Yun Nantian walked straight into the rest pavilion. Yun Zuodong conjured up a porcelain wine glass from nowhere and poured it for his father and himself.

After looking at the fresh fruits on the table, Yun Nantian sat opposite her son, took the wine glass that was passed to her, took a sip, and sneered: "No matter how good your cultivation qualifications are, you still have to practice, otherwise the pie will not fall in the sky."

After Yun Zuodong was stunned for a moment, he hurriedly explained: "Dad, I was just lazy for a while and I'm going to practice soon."

Yun Nantian put down the wine glass, picked a grape, and put it into his mouth. He didn't care about this matter anymore and changed the subject: "Tomorrow is the day when you challenge Yun Lin. I heard that in the past three days, Yun Lin has

He seems to be a different person, so you should be more careful."

Yun Zuodong didn't take it seriously and said with a smile: "I just learned some improvised martial arts styles. Dad, you still don't believe me?"

Yun Nantian glanced at his son. Indeed, compared to that good-for-nothing Yun Lin, his son was as different as heaven and earth. There was no comparison at all.

He pondered and said: "Tomorrow's challenge has spread within the Yun family. There must be many people coming to watch the fun, and your uncle Yun Qi will also be there. However, you don't have to be merciful. Okay, you can practice when you need to.

, I won’t say much more, just proceed according to the plan mentioned before.”

Yun Zuodong agreed, got up and sent his father out of the yard, then returned to the resting pavilion and poured all the remaining fish feed in the wooden box into the pond. Densely packed fish surfaced and began to fight desperately.

Yun Zuodong looked at the fish in the water competing for fish food with a smile, and said to himself: "Yunlin, Yunlin, it's not good for you to go against anyone, but you go against me. Yue Qingyao, just wait to be a widow."

, when the time comes, when you beg me, I want to see if you are still arrogant."

Dad's intention was very clear. He wanted to take advantage of the challenge to kill Yun Lin and completely solve the trouble. As for his second uncle Yun Qi, he would definitely not watch Yun Lin being beaten to death, but as long as he dared to take action, Dad would have a reason to take action.

On the stone table in the military room, there was a jar of wine for each person and several dishes to go with the wine. Wu Shan and Yun Lin sat across from each other.

Looking at Yun Lin, who had been grinning silly from time to time since he came back, Wu Shan couldn't help but said: "You brat, what are you smiling about? Could it be that if you go out for a while, you really become a fool?"

Yun Lin definitely wouldn't say anything, so he glared at Wu Shan: "Drink your wine and talk nonsense, and you become a fool!"

Wu Shan rolled his eyes, put some food and wine into his mouth, and said vaguely: "Later, I will practice the next four punches for you again. Tomorrow's challenge... Forget it, you talked too much, you

It bothers me too, I just hope you can be careful, Yun Zuodong will probably kill you and then force your father to take action."

Yun Lin suppressed his smile, nodded and said: "Forcing my father to take action, Yun Nantian will have a reason to take action. These two father and son are really cruel and dark in their hearts!"

Wu Shan took a big sip of wine: "Who told you to fail? It's too late now. If you had known this, you shouldn't have agreed to Yun Zuodong's challenge."

Yun Lin shook his head and said with a smile: "Haha, if I don't agree to the challenge of these three days, I'm afraid I was beaten to death or disabled by Yun Zuodong three days ago. It's not my turn to drink with you and brag about it now."

Wu Shan thought for a while, and indeed, even if there was no such challenge, Yun Nantian and Yun Zuodong would definitely do something wrong, and they couldn't escape. He raised the wine jar, bumped it with Yun Lin, and took another sip of wine, feeling a little depressed.

If there is a dispute tomorrow, the old Taoist priest Jia Chen and the swordsman Li Ting will definitely side with Yun Nantian. Otherwise, when Yun Zuodong stopped Yun Lin at the memorial hall, the old Taoist priest Jia Chen would not

Standing idly by without showing any face.

After thinking about it, Wu Shan still said: "You have to be mentally prepared. Tomorrow, the old Taoist priest Jia Chen and the sword cultivator Li Ting will probably side with your uncle."

Yun Lin seemed to have expected it, and he laughed and said: "Old Wu, I am not that stupid. At that time, when Yun Zuodong stopped me and wanted to cause trouble, the old Taoist priest did not show up. I understood.

Come on, let's go. Oh, speaking of which, what do you think, you didn't get attracted by my uncle?"

Wu Shan and Yun Lin bumped into each other, then looked up at the gravel road: "If it weren't for the master, I might have died long ago!"

Yun Lin nodded. In the strange memory of Yun Lin, Wu Shan was indeed brought back by his father. Yun Lin was still young at that time. He only saw Wu Shan lying on the bed in the room covered in blood. He didn't dare to go there. When Wu Shan

After miraculously recovering, he became the janitor and professor of the martial arts room.

We had drinks and snacks.

Wu Shan stood up, walked towards the center of the open space, and said to Yun Lin: "Look carefully, I will punch very slowly, you should remember it first."

Wu Shan took the stance of the fifth punch, and then began to perform the next four punches. The speed was very slow, almost dismantling the movements, allowing Yun Lin to see clearly.

Wu Shan performed the punch twice in succession, then stood still and said: "Fist Nine Hundred Miles, the name is a bit exaggerated, but the punches are powerful, especially the last four punches, the punches are superimposed, and the true energy and force will also increase sharply.

The damage increases, and it progresses step by step. It can be said to be the final killing move. Of course, the time is too short. The boxing techniques you know now are the one-punch barbarian boxing and the nine hundred miles punch I created. The rest are ordinary fighting.

Martial art."

Wu Shan walked towards Yun Lin and said: "However, I hope you remember to understand that when you are really fighting for your life, it doesn't matter what bullshit boxing techniques are, the most important thing is to be effective and effective. If you don't have a move, you will have a move. If you lose face, you will survive in the end."

That’s the most important thing. This is experience in the world, and I’ve suffered losses before.”

Yun Lin asked: "Is it the time when you were brought back by my father and you were covered in blood?"

Wu Shan nodded, but didn't say anything more. He drank by himself. After all, he was sad about the past.

Yun Lin grinned and said: "Old Wu, I don't know about face. When it comes to that, it's just dog bites dog. What's the problem?"

Wu Shan was stunned for a moment, and then gave a thumbs up to Yun Lin. Yes, Yun Lin, although this kid is a waste, he is a scheming and cunning person. It seems that face is really not that important to him.

In the open space, Yun Lin also continued the fifth punch, and then performed the next four punches. When the next four punches were completely memorized, Yun Lin took a deep breath and started from the beginning, practicing the complete punch for nine hundred miles.

When he finally completed the Nine Hundred Miles punch, Yun Lin asked Wu Shan where and where the movements were, and asked about the subtleties. Wu Shan patiently demonstrated to Yun Lin and even talked about the specific circulation path of the true energy and force in the body.

Half a day passed quickly. Yunlin completely memorized and became familiar with the boxing techniques of Fist Nine Hundred Miles. If he were not worried about making too much noise, Yunlin would very much like to use the power of Zhenqi. Let's see what Lao Wu created himself.

The true power of the Nine Hundred Miles Fist.

After leaving the martial arts room, Yun Lin took a look at the sky. After thinking about it, he was still unwilling to give in. He turned around and left the Yun family. According to the strange memory, he came to a hillside location outside Fengyang City.

At this time, the sky was much darker, and in a little while, it would be completely dark.

There is a lawn on the hillside. It can be seen that few people come here, but it is a good place to practice.

Yun Lin no longer wasted any time, and directly opened the fist frame of Jiubaili. Then he took a deep breath and suddenly punched with force, leaving an afterimage on the spot. His steps were like flying, flowing like clouds and water.

Using the punch of Zhenqi, Jiubaili, every time a punch was punched, there were actually ripples of breath and an explosion-like sound.

With each punch, the ripples of breath became even greater, and the sound of explosions resounded throughout the hillside. With the last punch, the ripples of breath spread out like floods, and several trees as thick as a bowl on the top of the hillside collapsed instantly.

Go down.

Right in front of the punch, a huge deep pit exploded, and the soil flew up with weeds, and it took a long time before it fell to the ground.

Yun Lin was stunned. He didn't expect that Nine Hundred Miles Fist could be so powerful. Looking at the several bowl-sized trees that fell to the ground and suffered damage on the top of the mountain, as well as the huge deep pit in front, you must know that Yun Lin did not punch with all his strength.

He only used one-third of his true energy to achieve such power.

With a smile on his face and calm composure, Yun Lin turned around and strode down the mountain back to the city.

Back at Yun's house, night had fallen. Seeing the faint light coming from the distance, Yun Lin grinned. It was great to have a daughter-in-law and a home.

However, thinking about what happened at noon, Yun Lin stopped when he came to the entrance of the courtyard. The stick was still fresh in his memory, and he subconsciously touched his nose.

Instead of pushing the door directly in, she shouted at the entrance of the courtyard: "Qingyao, I really didn't mean to laugh at you about what happened today. I was just afraid that you wouldn't want to eat the crispy chicken I gave you and would eat the crispy chicken."

It would be a pity to throw it away. After all, I paid for it. Who knew I would see you... No, no, I actually didn't see anything. I can swear to God."

Just as Yun Lin was about to raise his palm, the courtyard door opened. Yue Qingyao, still wearing a bright red dress, looked at Yun Lin coldly: "Come in, today's matter ends here, just pretend that nothing happened.

.”

Naturally, Yun Lin didn't dare to mention it again. Like a chicken pecking at rice, he followed Yue Qingyao into the courtyard and closed the door.

I glanced at the vegetable patch in the corner and couldn't help but nod my head, it looked quite impressive.

After entering the room, Yun Lin closed the door. Yue Qingyao was already sitting by the bed. She glanced at Yun Lin who had closed the door: "Tomorrow is the date you agreed to Yun Zuodong's challenge, isn't it? The location is in the memorial hall?"

Yun Lin closed the door and said without thinking too much: "Yes, there is a large high-end memorial hall in the memorial hall. There are formations there, and tomorrow's challenge will be held there."

Yue Qingyao nodded and said, "I will go there with you tomorrow."

Yun Lin had already walked towards the corner bunk position. He was about to nod and say yes, but he reacted, stopped and looked at Yue Qingyao, who had a calm face. He thought he had heard wrong, and stared at Yue Qingyao with wide eyes.

Said: "What did you say? You want to come with me??"
Chapter completed!