Infinite evolution: I know all the plots

Ling Yun staggered when he heard this, main task one?

I'm going to your evolution system!

Could it be that there is more than one mission in this crossing?
Don't play with me like this!

At this moment, Ling Yun just wanted to cry up to the sky!

No wonder I was given the Nine Suns Divine Art at the beginning, and then asked me to learn the Great Teleportation of the Universe. Sure enough, rewards and dangers coexist. There really is no free lunch in the world, it's the same everywhere!
You don't need to think about it at all to know that the fighting power of the six factions is definitely not as simple as in the original plot. If this task is not done well, it will have to hover on the edge of life and death again.

Ling Yun sighed in his heart, knowing that he had no choice but to face the difficulties, so he didn't say any more at the moment, and dragged Xiao Zhao slowly into the hall of Guangmingding.

The square in the hall was crowded with people, and the number of people in Xishou was relatively small. Nine out of ten people were dripping with blood, sitting or lying down, and they should belong to the Mingjiao side.

The number of people in Dongshou was several times larger, and they were divided into six piles. It seemed that they belonged to the six major factions.

The six major sects stood in a semicircle around Mingjiao, implicitly enclosing Mingjiao in the middle, with their backs against the gable.

Ling Yun glanced at the Mingjiao people, and saw that the characters in the plot were all there.

Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao, Peng Monk, and other Mingjiao masters were all sitting in the middle of the Mingjiao crowd, surrounded by the Mingjiao congregation, almost everyone was seriously injured and lost all fighting power.

There are two people fighting in the center of the square, and everyone is watching the battle with rapt attention.

Ling Yun dragged Xiao Zhao in, but no one noticed.

Ling Yun looked at the clothes and attires of the people on the field, and led Xiao Zhao to the end of the Wudang faction's phalanx, and looked up to the middle of the field.

I only heard a kind Taoist with a black beard and chest close to the six major sects say to the old man on the Mingjiao side:

"Senior Yin, the Wudang Sect and the Tianying Sect have a deep hatred, but we don't want to take advantage of others' danger. This festival can be settled at a later date.

Our Six Great Sects are here for Mingjiao this time.

Tianying Sect has broken away from Ming Sect and established its own sect, and everyone in the world knows it.Senior Yin, why bother to wade into this muddy water, please lead the people of the noble sect and go down the mountain. "

After Ling Yun listened, he already understood that it must be Song Yuanqiao, the leader of the Wudang Seven Heroes, who spoke at this time.

Then the white-browed eagle-nosed old man standing opposite him, covered in wounds and crumbling, must be Zhang Wuji's grandfather, the white-browed eagle king Yin Tianzheng, whom he possessed.

Although it was a soul attachment, Ling Yun could clearly feel a pain in his heart, and his empathetic heart was full of deep worry.

Ling Yun took a few deep breaths, suppressing the urge to rush up in his heart.

He remembered that the fight between the two at this moment should only be a competition of tricks, without any danger.

So he decided to observe the moves of the two with peace of mind, so that he could have a rough estimate of the fighting power of the plot characters in this world.

Only the white-browed eagle king Yin Tianzheng laughed and said:

"Song Daxia's kindness, I appreciate the kindness of this old man. I am one of the four great protectors of the Ming Sect. Although I have established my own family, but the Ming Sect is in trouble, how can I stay out of it? I just died today. Song Daxia, please join me."

As he spoke, he took a step forward, raised his palms in front of his chest, and his white eyebrows trembled slightly, awe-inspiring.

Song Yuanqiao nodded appreciatively, said no more, and respectfully handed out a Wudang move, the "hands-on gesture", which the junior asked the senior for advice, and swung it out.

I saw the two of them fisting and kicking, the fight was extremely intense, but they were always separated by a distance of Zhang Xu.

Even though the move is impossible, everything is false, which move fails and which move takes the lead, everyone knows.

The two of them were engrossed and did not dare to neglect at all, it was no different from a hand-to-hand fight.

After watching for a while, Ling Yun probably saw more than a dozen flaws in the two's moves.

As the master of the two, Ling Yun roughly estimated that his combat power at this time should be more than one step higher than that of everyone on the field, and then he decided in his heart that this task should not be difficult.

When the fight between the two ended in a tie, Ling Yun was thinking about how to go up and stop the subsequent fight.

I saw a short old man from the Kongtong faction jumping out, landed lightly in front of Yin Tianzheng, and said: "My surname is Tang to play with your old man Yin."

The old man's contemptuous tone made Ling Yun instantly angry, and couldn't help blurting out, cursing loudly:
"Play, I'll play with your sister, play, are you insane? You only know how to take advantage of others' danger?"

Ling Yun was full of qi, and his voice instantly spread throughout the hall.

Everyone in the field was startled by the sudden scolding, and turned their eyes to the Wudang phalanx where the sound came from.

Everyone in Wudang couldn't figure it out, thinking that it was that Wudang disciple who had such a backbone, dared to speak out what was in everyone's heart so boldly at this moment.

Then everyone found the two standing at the end but not wearing Wudang costumes.

Ling Yun didn't delay any longer, he pulled Xiao Zhao lightly, crossed the Wudang square, and stood in front of the white-browed eagle king Yin Tianzheng.

Xiao Zhao was extremely nervous, but seeing the young master's upright face, feeling the warmth from the young master's palm, remembering that the young master had already learned the method of moving the mind, he immediately felt relieved.

Ling Yun held Xiao Zhao with one hand, put the other behind his back, and put his palm on the Baihui acupoint on Yin Tianzheng's head.

Yin Tianzheng and the Mingjiao people didn't know Ling Yun's identity, and thought that Ling Yun was going to harm the White-browed Eagle King, so there was a burst of shouting and cursing from the Mingjiao people.

But Yin Tianzheng was already unable to dodge, so he could only watch Ling Yun's palm fall.

Ling Yun recalled Guan Yu's state when he was healing him, and injected his true energy into the body of the white-browed eagle king Yin Tianzheng, and began to heal him.

On the opposite side of the Kongtong, Tang Wenliang saw that he was yelled at and insulted by a young man with a hairy head, and suddenly became furious, stepped on his upper body by mistake, and punched Ling Yun in the chest.

The white-browed Eagle King felt the true qi in his body gradually recovering, and he understood that the young man was healing himself, so he was determined.

At this time, seeing Tang Wenliang's sneak attack, he couldn't help shouting.

"Shameless!"

"Be careful, son!"

And Xiao Zhao stared at Tang Wenliang all the time, and when he realized that this person was making a sneak attack, he also exclaimed and blocked Ling Yun.

Ling Yun didn't pay attention to him at all, and gently pulled Xiao Zhao away, ready to knock him into the air with his palm.

Unexpectedly, Tang Wenliang was scheming, he didn't know Ling Yun's background, he never thought of fighting recklessly at the beginning, he smiled sinisterly, turned his fist on one side of his body, and punched Xiao Zhao.

"you wanna die!"

Ling Yun wanted to knock him into the air and give up, but found that he went to sneak attack Xiao Zhao instead. He was so angry that he quickly raised his right leg, kicked Tang Wenliang on the chest, and kicked him to the ground. Feet on his chest.

Then he bent down and picked up a brick from the ground, and slapped Tang Wenliang's face one after another, making his face swell like a pig's head.

The field was extremely quiet, only the sound of the bricks touching Tang Wenliang's face, with a clear rhythm, click, click, click, click.

Everyone couldn't help covering their faces with their hands, as if they were being hit in the face every time.

Ling Yun slapped it with a brick while cursing:
"Let you sneak attack, today I will let you taste the taste of [-] kinds of weapons and bricks!
But it's a pity that there is no folding stool, otherwise it would be perfect! "