Chapter 230 The Air Congealing Dragon

The Lin family in the field only saw that the patriarch Lin Pojun was like a ball. He had just hit the "wall" at high speed, and flew back upside down after only a few tenths of a second of contact. The speed was comparable to that of a meteor falling to the ground. An afterimage was drawn from the center, and it crashed straight into a real wall.

"Ah, it's impossible! I don't believe it!" Lin Pojun roared and wailed in mid-air. He is a majestic Grandmaster of Transformation Realm, he is about to be beaten into a dead dog as soon as he leaves the customs, before the dragon can wag his tail, he is aggrieved.

There was an earth-shattering bang, and the huge meeting hall shook for a while, like an earthquake. A big hole was knocked out in the concrete wall, and Lin Pojun flew out of the house, even with his roaring. to the outside.

The audience was dead silent!

this……?

How can it be?

how so?

The Patriarch is a master, but now he has been beaten into a dead dog.

The faces of the Lin family were full of doubts and disbelief.

"Grandpa, grandpa." Lin Zimo was the first to react, and rushed out the door.

"Father." Lin Yaowen also yelled, dragging his broken body and walking slowly towards the door.

"Master."

"Master."

...

One by one, the Lin family ran towards the door, trembling and panicking.

Ye Tian also stood up suddenly from the tiger leather seat, put his hands behind his back, and walked to the opposite door. The Lin family regarded him as a devil, and retreated one after another.

Outside the door, Lin Pojun also stood up from the ground, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, his head was gray and his face was ashamed, and he was in a state of embarrassment. The Grandmaster's body has been reborn after hair cutting and washing, which is far beyond the comparison of ordinary people's physical body. Such a violent collision did not cause fatal trauma to his body, and he still looks like a tiger. He is a hero.

It's just that he fell into a disadvantage one after another, his face was very ugly, ferocious like a ghost, murderous, and extremely angry.

Ye Tian stood under the door frame of the meeting hall with his hands behind his back.

Lin Pojun approached step by step,

The god level of the whole body was tense, his eyes fixed on Ye Tian, ​​and he said word by word: "How is this possible? How can you be so strong?"

"This is your strength?" Ye Tian shook his head lightly, as if disappointed, "How dare you call yourself a master with this strength? It's an insult to the word master."

"Grandpa, he is also a master!" Lin Zimo stood aside and reminded again, with a look of fear, not only the fear of Ye Tian, ​​but also the fear of grandpa. Grandpa was so murderous at this moment, it was so terrifying that she didn't dare to approach him.

Lin Pojun heard it clearly this time, his face was startled, he was extremely surprised. The young man under the door frame seemed to be in his twenties, but he had actually cultivated to the realm of transformation and achieved the position of master. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would hardly believe it.

"I underestimated you. It turns out that you are also a grand master. No wonder you are so courageous and dare to challenge our Lin family. But you will die after all!" Lin Pojun said viciously.

"Oh? What else can you do later?"

"How can you, a child, know what I can do? Didn't you investigate clearly before you came here? Decades ago, my father, Lin Chunqiu, was able to kill the grand master with his inner strength. Today, with my level of cultivation, Tu Zongshi is like a Tugouer!" Lin Pojun said with a huff, "Son, take care."

"Grandpa, why don't you stop fighting?" Lin Zimo said timidly, she was so anxious that she was about to cry. She didn't have much confidence in her grandfather's victory over Ye Tian.

Lin Pojun didn't seem to hear the advice to his granddaughter. He stomped his feet on the ground, and the concrete floor was crushed inch by inch. Then his whole body was concentrated, and his hands were doing Tai Chi dancing out of thin air. Thousands of people were seen Dao Baiqi emerged from his body, flowing like a trickle on the surface of his body, and finally gathered between his dancing palms.

Every stream of white qi is like a trickle, and thousands of white qi are like thousands of trickles. If they gather together, they will become more. But in the blink of an eye, a large air mass appeared between his dancing palms, like It was like a steaming cloud, mysterious and inexplicable.

Since he broke through to the Transformation Realm, Lin Pojun felt that the qi in his body had become hundreds of times thicker, flowing through the meridians in his body like the Yangtze River, and he could easily transform his inner qi into gangsters. This abundant inner energy is the basis for him to display the Lin family's unique technique of coiling silk strength.

"The second change of coiling strength, evil dragon change!" An old man whispered softly, and he had already recognized the move that Patriarch Lin Pojun was going to use. In short, the Shalong Transformation is a condensed dragon.

There are a total of nine changes in the Lin family's coiling silk strength. The second change is the air condensed dragon, the first change is the air condensed steel whip, and there are seven more changes after that. Each change is more difficult than the previous change. Even Lin Chunqiu, the previous Patriarch, only learned the first five changes.

The old man vaguely remembered that when Lin Chunqiu beheaded the Grandmaster of Transformation Realm, he used the silk-winding technique to the fifth change, condensing the rope--binding dragon rope.

"I don't know how many styles Chan Si Jin master Po Jun learned!" The old man sighed in his heart.

In the current battle situation, Lin Pojun is at a disadvantage, and the old man only hopes that Lin Pojun can learn a few more tricks of his family's silk winding jin, so that the possibility of victory will be greater. After all, Lin Pojun had just broken through the Transformation Realm, and he hadn't had time to consolidate his foundation, so his potential could not be fully realized. And Ye Tian seems to be an old-fashioned environment, and there is a gap between them. If the holidays pass, the old man believes that Lin Pojun will definitely be stronger than now.

All that was seen in the arena was that Lin Pojun was waving his hands out of thin air. It seemed to be disorderly, but like a clay figurine, a white air dragon took shape extremely quickly.

Everyone in the Lin family stared straight at it. They never thought that the Lin family's unique technique of coiling silk jin could have such a magical effect in the world, and many people immediately became eager to learn.

Lin Pojun was skillful, and soon an air dragon took shape, with feet, a head, a body, horns, and beards... It was no different from a real dragon, except that it lacked a pair of eyes.

Eyes are the windows to the soul, and a creature without eyes will always make people feel that they lack aura.

But don't worry, I saw Lin Pojun bite the tip of his tongue violently at the end, his right index finger was stained with a little blood on the tip of the tongue, and he tapped on the left and right eyes of the white air dragon, drawing the finishing touch, the whole air dragon seemed to come alive suddenly , glowing with vitality, jumping up and down, tumbling, as if about to break free from the shackles, and fly to the nine heavens.

"It's done!" Lin Pojun's expression brightened, and he shouted again, "Go!"

I saw him wrapping his hands around, and suddenly pushed forward suddenly, the air dragon flew out, engulfed in a storm, whipping up gusts of wind, faintly as if there was a dragon's chant, and the world was full of chills.

The vigorous dragon was no bigger than an embrace in Lin Pojun's waving hands, but it swelled several times as soon as it flew out, and it was more than three feet long. , It was extremely terrifying, the mouth opened wide, and the target went straight to Ye Tian.

The second change of winding silk strength, the evil dragon change!

This move is not just a martial arts technique, but also a comprehension of the technique. In the end, Lin Pojun used the real yang blood on the tip of his tongue to draw the finishing touch, which is an obvious technique.

Facing the dragon with vigor coming towards him wrapped in a storm of vigor, Ye Tian's expression remained motionless, neither dodging nor dodging.

"That's all chicken and tile dog!" Ye Tian said disdainfully.

In his opinion, Lin Pojun's technique of condensing energy into a long dragon is nothing more than a technique of condensing energy into objects, which is no different from the technique of condensing white lotus in Wu Ya. Daoist Wuya's Qi Congealing White Lotus technique is useless. Although Lin Pojun's Qi Congealing Long Dragon is a bit stronger, it's not much stronger, it's big and useless.

A ball of true vitality condensed in Ye Tian's palm, extremely condensed, extremely pure, almost as crystal clear as a transparent crystal, with electric lights shining inside and clouds of air churning, as if holding a thunderstorm in the palm of his hand, the terrifying power contained in it Enough to destroy the world.

Lin Zimo's face suddenly turned pale, and another terrifying scene appeared in front of him. It was the Jinxiu Villa not many days ago. His cousin Lin Yu was killed by Ye Tian's palm of his heart. It was pierced through, and the explosion of air hit the wall, even blasting a hole in the cement concrete wall.

Terrible, terrible!

"Grandpa, be careful!" Lin Zimo couldn't help reminding, a tangled heart raised her throat.

Lin Pojun kept his eyes on, and saw Ye Tian's palm bursting with anger, but he was not afraid, but showed disdain on his face.

At this time, Ye Tian's palm was concentrated again, and an eye-popping scene happened. The solid burst of true vitality suddenly bloomed like a budding flower, with one petal, two petals, three petals...

In just a few breaths of effort, a palm-sized white lotus formed in Ye Tian's palm. It was as crystal clear as jade, as if carved from the best crystal, and it was even more dazzling than the thousand-year-old snow lotus. "Chaotic" true.

If real Wu Ya saw Ye Tian's luck condensing white lotus technique, he would definitely bow his head in shame. Compared with his white lotus, Ye Tian's white lotus is more solid and realistic.

"The tip of a silver pewter gun looks like it's not useful." Lin Pojun sneered in his heart.

In his opinion, the white lotus in Ye Tian's hand can only be seen, it can't be used to kill the enemy, it is like the most beautiful bubble, very fragile and will shatter when touched. But his Qi Congealing Long Dragon is different, relying on the Lin family's silk-winding power to condense it out. It looks like a ball of air, but it is actually made of thousands of air springs intertwined with each other. Because the density is too high, there is no distinction between each other. The high intensity can turn people into scum, which is far beyond what Ye Tian's "Little White Lotus" can compare.

However, the ridicule in his heart lasted less than half a second before it turned into fear, his pupils shrank, and he suddenly felt bad.

The white lotus condensed with vigor looked like an ordinary white lotus in Ye Tian's hands, and it didn't have much power, but once thrown, the power of destroying heaven and earth broke out.

I saw that the palm-sized white lotus immediately spun at high speed as soon as it was thrown. The white petals were like snow, and the pieces were like knives, almost like the blades of an aeroengine. The lightning flashed and the thunderstorm roared, seeming to be able to strangle everything in the world.

It seemed that what Ye Tian threw was not a vigorous white lotus, but a black hole, the most terrifying existence in the universe. Rebirth of the Peerless Waste