial artist cultivated, time would pass the fastest. For a martial artist who could absorb the Elemental Qi of Universe, not eating for ten days would not be a problem at all. Elemental Qi of Universe was the purest essence of Qi.

After ten days, Lin Feng finally walked out of his room and let out a long breath. In ten days, he had already reached the peak of the sixth level of the Qi Martial Stage. He was only one breath away from stepping into the seventh level of the Qi Martial Stage.

Lifting his foot, Lin Feng arrived at his father's room.

"Xiao Feng, isn't it good to cultivate at home? Why must you return to the sect?" Lin Hai was a little worried when he heard Lin Feng say that he wanted to return to the sect. Lin Hai was still brooding over what happened last time, and he couldn't let it go.

"Father, there are some things that cannot be avoided. If I hide at home and cultivate, Father will always protect me. How can I grow up and become an expert in Martial Tao?" Lin Feng's eyes were filled with determination. The power of the sect was much stronger than that of the Lin Family. There were powerful arts and martial skills there, and there was also intense competition. Only in the sect could he grow even faster.

Seeing the determination in Lin Feng's eyes, Lin Hai sighed in his heart. His son had really grown up. That's right, staying at home and being protected by him was the behavior of a coward. How could he become an expert in Martial Tao? It was just that the hearts of parents in the world were not willing to part with him.

"Since you insist on returning to the sect, I won't stop you, but you have to be careful of your own safety." Lin Hai nodded and compromised.

"Don't worry, Father. I will definitely work hard to cultivate and trample them underfoot." Lin Feng's words were filled with confidence. With the Dark Martial Soul, his cultivation speed was many times faster than ordinary people, and his comprehension ability had also become stronger. Coupled with his persistent heart, he had reason to believe that he would not be inferior to those so-called geniuses.

Lin Feng did not bring much with him. A thousand-mile snow, a bag of dry food and some silver taels.

"Father, I'm leaving." Outside Yangzhou City, Lin Feng looked at his father and said.

"Okay, be careful." Lin Hai nodded his head and then Lin Feng rode on his horse. The Thousand Snow turned into a white cloud in the blink of an eye and soon disappeared from Yangzhou City.

The vast land stretched as far as the eye could see. Lin Feng rode on his horse and galloped between the heaven and earth. Suddenly, a feeling of pride and ambition rose in his heart.

In his previous life, Lin Feng liked martial arts. He wanted to ride a horse and sing a song, and travel the world with his sword. He did not expect that in this life, he would also have the chance to ride a horse and roam freely.

A pot of turbid wine, a song of love and a lifetime of insolence!

A hero would travel the world with his sword, and his heroic spirit would dye the blue sky red!

In this life, he was destined to be extraordinary. In this life, he was destined to be magnificent!