chapter 5 The sect is sinister

"The sect's ancestral teachings state that anyone who has reached the third level of martial arts can become an outer disciple regardless of status. But... you can't!"

The gray-clothed deacon spoke slowly, causing Nafastus Brian's expression to change slightly, and he muttered: "Why, am I an exception?"

"Did you improve your cultivation on your own? No one in the sect knows that Crystara Derek has rewarded you with countless pills. Your cultivation depends entirely on the accumulation of pills. It's just an appearance. The sect wants it. What’s the use!”

With a sneer, the old man in gray said calmly: "I won't embarrass you. You can choose any of the outer disciples in the Zongwu Hall hall. If you can withstand ten moves, I will give you the status of an outer disciple. Otherwise, I will give you the status of an outer disciple." …”

After a slight pause, the gray-clothed deacon shouted coldly: "Go back and be your sword slave honestly. Don't waste the sect's resources."

The sudden change made the originally relaxed atmosphere of Zongwu Hall become grim.

Some people felt sorry for Nafastus Brian. After two years of hard work, his happiness was all in vain.

Some people also think that the deacon in gray is right. The cultivation accumulated through pills does not have much potential.

But it can be said that he has survived ten moves in their hands, but it is really a bit embarrassing.

How could someone who had just entered the third level of martial arts survive ten moves in the hands of people like them who had been practicing for several years?

Nafastus Brian looked directly at the gray-clothed deacon, and he couldn't figure out why the other party made things so difficult for him without any grievance or hatred.

"Xiao Linzi, don't panic, Senior brother Elliott will take care of you. Take five moves in my hand, and I will let you pass the next five."

The voice sounded from behind. Nafastus Brian looked back and saw Disastor Elliott half-smiling face in the crowd.

Suddenly, I understood a lot.

"Hey! You even wore a headscarf, what? Do you think that means you are no longer a sword slave?"

With a hint of ridicule, Zhou Ping walked slowly over, and the other outer disciples quickly got out of the way.

Many people saw Disastor Elliott coming out with a look of surprise in their eyes. No wonder Deacon Clark made things difficult for Nafastus Brian.

It is certain that Nafastus Brian was retaliated by Disastor Elliott.

As Disastor Elliott, it was too easy to ask Deacon Clark to help him with this small favor.

You know, you know, but no one is willing to stand up for Xiao Chen. Who would ask for trouble to help a sword slave?

"Deacon Clark, do you really mean what you just said? If I follow Senior brother Elliott ten moves, can I become an outer disciple?"

Ignoring Disastor Elliott's ridicule, Nafastus Brian turned around, looked at the old man in gray and asked.

A flash of surprise flashed in the eyes of the deacon in gray, and he said solemnly: "That's natural. If you can prove that you are not a showman, why would I embarrass you?"

What he said was righteous and awe-inspiring, but the deacon in gray clothes couldn't help but sneer in his heart. Facing Disastor Elliott, who was a level above him, this sword slave really overestimated his abilities.

Inside the Zongwu Hall.

Nafastus Brian, who originally thought he would retreat in spite of the difficulties, actually chose to take the initiative, surprising the other outer disciples.

If you think about the current situation for a moment, you will know that it was Disastor Elliott deliberate arrangement.

Just waiting for Nafastus Brian to jump in, no normal person would make this choice and would bring humiliation to himself.

What's more, Disastor Elliott fourth level of martial arts was a whole level higher than him.

"Senior brother Elliott, please enlighten me."

Walking to the relatively empty ground of Zongwu Hall, Nafastus Brian stretched out his hand and said.

"Hehe, after all, you were once my sword slave. What I just said still counts. You only need to catch five of my moves."

After the words fell, Disastor Elliott leaned forward, spread his arms like wings, and ran towards Nafastus Brian.

Whoosh!

The moment he ran, a strong storm arose and he rushed forward.

"The body is like a bow, the arms are like wings, and the power is like the wind. This is the Eagle Palm Skill!"

"The goshawk hunts, focusing on gathering momentum. From this posture, it seems that Disastor Elliott has a good grasp. The moment he flies into the sky, it will be amazing."

"No wonder Disastor Elliott dared to ask Xiao Chen to do five moves this time. He has a good grasp of the artistic conception of the Eagle Palm Technique, and he is not far away from achieving great success."

Experts will know if there is one as soon as they take action.

The people present were not the servants of Xijian Pavilion, but were all disciples of the outer sect, and they could see Disastor Elliott's true nature at a glance.

A strong wind blew up, blowing up Nafastus Brian forehead. Disastor Elliott rushed towards him with fierce eyes and steady and heavy steps.

Compared with the exaggeration and carelessness three days ago, it is completely different.

If I hadn't come prepared at all, I would really have fallen into trouble today.

Nafastus Brian was calm, recalling the charm of the tiger in the painting in his mind. The opponent was gathering momentum, and he was also gathering momentum.

"It's over. This sword slave has lost his mind and is motionless. Is he waiting to die?"

"Once the Eagle Palm Technique is unleashed, its power is extremely fast and fierce. Unless you have extraordinary body skills and move like a cunning rabbit, you won't be able to gain advantage by fighting head-on."

"How can a sword slave know this? When Disastor Elliott takes off, it will be doomed."

"He flew!"

He saw Zhou Ping, who was leaning forward with his Disastor Elliott like wings, running all the way to gain momentum, and stepped hard with the sole of his foot.

Whoosh!

His body was like a sharp arrow, soaring into the air, his arms suddenly spread out like an eagle's wings, and his eyes were as sharp as a sword.

A sinister smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, Disastor Elliott face looked a little cruel, and his ferocity was clearly revealed.

Not to mention the humiliation three days ago, this Nafastus Brian was Disastor Elliott's big source of wealth, and no matter what, he could not be allowed to become an outer disciple.

If he leaves, where will he be able to get Crystara Derek's rewards in the future?

"Defeat me!"

With an angry shout, Disastor Elliott's prepared attack reached its peak.

The five fingers of his right hand turned into claws, like an eagle hunting for prey, and it fiercely clawed at the top of Xiao Chen's head.

"So cruel!"

The outer disciples at the scene took a breath of air-conditioning. It seemed that Disastor Elliott had no intention of leaving an escape route for Nafastus Brian.

If it is taken straight to the top of the head, these immortals will be severely injured.

Five moves?

He never thought about giving Nafastus Brian five moves, just to severely damage and humiliate his opponent with one move.

Whoops!

Before the eagle's claws arrived, the strong wind had already blown Nafastus Brian, making him unable to open his eyes and dancing wildly.

Step back with your right foot and bend your body.

In the eyes of everyone, Nafastus Brian made a slightly stupid move, which surprised everyone.

Is this the time to retreat? Is it possible to retreat temporarily?

not good!

Deacon Clark, who had been careless, suddenly jumped up on his right eyelid, and his expression changed wildly.

But it was already too late. Before he could stop him, Nafastus Brian had already taken action.

There is a tiger in my heart, sniffing the rose!

Tiger fist, tiger roaring in the forest!

Nafastus Brian stepped back with his right foot and bent over. Instead of retreating, he advanced forward. With his fingers clenched, he punched out.

In an instant, it seemed as if there was a painting unfolding behind it.

The bones in the body exploded, like a tiger roaring, roaring again and again. With one punch, there was an explosion-like sound in the air, the air flow was turbulent, and strong winds blew in all directions.

Give me this punch. You shouldn't stop me from becoming an outer disciple and use secret tricks!

"Dacheng Tiger Fist!"

The sharp-eyed outer disciples immediately saw that Xiao Chen had mastered the Tiger Fist!

Bang!

There was a handover of fists and palms, and Disastor Elliott Eagle Palm Skill was still far away from reaching perfection. Nafastus Brian was knocked away with a punch.

The palm of his hand exploded, and it felt like his entire arm was useless, and his body flew backwards.

There was a look of horror in his eyes, how could this be possible, it was Xiao Cheng's Tiger Fist three days ago.

Why did the breakthrough occur after three days?

Although Tiger Fist is a basic boxing technique, it cannot be practiced casually to achieve great success.

The most terrible thing was that he wanted to defeat Nafastus Brian with one blow, but he couldn't change his position in the air at this moment.

Nafastus Brian looked indifferent, ran for two steps, and then jumped like a tiger.

His leap into the air was not as high or as fast as that of Disastor Elliott's goshawk, but it fully displayed the fierce and thick charm of the tiger.

The tiger comes down the mountain!

Disastor Elliott was in the air, his right arm was weak and he couldn't move. He could only watch helplessly as Nafastus Brian punched him in the chest with an even more ferocious punch.

Click!

Several internal bones in his chest were broken, Disastor Elliott looked painful, and he couldn't cry anymore after he reached the end.

The second punch was for the original owner Nafastus Brian. You shouldn't bully the weak and bully the other party for two whole years!

Hold your fist and stand still.

After landing, Nafastus Brian moved his five fingers to calm down the surging internal energy in his body.

Disastor Elliott, who was originally thought to be able to severely injure Nafastus Brian with one move, was defeated by Lin Yun with two moves, and his energy was sharp.

An ending that no one expected left the outer disciples in the hall of Zongwu Hall stunned.

Phew, the wind is blowing!

Deacon Clark flashed and landed next to Disastor Elliott, checking his injuries.

His face instantly darkened, he looked at Xiao Chen and said angrily: "You sword slave, you are so courageous, and you are so cruel. Nafastus Brian, you seriously injured a fellow disciple, you are unkind and unjust, I will expel you now Qingyun Sect!”

Nafastus Brian was slightly shocked, but not surprised at all. He said calmly: "The Tiger Fist is inherently inferior to the Eagle Palm. If I don't use my full strength, his first claw may scratch my Tianling Gai."

"How dare you talk back to me!"

Deacon Clark was furious and Disastor Elliott was seriously injured. How could he explain to his father?

This little sword slave has such a tough mouth and really doesn't know how to live or die.

The atmosphere in the hall of the Zongwu Hall suddenly changed, making people feel more stressed. The gray-clothed deacon was really angry!

"stop."

Just when the gray-robed deacon was about to teach Nafastus Brian a lesson, a hoarse voice came from upstairs.