Demon Recovery: I Will Become Stronger When I Kill The Demon

"Bold, how can you, a disciple of the third generation, speak here!"

"Sure enough, every kind of master has such kind of apprentice!"

Seeing Lin Yi suddenly stand up.

Many elders jumped out immediately, all of them were masters of the Qiaojian lineage.

They accused Lin Yi one after another, and of course some pointed at Qing Mingzi.

But Lin Yi didn't pay any attention to the meaning of these masters and elders.

Instead, he turned his head and glanced at Qing Mingzi.

Only then did I realize that my cheap master was leaning back on the chair, closing his eyes and falling asleep, as if he was deaf to everything around him.

Seeing this scene, the corner of Lin Yi's mouth slightly raised, as if he understood something.

Immediately, he cupped his hands at Feng Songzi on the stage.

"Master, since the strongest can get the qualification to fight, then there is no need to be so troublesome about setting up the arena!"

As soon as the words fell, Lin Yi's body shook, and a domineering aura shot out immediately.

It's like suddenly changing from a quiet and innocent white rabbit to a white-eyed tiger sweeping across the mountains and forests.

The aura of pressing all the masters on him was completely shaken away.

But many of the masters were caught by the sudden momentum, and fell into a short-term trance for a while.

Although it was only for a short moment, when they recovered, they all jumped into a rage.

"Boy, you..."

How dare you!

Many masters shouted in low voices.

But Lin Yi still turned a blind eye to them, but his eyes fell directly on those young disciples.

"Are you the talented disciples who just left the customs? Very good!"

After speaking, Lin Yi strode towards them.

"Hugh is rampant!"

A man with a scar on his forehead immediately yelled and cursed.

With a bang, the long sword was unsheathed, and an extremely sharp sword energy emerged.

Without the slightest hesitation, the whole figure turned into a phantom, stabbing straight at Lin Ai.

But Lin Yi didn't intend to dodge at all, as if he didn't react, he still kept walking towards the front.

Seeing this scene, the man with the scar showed a sneer, as if he had seen Lin Yi who was seriously injured and dying by his sword.

It's just that when his long sword was still an inch away from Lin Yi's eyebrows, he couldn't move forward any further.

As if falling into a straight line, he stood quietly on the spot.

"how so!"

The man with the scar shrank his pupils, and a look of disbelief appeared on his face.

"Is that the only way!"

Lin Yi shook his head, and the two fingers holding the tip of the sword trembled slightly.

click.

With a crisp sound, the long sword originally in the cold light space shattered to the ground.

From the fight between the two to the shattering of the scarred man's long sword, only two breaths passed.

Lin Yi kept walking, and came directly to the next genius disciple.

The other party was horrified, and Kankan drew out his long sword, but the only thing that greeted him was a big hand close to his eyes.

Boom!

With a muffled sound, the second genius disciple was sent flying, hit heavily on the fine iron wall pillars of the main hall, and passed out directly.

Then came the third one, the fourth one, and finally seven Tianjiaoes in a row, all of whom were knocked out by Lin Yi.

Bang!

There was a sound of gold and iron.

Lin Yi felt itchy on the back of his back, as if he had been bitten by a mosquito.

He frowned slightly, turned around slowly, and saw a handsome man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes standing behind him with a dull expression.

And he held a long sword with a rolling cold glow in his hand, and he was sticking it on the back of his heart.

"Boy (bbdj), are you tickling me!"

Stretching out his palm, Lin Yi lifted the handsome man in his hand, his gaze indifferent.

"Thief, put Yan'er down quickly, otherwise..."

Without waiting for Lin Yi to make a move, he concocted this young man who attacked him from behind.

Fu Zhentian has already jumped out, his whole body is like a wild lion, looking at him dangerously.

"Oh! What else?"

Lin Yi lifted the handsome man, turned around and looked at Fu Zhentian fixedly.

He remembered clearly that this handsome man was the disciple standing behind Fu Zhentian.

At the same time, it is also the most powerful among the geniuses who have passed the level.

But so what?

There was a smile on the corner of Lin Yi's mouth.

The hand holding the handsome man began to increase slightly.

The next moment, the whole body of this handsome young man arched like a cooked prawn.

The originally fair skin was instantly congested and turned red.

He firmly grasped Lin Yi's arm with both hands, his eyes were full of pain.

"Boy, you are courting death!"

Seeing this scene, Fu Zhentian's eyes were bloodshot immediately, and his body was so powerful that he rushed over regardless.

"enough!"

At this moment, a majestic voice sounded.

Instantly calm down the fierce confrontation in the arena.

All the grandmasters felt the powerful pressure as if they were carrying a heavy burden.

And the center of pressure is Lin Yi and Fu Zhentian.

Lin Yi only felt a tyrannical pressure coming, but it dissipated quickly, as if deliberately bypassing him.

On the opposite side, Fu Zhentian was completely different.

The real person is like an old man who is about to enter the coffin, his originally straight body is bent down, and he is in a mess.

"Since the other disciples are not Lin Yi's opponents, then Lin Yi will represent me in Zhujian Villa to participate in the duel, and this matter ends here."

The voice fell.

The elders of the skillful sword lineage in the arena all looked ugly.

Especially Fu Zhentian.

But so what, after all, the record of losing eight players in a row is right in front of us.

Boom!

Just when Fu Zhentian was full of resentment, a figure like a dead dog was thrown at his feet.

Who is not his direct disciple. .