I’m Really Not an Invincible Master

The Qi Jin that Bai Lin hits is the eighteen dragon-subduing palms with full skill.

In an instant, the sky, which was originally swept by the fire and smoke of the fire dragon gun, broke free from the incomparable darkness.

The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms were like a golden bolt of lightning, piercing through the air and falling!

Although Ying Ming dodged it in time, the powerful Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms hit the ground, forming several large pits the size of a millstone in an instant.

And Bai Lin's palm force also crushed the earth and rocks in the big pit and flew them out!

This is not a human palm, it is clearly a drilling machine.

"Bang!" In an instant, jets of water sprang out from the deep pit.

"Damn, what's going on!"

"My Daliang country is in a drought, how could there be such a sudden water column?"

"Is this also Bai Lin's magic?"

"No, this seems to be underground water!"

"Impossible! With just a few palms, Bai Lin can knock out the groundwater?"

A group of veterans whispered to each other.

But Bai Lin smiled lightly. There is no way, who made himself the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms with the greatest skill?

"Bai Lin! How could you do it!" Ying Ming was surprised.

My eighth level of "Huanglong Yingming Jue" can already crush the void, but it's not as fast as Bai Lin's?

Bai Lin smiled: "Don't worry about how I did it, just say, did you lose?"

"I..." Ying Ming was tongue-tied.

From the point of view of moves, he really lost. But I was not reconciled to losing.

People who clearly measure themselves in the middle of the calamity can easily be crushed by relying on their cultivation. But when he got to Bai Lin's place, he was suppressed by his body skills.

But in this seniority of his own, he was defeated so easily and easily, where should he put his face?

"Bai Lin, you're ruthless. I Yingming boasted that I was thorough, but I didn't expect that I would be overthrown by you, a little loach."

"Admit it!" Bai Lin said, and let go of the cool thing that poked Ying Ming's back.

Ying Ming turned around, it was okay if he didn't look at it, but when he looked at it, he almost lost his temper.

What Bai Lin was holding in his hand was a cucumber.

"Bai Lin! You!" Ying Ming blew his beard and stared angrily.

He was actually forced to lose by a cucumber.

"I'm not finished with you!" Ying Ming didn't want to put on airs anymore, just like an old man in the village, pointing at Bai Lin's nose and scolding.

"Wait! Old man Ying, are you ashamed?" As he spoke, Wang Yifeng floated over and stopped in front of the two of them.

"How old are you? You have the same knowledge as a child? If you lose, you lose. Don't afford it!"

While talking, Wang Yifeng looked at Bai Lin and nodded: "You boy, not bad! You are brave and resourceful!"

Bai Lin also smiled slyly: "Thank you for the compliment, senior!

"Wang Yifeng! You actually talk to outsiders? When did the seven sages of Longgan Lake suffer from such anger?"

Ying Ming hadn't recovered from the stimulation yet, the cursing tone just now was aimed at Wang Yifeng for an instant.

"I said Zong Xing, hurry up and drag your master down, shame on you!"

As he said that, Ye Zongxing walked to the competition stage with a face full of embarrassment, and put Ying Ming on the stand.

"I said Eight Wise Kings, hurry up and host! My old man can't wait!"

"If you can fight with my old man, hurry up and get in! Otherwise, I will call you by name!"

Immediately afterwards, the Eighth Sage King stood up, cleared his throat and said:

"Uh... all the royal family members present, do you still have to fight against the side-by-side king?"

There was no sound below.

"No?"

Since there is no sound.

"Okay! Then I declare that the halftime winner of the royal family will be the king alongside!"

"Hmm..." Wang Yifeng, the shoulder-to-shoulder king, nodded.

The Eight Sage King's face was very ugly. Originally, this position should belong to his father, Wang Xu.

But who knew that two old men who didn't want to die came out halfway, and Wang Yifeng even defeated his father Wang Lie in seconds.

Now, his plan to take advantage of the situation to force the palace was completely bankrupt.

And Jin Wang Wang Xu has long been a dead fish face with no expression.

Seeing Bai Lin smile: "Everyone with surnames of princes and relatives, do you still want to challenge me?"

After asking three times in a row, there was complete silence on this half of the seats.

"That's good. In this way, the side-by-side king and I can start the finals."

Bai Lin smiled and said, "Your Majesty, you and the Marquis Huguo must also keep your word for my two requests!"

"Okay, okay, what's the point, let's start!"

As he said that, Wang Yifeng pulled his hands together and used the "Soul Slayer Dragon Grab Hand".

Everyone present was stunned, isn't this the "Jade Dragon Heart Sutra"? Why not use the agreed "Huanglong Yingming Jue"?

Bai Lin was also taken aback, but didn't think much about it. Just protect the heart.

But Wang Yifeng's moves changed drastically! It hit the ground with one grab!

Then, a thunderbolt fell from the sky in an instant! A crater of flames with remnants of lightning formed on the ground.

Afterwards, the flame pit was carried by Wang Yifeng's palm wind, and rushed towards Bai Lin from the ground along the cracks in the ground!

Bai Lin took his time and started "Nerve Transformation", and his mental power turned into a shield, covering his whole body.

At this moment, from the ground under Bai Lin's body, a huge black and red magic hand sprang out.

This magic hand is exactly like the sharp claws of a first-order monster, with a dark wind in the claws, it grabs towards Bai Lin's lower body from bottom to top.

Bai Lin condensed all his strength, concentrating all his spiritual power under his body, resisting the claw attack.

At the same time, Wang Yifeng finally used "Huanglong Yingming Jue".

The whole person jumped up into the air, his feet were like a huge boulder, tearing the air and smashing towards Bai Lin's forehead.

"Bai Lin! Get out of the way!" Yang Chan shouted.

The priest Han Jing behind her, at the same time as her, both reminded Bai Lin.

Yang Chan, who had already experienced this once before, turned her head and glanced at Han Jing, her eyes filled with inexplicable jealousy and sadness.

And Han Jing stared intently at the competition stage.

Yang Chan understood how out of place she was on such an important occasion eating vinegar.

Seeing Bai Lin on the field, a faint blue flame suddenly appeared all over his body.

Bai Lin has activated the fire of the soul. 60% degree.

"Bang!" With Wang Yifeng's kick, the world seemed to be torn apart, a bright white light touched the light blue fire, both exploded, and the energy was scattered!

"Ugh!" Bai Lin spat out a mouthful of blood.

Only then did Wang Yifeng land slowly. He knew that this kick failed to kill Bai Lin, which was enough to show that Bai Lin's kung fu was not weak.

"How is it, National Teacher? How does it taste?"

While Wang Yifeng was smiling, he squinted at Bai Lin who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth and bowed his head silently.

"Haha, ahahaha..."

Suddenly, Bai Lin laughed wantonly. The audience was shocked.

"Boy, what are you laughing at? Are you crazy?"

Bai Lin restrained his smile, and said lightly: "It tastes good, my lord, you are a good opponent!"

"A good opponent worthy of my best efforts!"