I’m Really Not an Invincible Master

The Qi Jin that Bai Lin played was the eighteen palms of Jianglong with full skill.

In an instant, the sky that was originally swept by the flame smoke of the dragon gun broke free from the darkness.

The eighteen palms of the dragon descended like a golden lightning, falling through the air!

Although Ying Ming dodged in time, the eighteen palms of Jianglong with full skill hit the ground, and several large pits the size of a millstone were instantly formed.

And Bai Lin's palm force also smashed the earth and rocks in the big pit and flew out!

This is the palm of a human being, it is clearly a drilling machine.

"Boom!" In an instant, a stream of water burst out of the deep pit.

"Damn, what's going on!"

"My beam country is in aridity, how can there be such a sudden water column?"

"Is this also Bai Lin's magic?"

"No, this seems to be underground water!"

"Impossible! A few palms in Bailin will be able to punch out the groundwater?"

A group of veterans whispered one after another.

But Bai Lin smiled indifferently. There is no way, who makes him the eighteen palms of Jianglong who used the most skill?

"Bai Lin! How could you do it!" Ying Ming was surprised.

With the skill of the eighth level of the "Huanglong Ying Jue", he can already crush the void, but he is not as fast as Bai Lin?

Bai Lin smiled: "Don't worry about how I did it, just say, did you lose?"

"I..." Ying Ming gaped.

In terms of moves, I really lost. But the loser was very reconciled.

Those who are clearly in the middle of the calamity can easily be crushed by the realm of cultivation. But when Bai Lin was here, he was suppressed by his body skills.

But this generation of my own, being defeated so easily and easily, where do I put my face?

"Bai Lin, count you as cruel. I'm Yingming claiming to be thorough, but I didn't expect it to be overturned by your little loach."

"Acknowledge!" Bai Lin said, letting go of the cool thing that was poking at Ying Ming's back.

Ying Ming turned around, not looking at it, but at first glance, he almost didn't lose his breath.

What kind of magic weapon Bai Lin held in her hand was a cucumber.

"Bai Lin! You!" Ying Ming blew his beard and stared.

He was actually forced to lose by a cucumber.

"I'm never ending with you!" Ying Ming didn't want to put on airs anymore, just like an old man from the village, pointing to Bai Lin's nose and cursing.

"Wait! Old man Ying, are you ashamed?" Then, Wang Yifeng floated over and stopped in front of two people.

"How old are you? You are as knowledgeable as a child? If you lose, you lose. Don't be too playful!"

As Wang Yifeng said, he looked at Bai Lin and nodded: "You kid, that's good! Have courage and strategy!"

Bai Lin also smiled slyly: "Thank you predecessor for the compliment!

"Wang Yifeng! You actually talked to an outsider? How did the Seven Sages of Longgan Lake have been so angry?"

Ying Ming hasn't recovered from the irritation, and the swearing tone just now has been aimed at Wang Yifeng for an instant.

"I said Zongxing, come here quickly and pull your master down, it's a shame!"

With that said, Ye Zongxing walked to the martial arts stage with a face full of embarrassment.

"I said the Eight Sages, hurry up and host! My old man can't wait!"

"You have played against my old man, hurry in! Otherwise I will have to name it!"

Immediately afterwards, the Eight-Sage King stood up, cleared his throat and said:

"Uh...Is there any royal family members present against the side by side king?"

There was no sound underneath.

"Nothing?"

Since it is silent.

"Okay! Then I declare that the half-time winner of the royal clan is the side-by-side king!"

"Hmm..." Wang Yifeng nodded side by side.

The eight-sage king's face was very ugly. Originally this position should belong to his father Wang Xu.

But who knew that two old men who didn't know how to die were killed halfway, and Wang Yifeng defeated his father Wang Lie in seconds.

At this time, his plan to take advantage of the situation to force the palace was completely bankrupt.

The King of Jin and Wang Xu had long been a dead fish face with no expression.

Seeing Bai Lin smiled: "Dear fellow princes and relatives, is there anyone who wants to challenge me?"

After asking three times, there was still silence on this half of the seat.

"Well, then, with me and the king, we can start the finals."

Bai Lin smiled and said, "Master, my two requirements, you and Hu Guohou must also speak for themselves!"

"It's all right, what nonsense, start!"

With that said, Wang Yifeng flicked his hands and used a trick "Soul Destroying Dragon Catch Hand".

Everyone was stunned. Isn't this the "Jade Dragon Heart Sutra"? Why not use the well-proclaimed "Huanglong Yingming Jue"?

Bai Lin was also taken aback, but didn't think much about it. It just protected the front heart.

But Wang Yifeng's moves have changed drastically! Scratched it to the ground!

Then, a thunderbolt smashed from the air instantly! A flame pit with remnants of lightning was formed on the ground.

Afterwards, the flame pit was carried by Wang Yifeng's palm and wind, from the ground along the cracks in the ground, pounced towards Bai Lin!

Bai Lin didn't rush, and started "Transforming Nerves", and his mental power turned into a shield, covering his body.

At this moment, from the ground beneath Bai Lin, a huge black and red magic hand sprang out.

This demon hand was completely like the sharp claws of a first-order monster beast, with yin wind in the claws, and grabbed Bai Lin's lower body from bottom to top.

Bai Lin's strength condensed, concentrated all his mental power under her body, resisting the claw attack.

At the same time, Wang Yifeng finally resorted to "Huanglong's Fate".

The whole person leaped into the air, his feet like a huge boulder, tearing the air and hitting Bai Lin's forehead.

"Bai Lin! Get away!" Yang Chan yelled.

The priest's cold mirror behind him, at the same time as her, both reminded Bai Lin.

Yang Chan, who had already experienced this just now, turned her head and glanced at Han Jing, eyes full of inexplicable jealousy and sadness.

And Han Jing looked at the competition stage intently.

Yang Chan knew how out of place he was eating Fei Jie on such an important occasion.

Seeing Bai Lin on the field, a faint blue fire suddenly appeared all over his body.

Bai Lin has started the soul fire. 60% degree.

"Bang!" With Wang Yifeng's kick, the world seemed to be torn apart, a shining white light touched the light blue fire, both exploded, and the energy was scattered!

"Hmm--!" Bai Lin suddenly spouted a mouthful of blood.

Wang Yifeng landed slowly at this time. He knew that this kick failed to kick Bai Lin to death, which was enough to show that Bai Lin's skill was not weak.

"How is it, Master? How does it taste?"

While smiling, Wang Yifeng squinted at the **** corner of his mouth and bowed his head silently.

"Haha, ahhahaha..."

Suddenly, Bai Lin laughed presumptuously. The audience was surprised.

"Boy, what are you laughing at? Are you crazy?"

Bai Lin narrowed a smile and said faintly: "It tastes good, Lord, you are a good opponent!"

"A good opponent worth all my strength!"