Lin Ming stood in front of Qin Xuan, slowly putting down the bowl of soup in his hand. "Just now I heard you guys say that you want to sweep through the 36 countries, I'm really looking forward to it. I'll just stand here, come and try to sweep me away."

  "Haha, this idiot really thinks he's a big shot. Brothers, let's go and fulfill his wish, sweep this idiot away like trash." The speaker was a green-robed warrior, thinking to himself that he might not be able to take him down alone, but together they wouldn't spare him.

  As the green-robed warrior let out a strange cry, four people rushed out together. Lin Ming stood in place, not only did he not dodge, but instead closed his eyes.

  The swordsman in green didn't know what Lin Ming was up to, but seeing his sword about to land on Lin Ming's face, the swordsman's mouth curled into a sneer. Today, I must ruin your looks!

  Just as their attack was about to come down, Lin Ming suddenly opened his eyes and swept his gaze around.

  A black whirlpool, like a black lotus, quietly bloomed and engulfed everything around it. The wheel of martial intent burst forth, and countless illusions flooded the minds of the four warriors. Their bodies shook, and their spiritual seas churned with towering waves, washing away their self-awareness. They could no longer land their attacks, and their eyes became dull and lifeless, losing focus.

  "Boom! Boom!"

  Four warriors fell to the ground like dead dogs, foaming at the mouth and trembling all over their bodies as if they had contracted rabies.

  Ouyang was stunned, how did he manage to knock down four people with just one glance?

  Subconsciously gripping the hilt of his sword tightly, Ouyang's gaze at Lin Ming already had a hint of fear in it.

  The onlookers in the hall also noticed Lin Ming at that instant. Where did this kid come from? Although those four guys weren't very strong earlier, they were still warriors at the peak of the Bone Forging stage. How did they all suddenly fall to the ground for no reason?

  "Not bad." A young man who had reached the initial stage of Qi Condensation sipped his wine leisurely, his gaze at Lin Ming filled with interest. A martial artist from one of the 36 countries could actually reach such a level of power, it was truly unimaginable.

  For these four warriors, Lin Ming had held back. He couldn't really turn them into idiots, but this was enough for them to suffer. The Sea of Consciousness was damaged, and without a few days or half a month, they wouldn't be able to recover.

  He was staring at the iron plate. Ouyang's face looked very ugly, but with so many people watching in Nanhu Building, among whom there were not a few disciples from other branches of Qixuan Valley, if he became a turtle today, these people would definitely go back to the sect and spread it everywhere, the seven major branches, each vying for an advantage. Hehuan Sect tolerated the unscrupulousness of its own disciples within the sect, but if they were still dealt with, it would be a great loss of face.

  "He gritted his teeth and said, 'Kid, stop playing tricks in front of me! You just used a soul attack, right? If you're proficient in this type of attack, with similar strength, you can kill instantly. However, if you encounter someone stronger than you, it's completely useless. On the contrary, you'll suffer from backlash, which doesn't mean you're that strong.'"

  Ouyang, after all, came from a large sect and had a lot of experience. In just a few words, he happened to say something that coincided with Lin Ming's concept of the Revolving Core, but the effect of the Revolving Core was much stronger than Ouyang had imagined. However, Lin Ming had not yet fully developed it.

  "If you can withstand this move of mine, I will admit defeat with a willing heart and mouth."

  Ouyang said, his whole body ignited with a strange purple flame. The flames burned fiercely, but what was eerie was that the flames were not only not scorching hot, but also had a chill in the air. The table behind him and the floor under his feet quickly froze over with a layer of purple ice. A moment later, the furniture wrapped in the purple ice inexplicably turned to ashes, as if there was fire within the ice.

  This is the move that Ou Yang reached in the fourth heavy of "He Huan Shen Gong" - Zi Yan Gu Mu, which consumes a lot of true yuan when used. It was originally prepared for use at the General Clan Meeting Martial Arts, but now it has to be brought out ahead of time.

  Lin Ming stood with his hands behind his back, allowing Ouyang to build up his momentum, without any intention of striking.

  A blazing purple flame, after a duration of five or six breaths, slowly condensed into a purple bone spear in Ouyang's right hand. A mournful wail, like the crying of ghosts, emanated from the spear.

  Ouyang's face also turned pale, the "Hepiao Divine Art" was a set of extremely yin and cold moves, using it would consume a large amount of the practitioner's vital energy, so they had to adopt the method of nourishing yang with yin, using women's yin essence to make up for it.

  Ouyang, who had condensed a purple bone spear, was apparently at his limit, just like an emaciated old man wielding a 20-30 kg large hammer, and it seemed that he himself could no longer control it.

  "Die!" Ouyang struggled to utter this word, the purple bone spear in his hand stirring up endless purple flames, just as he was about to throw it out with difficulty. Lin Ming shook his head and sighed, "Finally done? I've been waiting so long that the dishes have gone cold. Can you even use this move to kill an enemy? You'd be finished off by someone else first."

  "You..." Ou Yang was provoked by Lin Ming's sarcasm, almost losing control of the Bone Spear in his hand. This move really couldn't be used in actual combat, because Ou Yang had just broken through to the fourth stage of the "Hunyuan God Art", and he couldn't control the Purple Flame Bone Spear at all. An old skinny man using a large hammer against an enemy would take half a day to get into position, not only could he not hit anyone, but he might even sprain his waist or smash his own foot.

  Ouyang used this move against Lin Ming, hoping that Lin Ming's overconfidence would lead him to hard-block the attack, giving Ouyang an opportunity to counterattack.

  "You... don't dare to accept, do you?!" Ouyang used his last resort, he almost squeezed out these few words from between his teeth, his face turned even paler, now speaking was not an easy thing for him.

  Lin Ming seemed to have heard a very funny joke and laughed: "Why should I receive it?"

  As soon as his voice fell, a black spark flashed in his eyes, and a silent black vortex enveloped him, swallowing Ouyang away.

  "Boom!"

  Ouyang only felt that his brain was like an instant explosion, countless information phantoms flooded into the spiritual sea, and he, who was already near the limit, had no power to resist at all. His body shook, and he fell directly head-first, while the purple flame bone spear in his hand lost Ouyang's soul control and dissipated with a "whoosh".

  The bone spear transformed into a purple flame of extreme yin and coldness, scattering and shooting out in all directions.

  These cold flames, if shot out, would probably destroy the entire wine building, and Ou Yang, who had lost consciousness, would also be affected.

  Just then, a man in black rushed out of the second floor, waved his hand, and a strong whirlpool appeared out of thin air, sucking all the purple flames into his hand, compressing them into a dark purple sphere. The man in black then flicked his wrist, and the dark purple sphere shot out like an arrow, breaking through the window and shooting straight up to the sky, finally disappearing from everyone's sight.

  Lin Ming had discovered this man in black early on, he appeared on the second floor from the start of the conflict, standing with his arms crossed and watching. Lin Ming guessed that he was a high-ranking expert belonging to Nan Hua Lou, such a large restaurant, opening in such a sensitive location, how could it not have a high-ranking expert presiding over it?

  The surrounding audience did not expect this result, they were still waiting to see how Lin Ming would break the Purple Flame Bone Spear, but he didn't show any master's demeanor at all, and made a move before Ouyang threw out the bone spear. If it wasn't for that black-clothed person saving the scene, Ouyang would have been burned to death by his own released Purple Flame.

  The man in black frowned and looked at Lin Ming, whose cultivation was at the peak of later generations, not much different from Qinzijia.

  "You little brat, you're quite ruthless! If I hadn't intervened in time, you wouldn't have been able to leave the Nan Hua Building today!"

  Lin Ming smiled wryly and said, "Senior has long been waiting for an opportunity to strike. I suppose he wouldn't just sit back and watch a important disciple of the Huanhuan Sect die in the South China Building, or else the troubles of the South China Building wouldn't be any less than mine."

  The man in black was taken aback, but for a moment he couldn't think of anything to retort to Lin Ming. In the end, he could only hum heavily to express his dissatisfaction. This young man is really crazy, does he think he can take action himself? He doesn't think Lin Ming can take action to save the situation under the circumstances of the purple flames overflowing everywhere.

  "But this guy can actually detect me, which is quite a skill. His soul power is incredibly strong, probably a natural five-star or even six-star soul talent." The black-clothed man's cultivation had reached the peak of later heaven, although he hadn't reached the realm of returning to innocence, he had caught glimpses of some paths. Earlier, he had hidden his aura on the second floor, but didn't think he would be discovered by Lin Ming.

  The man in black looked at Lin Ming deeply and turned away.

  At this time, several Ou Yang companions who were previously confused by Lin Ming had woken up. They saw Ou Yang lying on the ground like a dead dog, shrinking his neck and strongly enduring the headache, pulling up Ou Yang and leaving gloomily, not daring to look at Lin Ming.

  The warriors around cast their eyes on Lin Ming, with different expressions.

  "A martial artist who has mastered the Soul Force is truly rare. I didn't expect that even among the Thirty-Six Kingdoms, there would be a talent that's still passable."

  A warrior who has reached the Condensed Pulse stage has reason to be proud, and as Ouyang said, a soul attack can even have a killing effect in an instant when the strength is almost equal. However, when facing someone stronger than oneself, using a soul attack rashly may lead to counterattack.

  "Don't underestimate him, he just solved four cultivators of the Bone Forging Peak at the same time, his soul power is astonishingly strong, it's possible that he has a sixth-grade soul talent. I think even a beginner in the Condensing Pulse stage may not be his opponent."

  "Hmm, but at most it's just breaking into the top 150. Before that, at least in the early stages of the Condensed Pulse Realm, and all are far superior to same-level martial artists."

  The martial artists of the Nan Hua Building were discussing in a flurry, some people had already secretly taken note of Lin Ming's appearance, preparing to report back to their families or sects.

  At this time, in a elegant room on the second floor of Nanhu Building, a man wearing a green robe was calmly drinking wine, expressionless, as if the fierce battle that had just occurred downstairs was not in the same space as him.

  "This kid has some potential."

  In front of the man in green, there was another man in purple clothes. His cultivation had reached the middle stage of Condensing Pulse. On his back, he carried a four-foot-long sword. Many swordsmen, even those with Mustache Seals, would willingly carry their swords on their backs to hone their tacit understanding with their swords.

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