When Mingyun woke up again, it was already noon the next day, and the sun was in full bloom, shining on the ground, giving this land a little warmth.

Mingyun could see that this was the tent where Lin Haoran was, his hand accidentally touched the couch under him, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, but he didn't stay for long.

He was alone in the tent, and it was quiet.

He didn't get up immediately, but a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, just like before, he didn't know why Lin Haoran wanted to take him as an apprentice, and now he still can't figure out why Lin Haoran would impose such a strong coercion on himself.

After half a day, he slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, compared to others, he is now practicing martial arts, it is already very late, he is already fifteen years old this year, but his cultivation is only in the spirit gathering realm.

If it is placed in a place like Muyang City, this kind of cultivation is naturally good, but if it is placed in the Northern Xuan Dynasty, or even the Zhongyuan Dynasty, it will not be enough to see at all, if there is no accident, his future achievements are extremely limited, which is why he doesn't understand why Lin Haoran wants to accept him as an apprentice.

"What, have you figured it out?"

The curtain of the tent was lifted, and Lin Haoran, who was dressed in a green shirt, had already stepped in, and when he saw Mingyun, who was already awake, his face was faint, and he asked directly.

"If you want to worship under my door, then naturally you must abide by my rules!"

Lin Haoran's face was cold, with a little cruelty, as if he couldn't look down on Mingyun.

Mingyun bit his lower lip tightly, and even a little blood spilled out, but he didn't notice it, just held a pair of resentful eyes and stared straight at Lin Haoran.

Lin Haoran could understand Mingyun's thoughts, just like when he hadn't practiced swords, at that time, he was a well-known cultivation waste material in Muyang City, don't devour it It is a martial artist of other families, even if it is a young disciple in his own family, he will laugh at himself.

But no matter how ridiculous they were, they didn't do it, and Mingyun's life knew at a glance that he was not only suffering from psychological torture, but also physical torture.

"When your strength is strong enough, you don't even need to make a move, it will make the people who bullied you before feel terrified and make them uneasy!"

Lin Haoran's gaze did not sweep towards Mingyun, but the words he came out explained his behavior one by one.

Mingyun is not a fool, it's just that before, he was blinded by the anger in his heart, and now he is forcibly suppressed by Lin Haoran, and with the previous catharsis, his reason has been restored, and when he heard Lin Haoran's words at this time, after muttering for a while, he actually nodded his head slightly.

"Disciple meets the master!"

He struggled to get down from the couch and bowed directly at Lin Haoran's feet, with a slight calmness on his face, although there were still traces of anger, but compared to the previous time, it had increased a hundred times.

Seeing Mingyun's performance, Lin Haoran secretly nodded in his heart, knowing that the other party was not an incorrigible person.

"Since you have already worshiped under the disciple of the teacher, then there are a few rules that you must follow, otherwise even if it is the end of the earth, the deity will turn your cultivation into nothing!"

Although he already had some certainty in his heart, in order to put a tight spell on the other party, Lin Haoran still followed up with a sentence!

"First, don't kill innocents indiscriminately!"

"Second, don't deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors!"

"Simply put, that's it!"

Mingyun raised his head in shock, after the previous relationship, he already felt that he was enough to understand Lin Haoran, but he didn't expect that he only understood a surface.

"This is a long sword forged for you by the teacher, which is filled with your jīng blood, which is connected with your blood, and the teacher hopes that you can take it as your dearest brother and closest comrade-in-arms in the future!"

When Lin Haoran said this, his expression was very cautious, and his eyes were full of complexity looking at the long sword in his hand, the sword body was slender, more than three feet long, and the sword body flashed with a cold glow, just looking at it was enough to let people know that this sword was definitely not ordinary!

Mingyun looked at the long sword in Lin Haoran's hand, a trace of amazement flashed in his eyes, but at the same time, there was also an inexplicable excitement in his heart, growing up in the Ling Tian Sword Sect, even if he was resentful and full of anger in his heart, he still had an inexplicable emotion for the sword.

Except for the wooden sword he used when he practiced secretly, this was the first long sword he had gotten, and it looked like it was comparable to the extraordinary.

There was a sudden slight emotion churning in his eyes, like clouds rolling in the sky, but he was cold, he actually lowered his eyes, just thanked him softly, and didn't say anything more.

What Mingyun didn't know was that this long sword was forged by Lin Haoran himself, although he was not a master of forging, but because of his sword practice, the forging of the long sword was also very comparable.

Not to mention the material of this long sword, it was made from the fragmentation of the original Qingying body, and it also carried Lin Haoran's slightest emotion, but Lin Haoran had high hopes for Mingyun.

……

In a hidden place on the battlefield of the Hundred Clans, I saw a young man in a purple robe, slowly opening his eyes, exhaling a breath of turbidity, and a trace of ruthlessness and jealousy flashed in a pair of vertical pupils.

It was the previous time that Zi Lei, who was injured by Lin Haoran, after these days of recuperation, his injuries were almost healed, but he would never forget the shame given by Lin Haoran.

If he was in the Beichen Supreme Tomb before, he still retreated because of Qing Ming, but this time he met Lin Haoran because of himself.

He never thought that the young man with a young and ignorant face at the beginning had grown to this level, relying on his cultivation in the early stage of the Dao Realm, as well as his amazing swordsmanship, and the terrifying degree, he was directly defeated by leapfrogging the level, and he was the Demon Clan Venerable in the late stage of the Dao Realm.

At this time, Lin Haoran is probably already famous.

Thinking that he was actually a stepping stone for Lin Haoran, Zi Lei couldn't help but clench his teeth, and even could clearly hear the creaking sound when his teeth rubbed.

Looking at his resentful expression, if Lin Haoran was in front of him, I am afraid he would have moved his mouth directly.

(End of chapter)