A hoarse and old voice came from upstairs, stopping the gray-clothed deacon's movements.

"Hall Master!"

On the top of the building, there was an old man in black with a grim expression, with a stern gaze, giving people great oppression.

"Meet the Hall Master!"

The other outer disciples in the hall of the sect affairs hall saw the old man's face change slightly, and at the same time knelt down and saluted respectfully.

This old man is the master of the sect hall, and his cultivation has reached the ninefold martial arts.

The martial arts are tenfold, and every three times there is a hurdle, approaching the limit of the physical body step by step, and the further you go, the more difficult it is to break through.

In the entire Qingyun Sect, apart from the sect master, there are very few people who can have the Nine Martial Arts Sect cultivators. Even if you look at the entire Tianshui Kingdom, the hall master can be regarded as a master with strong strength.

On weekdays, he is old and sits in the Zongwu Hall, and rarely interferes in specific affairs.

"Deacon Young, I know everything. You're doing the right thing, but now that he's passed your test, don't be embarrassed. As an appropsy, you are responsible for distributing him the clothes of the sect and the introductory exercises and blades. ”

"Yes, yes, what the hall master said is right, and his subordinates will definitely do it. ”

Seeing this, the old man nodded slightly, glanced at Lin Yun, and turned to leave.

The gray-clothed deacon breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, the hall master did not punish him, and today is considered lucky.

But when I thought that I was a deacon, I had to personally distribute clothes to this sword slave and select exercises and blades, and I suddenly felt a little unhappy.

"Come with me. ”

Saying a word angrily, Deacon Yang took Lin Yun and headed towards the second floor.

Watching Lin Yun disappear on the second floor, the disciples of the Qingyun Sect in the hall all said that this Lin Yun was really lucky.

If it weren't for the appearance of the hall master, this Lin Yun would definitely have suffered today.

As for Zhou Ping, who was lying down, he could only admit that he was unlucky, and no one cared about him anymore.

The second floor of the Zongwu Hall is an important place for the sect.

Most of the exercises and martial arts collected by the entire Qingyun Sect are placed here. New outer disciples have a chance to choose exercises and martial arts for free, and then they have to make a contribution before they can be redeemed.

"Let's choose the exercises first, you can cultivate internal strength when you reach the triple level of martial arts, and this is where the internal strength exercises are placed. ”

Deacon Yang took Lin Yun to a row of bookshelves, and pointed with his hand and didn't want to say more.

Lin Yun didn't see any outside, and when he came to the bookshelf, he quickly looked at a door exercise.

"The clouds are decided, the wind is thundering, and the clear water is ......"

Seeing the speed at which Lin Yun flipped through, the corners of Deacon Yang's mouth couldn't help but hook up a mocking look. The sword slave is the sword slave, turning it so fast, I'm afraid I can't understand it.

If you have a little eyesight, you know how to ask me for an answer and how to choose.

"Deacon Young, choose this one below. ”

"Pure Yang Gong. ”

Deacon Yang took it and looked at it, his face couldn't help but become strange, and he couldn't stop sneering in his heart.

Those who practice pure yang gong have strong and strong internal strength, but the cultivation of this exercise is slow, and most of the people who choose this gong in the sect finally give up.

"Are you sure?"

"Sure. ”

The gray-clothed deacon smiled: "You have eyesight, this exercise is good, it is very suitable for you." ”

Lin Yun observed his words and looks, and knew that this gray-clothed deacon was hiding a knife in his smile, and he was uneasy and kind.

But just a moment ago, he had already read all the summaries of the exercises on the bookshelf.

Not a word, all imprinted in the mind.

After comprehensive consideration, I chose this pure yang gong, and the ten layers of martial arts are all about polishing the body. The internal strength of pure yang gong is thick and strong, which is undoubtedly the most suitable.

Next, martial arts are selected, and martial arts are the same as exercises, and the grades are divided into basic, medium, and high.

Lin Yun picked out a medium sword technique, the Flowing Wind Sword Technique, which was known for its great lethality and dexterity.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you, this Flowing Wind Sword Technique requires quite high comprehension, and many inner disciples are difficult to practice. ”

When Deacon Yang saw Lin Yun, he chose another "wrong" exercise.

I thought in my heart, after all, it was an errand assigned by the hall master, and it should be clicked or dialed, so as not to fall into the handle.

"It's okay, thank you Deacon Young for reminding me. ”

"I don't know what to do!"

Deacon Yang's face sank, muttered in a low voice, and no longer paid attention to Lin Yun.

The Armory Pavilion of the Somudo Hall.

Since the martial arts chose the sword technique, the blade naturally chose the sword, and Deacon Yang handed over a sword at random without giving him the opportunity to choose.

Raising the sword out of the sheath, Lin Yun looked at it and looked at the three-foot sword body quite satisfied.

This sword is made of Qinggang thousands of times, the standard sword of the sect's disciples, Lin Yun has seen many when he was a sword slave.

Looking at the texture of the sword body, it should belong to the upper level of the green steel sword.

Click!

Without warning, the blade suddenly snapped and fell to the ground with a sway.

The long sword in his hand is only half cut off.

"What's going on?"

Deacon Yang stepped forward and snatched the sword body, looked at it for a long time and didn't understand, and cursed: "Let's change it, the people who purchased the green steel sword from the sect are shoddy again." ”

Click, click, click!

Changing three in a row, each one broke without warning, and Deacon Yang looked Lin Yun up and down: "You sword slave, you won't be doing trouble, right?"

Lin Yun single-handedly cultivated swordsmanship, and in the Qingyun Sect, he was also famous.

Four green steel swords in a row all exploded for no reason, making Deacon Yang a little suspicious.

Lin Yun was also puzzled in his heart, and muttered: "I don't have this ability, and I won't do things at will." Why don't you, Lord Deacon, let me choose for myself?"

"Think beautifully, you wait!"

Deacon Yang glared at Lin Yun, and tinkered in the corner where the waste swords were piled up in the Armory Pavilion, and his eyes lit up after a moment.

took out an old sword that was rusty and full of dust, and handed it to Lin Yun without saying anything.

Without waiting for Lin Yun to draw his sword out of its sheath, he forcibly pushed it out: "Try the sword when you go back, don't get it here, you have to break it again, the old man really doesn't have a sword for you to use." ”

Breaking four swords in a row, Lin Yun was also a little embarrassed, so he had to give up.

At the time of parting, Deacon Yang looked at Lin Yun and said, "Are you sure you won't change this Flowing Wind Sword Technique?"

"Not changing?"

"Hehe, ambitious. The level of comprehension required by this exercise is not at all what you, a sword slave, can imagine. If you don't change it now, if you beg the old man to change it in the future, the old man won't change it for you!"

"Farewell. ”

For Lin Yun's insistence, Deacon Yang, who was mindful of it, sneered in his heart, there is a time when you beg me!

Two hours later.

In front of Lin Yun's cabin, he changed into sect clothes. Wearing a white robe inside and a cyan robe outside, his handsome face looks much more energetic.

In the open space in front of the wooden house, the sound of swords roared, and Lin Yun danced with his sword, his movements flowing smoothly and freely.

If Deacon Yang was here, he would definitely break out in a cold sweat and couldn't believe it.

Ordinary people can't be proficient in the Flowing Wind Sword Technique for half a month, but in Lin Yun's hands, he can do whatever he wants.

"It doesn't seem that hard. ”

After two hours, Lin Yun had his first glimpse of the door and comprehended the basic sword moves of the Flowing Wind Sword Technique.

In addition to the basic sword moves, there are three major killing moves in the Flowing Wind Sword Technique, gathering the sword into the wind, returning to the light and flowing shadow, and the wind passing without a trace.

The swordsmanship is still some distance away from Xiaocheng, but if you think about it, it won't be long.

Looking at the body of the sword, Lin Yun thought for a moment, this was the old sword that Deacon Yang threw to him.

The sword is two fingers wide, three feet three feet long, and the blade is dull. The blade is blue-brown in color, looking old, old, and dull.

Gently knocked on it, the heavy sword blade, and there was no crisp metal sound.

Lin Yun decided that this should be made of a piece of metal wood, which was directly polished.

In addition to metal that can forge sword bodies, animal bones, mountain stones, and metal wood can all be made into swords, but they are relatively rare.

Metallic wood, not formally named, refers to some sharp plants and trees that can be compared to the hardness of metal.

When Hong Lao taught him swordsmanship, he gave him a book of Hundred Flowers Sword Book, which has records of many famous swords in the world.

Among them, there are some rare swords, which are made of natural plants and trees.

There are many plants and trees that can be turned into swords, and the most well-known is the ancient building wood.

The sword in his hand can't see the source.

However, its color is dull, there is no aura, no matter how big it is, I am afraid it is also a waste sword.

Plants and trees become swords, and the most important thing is the natural rhyme and aura, if there is no special maintenance. As the days go by, the aura passes, the Dao rhyme does not exist, and it is not as good as the ordinary mortal sword.

But Lin Yun was still very happy, at least this sword was not broken.

Good maintenance, barely enough.

Putting the sword back into its sheath, Lin Yun took out the Pure Yang Gong and said with some expectation: "It's time to cultivate internal strength." ”

If you don't cultivate internal strength, you will never have a way out, and the martial arts triple can be regarded as a real martial artist.

Cross your knees and close your eyes.

After sensing the internal strength in his body, Lin Yun carefully operated the internal strength in his body with pure yang skills.

Initially, not skilled.

The energy is running around in the body, and it is difficult to control, like a loach.

By the time they got to grips with it, it was already dark.

With the starry sky, Lin Yun looked forward to it in his heart, he had reached the peak, and he could finally successfully run the Pure Yang Gong.

His mind sank, his pure yang gong worked, and Lin Yun entered a certain mysterious state.

With the circulation of internal energy in his body, he was able to see the internal organs clearly, which was extremely wonderful.

Look inside!

After cultivating the martial arts triple practice, you can look inside the five internal organs of the body, so as to truly embark on the path of martial arts.

It's just that Lin Yun, who was immersed in the cultivation of the exercises, didn't notice it.

In the mysterious space above the dantian in the body, an ancient broken sword existed alone, and the hilt was still wrapped around nine chains and spread in the darkness.

When it was running the Pure Yang Gong, there was a little spiritual light, sprinkled on the broken sword, and there were silky ripples.

With the spilling of spiritual light, the ends of the chains stirred in the darkness.

Weird and mysterious.