Inside the Trigger Hall, there was an uproar.

No one expected that Chen Xiao, a senior outer disciple, would lose to Lin Yun.

What shocked them most was that the swordplay Lin Yun used to defeat Chen Xiao should be the Flowing Wind Swordplay.

Flowing Wind Swordplay was well-known throughout the whole Qingyun Sect.

Although it was a middle-level swordplay, once one mastered it, its power even surpassed that of a high-level swordplay.

It was said that it was an incomplete script of an innate swordplay. Since some chapters were lost, it was assessed as a medium martial art.

The former disciple who had mastered this swordplay should date back to over a hundred years ago.

As sophisticated as Lin Yun was, he knew that there must be a reason Chen Xiao suddenly came to make trouble.

It was not safe here. He should leave now.

“Who allowed you to go?”

A chilling voice arose behind Lin when he hadn’t gone far.

Then the noisy Trigger Hall quieted down immediately.

Lin Yun felt a fatal threat at the time, so he stopped walking in a hurry.

He turned around and threw a punch without hesitation.

It was a killing move of Tiger Fist, Tiger Worshipped by All Beasts!

A warm current poured in his fist from the pubic region, which made his fist had a combination power with swordplay. The fierce boxing wind, like unparalleled light of sword, burst into a piercing whistle.

This was already the strongest power Lin Yun could exert in such a hurry.

Bang!

When the two fists bumped, Lin Yun muttered a painful groan, feeling that his whole right arm was almost broken.

Lin Yun was flown backwards, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Fortunately, the strength of the sword-like fist neutralized most of the inner power from the opponent. Otherwise, all his internal organs might have been broken.

Even so, Lin Yun could barely come to a stop after backing dozens of steps.

In the event of a few more steps, Lin Yun would bump into Su Ziyao.

Lin Yun looked up and saw a man in a cyan gown with a cold face, who looked kind of like Zhou Ping.

“Zhou Yun!”

All outer disciples in the Trigger Hall gasped with fear. They never expected Zhou Yun would be here.

Zhou Yun was beyond Chen Xiao’s reach. He could rank top ten of all outer disciples every year.

He already reached the seventh level of martial practice, which was extremely terrifying.

So he was considered to be a strong competitor for indoor disciples in this mid-year assessment. It was rare to see him show up in front of ordinary disciples.

“Brother Zhou, I beg you to slaughter this sword slave. I want him to die!”

Chen Xiao, who was supported by others, came to Lin Yun and said viciously as if only by swallowing Lin Yun could relieve his hatred.

He lost to a sword slave in front of so many outer disciples. This was terrible humiliation for him.

Zhou Yun cursed in his heart, “Chen Xiao, you really suck! You can’t even defeat a sword slave.”

Zhou Yun did not intend to deal with Lin Yun on his own originally. He meant to hide in the dark and watch.

But things didn’t go smoothly.

Lin Yun turned the tide with his Flowing Wind Swordplay, which made Zhou Yun lose three of his Body Refining Elixirs.

Zhou Yun had no choice but to do it himself.

But now Zhou Yun had some doubts in his heart, because he already put 70% of his inner power in that punch, and it was a sneak attack, he didn’t expect that sword slave could withstand it.

Lin Yun was only a fourth-level practitioner!

“You are very bold, sword slave. You were just competing kung fu. How could you injure your peer so badly? If you abolish your cultivation right now, I will spare you!”

Looking at Lin Yun with a condescending attitude, Zhou Yun said indifferently.

With these words, his momentum of seventh level of martial practice pressed toward Lin Yun.

Boom!

Lin Yun immediately felt the enormous pressure coming from all directions. He couldn’t even move.

Seeing Lin Yun was still trying to resist under his overwhelming momentum, Zhou Yun snorted, “Kneel down!”

The powerful momentum from Zhou Yun strengthened again. Lin Yun’s heart jolted like getting struck by the lightning.

Lin’s legs were trembling. Under his opponent’s powerful cultivation, Lin Yun felt like an ant.

Fragile and vulnerable.

“No way! I only kneel down to my parents. I’ll never kneel down to you, Zhou Yun!”

The enormous pressure made Lin Yun suffer torment, but it also stimulated the fighting will deep in Lin Yun’s heart.

With his teeth gritted and handsome face twisted, he still showed the perseverance in his eyes.

All the outer disciples around him were deadly quiet. No one dared to make a sound.

Zhou Yun was like a god to them. He could send them to hell with only one of his finger.

They knew that Chen Xiao couldn’t accept the fact of being defeated by Lin and Lin Yun was forced to hurt him. But no one dared to say a word.

“You refuse to kneel down, huh? Then I’ll break your knees and abolish your cultivation?!”

Zhou Yun looked cold, with no expression on his face. He walked towards Lin Yun step by step.

Chen Xiao grinned aside. That sword slave would be dead meat in Zhou Yun’s hands this time.

With Zhou Yun approaching, Lin Yun felt more and more stressed. He nearly passed out.

Lin Yun could barely sustain, because the gap between fourth level and seventh level was too huge.

As Lin Yun was reaching his body limit, he suddenly felt light and the pressure disappeared.

Zhou Yun's face twisted. He looked at Su Ziyao with confusion.

Su Ziyao, who had been looking on coldly all the time, suddenly took the initiative to carry the momentum from Zhou Yun.

“Senior Su, this is our personal grudge...”

“Get lost.”

Zhou Yun tried to explain. But before he finished his words, Zu Ziyao wearing an emotionless face interrupted him directly.

All of a sudden, Zhou Yun was put in a dilemma, feeling extremely embarrassed.

Su Ziyao, the elite of inner disciples, the pride of the whole Qingyun Sect, the chosen one of the whole Skywater Kingdom. If she wanted to protect Lin Yun, Zhou Yun dare not complain at all.

“You should know its master before beating a dog. Zhou Yun, are you getting tired of living? Buzz off now!” Wang Ning, who was standing next to Su Ziyao, showed a slight sneer and looked at Zhou Yun with mockery.

On the surface he was denouncing Zhou Yun, but actually was mocking Lin Yun. Wang Ning used a pun to scold both of them.

“I’ll get lost. I’ll get lost right now.”

Zhou Yun's face turned from red to pale and from pale to red, with a trace of humiliation in his eyes. But still he bore with it.

“Wait!”

Just as Zhou Yun was about to leave, the pale-faced Lin Yun stopped him.

“Sword slave, what do you want?”

After being humiliated by two inner disciples, Zhou Yun was nearly at the edge of rampage. On hearing Lin Yun’s words, he immediately lost his temper.

“I will fight against you in two months. And I will pay back what you did to me today,” Lin Yun said word by word with firm eyes.

Hearing this, Zhou Yun looked at Lin Yun as if Lin was an idiot and laughed coldly, “I'll be waiting for you at any time since you prefer to die.”

After that, Zhou Yun left directly.

Obviously, Zhou Yun disregarded Lin Yun totally. He had no interest in Lin Yun’s challenge at all.

A conflict was over.

Su Ziyao's intervention surprised everyone and they gave Lin a meaningful look.

No wonder Lin Yun was fearless when facing Zhou Yun. It was all due to Su Ziyao’s support.

Although Su Ziyao didn’t say much for Lin Yun, she became a deterrent to all those who wanted to harm Lin Yun.

“Thank you for your help, Senior Su.”

Facing Su Ziyao, Lin Yun held complicated emotions; besides, there was unwillingness in his heart.

With the usual temperament of Zhou Yun, he definitely would not challenge Zhou Yun. He would take revenge when he was strong enough.

However, it was unbearable for him to be humiliated in front of Su Ziyao.

“Take care of yourself!”

Su Ziyao did not look at Lin Yun. She just left with those words and walked away.

Lin Yun had mixed feelings now. Was Zu Ziyao really beyond of his reach?

The level-headed Lin Yun now was really upset.

Lin Yun’s clenched right hand was shaking, and the nails almost inserted into his palm.

“You’re special. But if you think that you can let Su Ziyao think highly of you just in this way, stop daydreaming then. Little sword slave, bear in mind your identity, don't be paranoid!” Wang Ning looked at Lin Yun with a sick look, and threatened Lin Yun in a low voice.

As his voice fell down, he quickly caught up with Su Ziyao, who had gone away.

Seeing this, Lin Yun knew Wang Lin was only a henchman of Su Ziyao. With a jeering smile on his face, Lin turned around and walked away.