Chapter 1232 (1/2)

"With this kid who's just been promoted?"

Mo Yan, with a disdainful smile on his face, said: "the old boy Lu Yuan is really a waste. He didn't solve you in the White Lion City, and let you find it. No wonder the people of Youquan sect remind me that Lu Yuan may have a different heart. After I solve you, I will solve him together."

With that, Mo Yan stepped forward and put out his palm.

"Boom!"

A big hand, blocking the sky and the sun, directly grabbed Lin Yin.

Mo Yan's face is full of self-confidence. He has been promoted to Zhenshen for 800 years, but his reputation in Nanhuang is not as high as that in Luyuan. His heart is a little unconvinced. This time, Lin Yin and Luyuan are solved together, which makes him famous in Nanhuang.

"Bang!"

With a faint smile, Lin Yin stepped on the void and stepped on the golden ripples. His whole body was enveloped in the bright stars, and his fist burst out.

"Boom!"

The giant hand came into contact with the fist awn, just like a hammer on the glass. Every village of the giant hand was broken, but the fist awn was not reduced, and the fist hit Mo Yan,

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

Mo Yan's body seemed to be hit by a huge hammer, spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood in the air. His body fell straight down and hit the ground heavily.

"Bang!"

There is a deep pit on the ground.

There was silence in the field. No one could think that the elder of Yinyang sect was defeated by the young man in front of him. Some of the leaders who secretly surrendered to Yinyang sect were all shocked.

At this time, Yinyang sect and Manshen sect have split their skin. If Mo Yan is killed, none of them can escape.

Song Hua and others know that Lin Yin's strength is strong, but they did not expect that it would develop into this. Mo Yan is not the enemy of Lin Yin. I don't know whether Mo Yan is too weak or Lin Yin is too strong.

Lin Yin stepped out and appeared in the pit. His body was shining with stars. He stepped on Mo Yan at the bottom of the pit.

"Get out of here!"

Mo Yan was enveloped in a bright flame, like the God of fire. Unfortunately, no matter how he struggled, the flame could not penetrate the stars on the forest, and was trampled by Lin Yin.

"You deserve to ridicule Lu Yuan?"

Lin Yin sneered and stepped up at his feet. Mo Yan's body was shocked, and his flame dissipated, and he spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Just you, Lu Yuan can crush to death with one hand."

At present, the great elder of Yin Yang sect is not so strong as Huang Lao of Youquan sect. He can't compare with Lu Yuan, a half step God who killed from the corpse mountain and sea. But Mo Yan is still conceited.

Everyone was silent. Song Hua and others thought it would be a fierce battle. Unexpectedly, such a dramatic scene appeared.

"How about that, sir? I'm wrong this time. The hatred between you and my Yin Yang sect has been written off. " Mo Yan spoke.

He bowed his body, lowered his noble head in front of the public.

Lin Yin's fist, together with his foot, completely crushed all his confidence and pride. Even if he thinks that he is careless, he still has a card, but in the face of the mighty Lin Yin, he has been scared.

"Hum!"

Lin Yin snorted coldly, and forced his feet again, leaving a cold sweat on Mo Yan's forehead.

"How did this man reach this state of cultivation?"

Lin Yin turns to look at Song Hua and asks.