I can bind hundreds of millions of evildoers to practice

Chapter 157 Behind me is Tianjue Palace
Jiang Yun looked at Lin Tianpeng coldly.

He had already guessed in his mind that this place might not belong to the Tianyuan Continent.

Sun Aijian represented Tenglong Academy this time and won the first place in the sword test competition. Even the upper third-rank forces and immortal forces outside Qingzhou should have heard of it.

The other party did not respond at all, and they had never heard of Tianjue Palace.

It seems that the Temple of Ten Absolutes has sent them out of the Tianyuan Continent to a strange place.

"Do you like reasoning, don't you? Then let me reason with you." Jiang Yun's eyes sharpened, and he stood up to confront Lin Tianpeng.

"That depends on whether you have the qualifications to reason with me." Lin Tianpeng sneered, his palm glowed with brilliance, and majestic power gathered in his hand, and he slapped Jiang Yun with his palm.

"Turning palm."

The palm prints covering the sky flipped between the sky and the earth, as if to overturn the sky and make the void tremble.

"Brother Tianpeng's strength has improved a lot."

"Brother Tianpeng is invincible!"

"Dare to provoke Senior Brother Tianpeng, court death!"

The disciples of Tianjue Palace were full of confidence in Lin Tianpeng and looked at him enthusiastically.

In their hearts, Lin Tianpeng is an invincible existence in the Immortal Ascension Boundary.

Countless Immortal Ascension Boundary powerhouses have already been slapped into meat paste by his palm.

Lin Tianpeng's palm is indeed infinitely powerful, somewhat stronger than the palm that the first Shura fought against him.

But what he met was Jiang Yun.

Jiang Yun drew his sword out of its sheath and slashed at Lin Tianpeng.

"What a terrible sword intent!"

Lin Tianpeng and his group were shocked. They thought that Sun Aijian and Shang Jiuge were already the strongest evildoers in Tenglong Academy, but they didn't expect that there was a peerless swordsman hidden among them.

Jiang Yun's sword contained the sword intent of chaos.

boom!
The sword light cut to the palm print, and the berserk power rapidly expanded in the void, and it exploded with a bang. The terrifying power shot out in all directions, annihilating the surrounding ancient trees into ashes.

The power of the palm print dissipated, but the sword light still slashed towards Lin Tianpeng with mighty power.

Lin Tianpeng's complexion changed drastically, and he blocked the sword light with a bright god.

boom!boom!boom!
Although Jianmang was blocked, Lin Tianpeng also flew out backwards, steadied his figure and stopped in embarrassment, he had long since lost his peerless look just now.

The disciple of Tianjue Palace froze with confidence, unexpectedly, Jiang Yun's sword had the upper hand!
"Am I qualified to reason with you now?" Jiang Yun asked coldly.

He didn't bless the power of Dawei Tianlong. Now he is in a strange world, and he doesn't know everything. There are no people from other forces, so I left some leeway for the shot, mainly to deter the opponent.

"I can't think of a low-level force that can cultivate a swordsman like you." Lin Tianpeng looked at Jiang Yun coldly and smiled, "Your strength is good, but you are still not qualified to reason with me, because behind me is the Heavenly Palace .”

The disciples of Tianjue Palace all looked at Jiang Yun and the others domineeringly. Their identity as disciples of Tianjue Palace was their greatest reliance, which was enough to allow them to run amok without hindrance.

Everyone in Jiang Yun felt angry in their hearts. When were they bullied like this?

They are all quick-thinking people, and they have already guessed that they were sent out of Tianyuan Continent by the Temple of Ten Absolutes.

This Tianjue Palace should be one of the most powerful forces here, otherwise it would not be so domineering and arrogant.

"Hahaha, Lin Tianpeng, you are still such a waste, what else do you have besides scaring people with Tianjue Palace?"

There was a clear and bright laugh, and a group of young people with high spirits came from a distance. The leader looked at Jiang Yun curiously and said, "I am Zheng Qiu in Shenwu Pavilion, what do you call my friends?"

"Jiang Yun." Jiang Yun replied calmly.

Zheng Qiu thought about Jiang Yun's name in his mind, but he had never heard of such a swordsman.

"Zheng Qiu, this is a matter of our Tianjue Palace, do you want to intervene?" Lin Tianpeng looked at Zheng Qiu fearfully and said.

"What's the point of meddling?" Zheng Qiu looked at Zheng Qiu contemptuously and said, "Others are afraid of your Tianjue Palace, so I, Zheng Qiu, will be afraid?"

Shenwu Pavilion and Tianjue Palace are equally powerful, and Zheng Qiu's strength is even higher than him, so there is really no need to be afraid of him.

Lin Tianpeng said, "Okay. For your sake, as long as they return the tiger demon, we will not pursue it."

When they fought just now, the first Shura had already captured the white tiger demon.

Only then did Zheng Qiu notice the blood-stained tiger demon, and his eyes lit up: what a pure white tiger blood, with signs of returning to the ancestors.

Jiang Yun confronted each other, "This tiger demon has no owner, so why go back?"

"That tiger demon is my mount, return it quickly." Yang Caiwei glared angrily and shouted angrily.

Jiang Yun said without giving an inch, "What you say is yours is yours. What evidence do you have?"

evidence?

Yang Caiwei's face was even more angry. She only wanted to keep it for herself when she saw that the tiger demon had the blood of the holy beast white tiger. There was no evidence for it.

She rolled her eyes, thought of an idea, looked at the tiger demon and said, "You come back with me, our Tianjue Palace has countless resources to train you, and help you return to your ancestors and become a real holy beast white tiger!"

The tiger demon has some spiritual wisdom of his own, and when he heard the benefits promised by Yang Caiwei, he was very moved and let out a low growl, wanting to break free from the shackles of the first Shura.

Seeing the action of the tiger demon, Yang Caiwei said with high spirits, "Do you see it? It is my mount. Hurry up and let it go and let it return to me."

Jiang Yun frowned. If the tiger demon wanted to go with Yang Caiwei on his own initiative, he couldn't stop it unless he broke with Tianjue Palace.

"Little Tiger, can you be my mount in the future?"

When the two sides were at war, Chen Xiaoshu walked up to the tiger demon, stroked it gently and asked.

When she was stroking, the soft white light in her hands flooded into the tiger demon's body, healing its wounds.

The tiger demon suddenly felt a burst of warmth, his whole body was warm, and the injuries on his body healed quickly.

What made it even more exciting was that it felt the white tiger blood in its body resonate with that soft power, which made him feel very comfortable.

The white tiger demon rubbed its head against Chen Xiaoshu's body, as if acting like a baby.

"It seems that it is not your mount." Jiang Yun looked at Yang Caiwei with a sarcastic smile.

Yang Caiwei's face became gloomy, and she shouted sharply, "Come here soon? Don't you want to go back to your ancestors?"

"Roar!"

The white tiger demon roared at Yang Caiwei.

"What else do you have to say now?" Jiang Yun asked Lin Tianpeng with a sneer.

Lin Tianpeng's face was ashen, but Zheng Qiu made it clear that he wanted to stand up for these people. Now there is no suitable reason, and this loss can only be suffered.

"You are lucky." Lin Tianpeng snorted coldly, "Let's go."

(End of this chapter)