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Thinking of this, the sound of Mu Laoqin has also undergone subtle changes, although the rhythm seems to be the same as the previous rhythm, but in fact, it has more layers of charm, making the music itself slightly different. Compared with the previous feeling, the current sound of the piano is obviously more in line with the "fragments of ancient scores - Hu Ji Eighteen Beats".

Sure enough, yes!

Ling Yun swung out a sword, and his heart was overjoyed.

This "Hu Ji Eighteen Beats" had only one trick before himself, and he was able to stab people in seven acupoints with a sword under his own intensive research, although the power has increased greatly, it can be regarded as a superior move, but this is already the limit, compared to the ancient spectrum of the sword move that can attack the opponent's eighteen heavy points in one move, it is like a moat, out of reach, but at this moment, I feel the sound of the qin, and I feel a sword in my hand, and the landing point has increased dramatically.

I thought that there was no room for improvement, but I was able to break through under this opportunity?!

Immediately after, Ling Yun suddenly had a faint feeling, as if the sound of the qin carried a kind of power, as if a teacher of a pedantic celestial being, guiding himself to practice the sword by hand. Ling Yun conformed to this feeling, and swung out another sword, this time one step closer, and under the sword, nine cold rays splashed at once.

Sensing his rapid progress in swordsmanship, Ling Yun immediately eliminated all distractions and continued to swing his sword...... 10, 11...... Almost every sword swing has a new harvest, basically after two or three swords, you can bring out a little more cold star!

Sixteen, seventeen...... After practicing over and over again, Ling Yun only felt that he had not only made rapid progress in this trick "Huqin Eighteen Beats", but even his perception and understanding of kendo had also risen.

The melody became more and more urgent, and Lingyun's sword became stronger and more fierce. Suddenly, the essence in Ling Yun's eyes flashed, and the three-son sword in his hand slashed and fell sharply from top to bottom, and where the sword passed, eighteen cold stars were born and disappeared in a flash.

A sword swing stabbed the enemy in 18 acupuncture points.

It turns out that this is the real power of "Fragments of Ancient Scores - Huqin Eighteen Beats"!

Wrong!

By now, this swordsmanship can no longer be called "Fragments of Ancient Scores - Eighteen Beats of Huqin", it should be "Famous Swords of Ancient Scores - Eighteen Beats of Huqin!" ”

The sound of the piano gradually became muffled, and Ling Yun had already put away his sword and stood up, closing his eyes, and constantly replaying the scenes of his previous sword practice in his mind.

After a while, this perception became clearer and clearer, and Ling Yun confirmed that he had truly mastered the full essence of this "Huqin Eighteen Beats", and this sword was completely declared a success!

"Congratulations, sir, I have received the guidance of the master qinyin, and my swordsmanship has greatly improved. Complete the fragments of the 'Fragments of the Ancient Score - Eighteen Beats of the Huqin' by himself, and fully grasp the essence of it, so far, the 'Fragments of the Ancient Score - Eighteen Beats of the Huqin' has been renamed as the 'Famous Sword of the Ancient Score - Eighteen Beats of the Huqin'. ”

The mechanical sound of the dawn pulled Ling Yun back to reality from the afterglow of the comprehension of the swordsmanship, and the melodious sound of the huqin had long since ended, and he had not reacted before, but he was just immersed in the intoxication of the aftermath of his winding beam.

Feeling that his strength had improved significantly in this short moment, Ling Yun was overjoyed. He opened his eyes suddenly, then turned around and hugged his fists, and said respectfully: "Thank you for the seniors...... Doom ......"

Ling Yun was halfway through his words of gratitude, but he found that the stool in front of him was empty, how could there be half a figure?

After concentrating on it and feeling it again, he confirmed that there was no other breath in the entire courtyard except for himself and Huo'er, and Ling Yun confirmed that Mu Lao had left. With a little disappointment, Ling Yun put his sword into the sheath, and bowed deeply in the direction where Mu Lao was before, chatting about his gratitude.

Immediately after, Ling Yun straightened up, slowly turned his head to look at the canopy behind the roof, and said indifferently: "Since Your Excellency is here, why don't you show up and see it?" ”

A familiar figure flashed on the roof, and his body was like flying in the wind, without the slightest fireworks. The folding fan in his hand shook slightly, and the eyes of the people who came fell on Ling Yun, and said leisurely: "I think this little brother is Ling Yun." I didn't expect that I had just arrived, and I was discovered by you so quickly, and the little brother is really unusual. But how do I feel, where do I seem to have seen you? ”

While the other party looked at Ling Yun, Ling Yun's eyes were also looking at the other party. The person in front of him had long hair moving with the wind, feeling flowing and supple, and he was about in his early twenties, and he was handsome and clear. Compared to what the other party said that he seemed to have seen himself, Ling Yun could confirm that this person had not seen it himself, but he was very sure of the identity of the other party, because the other party's body when he appeared, he was so familiar that he couldn't be more familiar with it.

"Probably in the Qinghai Forest, right?" Ling Yun replied indifferently: "At that time, I was in a hurry, and there were no people present to look at them one by one, thinking that the Wind Hall Master was also one of the people who were hiding in the shadows at that time, it was the old monarch who seemed to know me, but I didn't know the monarch!" ”

The person who came was one of the children of fate in the Fengyun World, and he was also the master of the Kamikaze Hall today-Nie Feng!

It turned out to be him!

Nie Feng was shocked when he heard this, and immediately remembered the situation when Ling Yun left with the granddaughter of the mud bodhisattva, because he was hiding in a remote position at that time, he could only see Ling Yun's back when he left, plus Ling Yun didn't mean to meet anyone, and his figure was even more fleeting, he could feel that Ling Yun's figure was familiar, and it was already an unexpected memory.

But Nie Feng knew that today was not a good opportunity to catch up, so he changed his words and went straight to the point: "The gossip ends here. I came this time because I heard someone on the rivers and lakes say that Lingyun Gongzi once performed the stunt of the Wind God Legs, I don't know if there is such a thing? ”

Here it comes!

Ling Yun sneered in his heart, but on the surface, he didn't seem to realize the stake in this matter, so he nodded and said, "That's right." Just a few days ago, outside the Qinghai Forest, a fool with a hat saw my Fengshen legs. By the way, speaking of that stupid shortage, martial arts are very powerful, he is not only well versed in the number of strokes of the wind god legs, but also all the way to the fingering, as if he is the nemesis of the wind god legs, almost restrained me, if I don't have another unique secret skill, the danger is planted in the hands of this person. ”

It's the mysterious man who kidnapped the mud bodhisattva!

Nie Feng's heart was shocked, and while he felt the same way as Ling Yun Yu's judgment of the mysterious person's martial arts, he subconsciously casually repeated a word he didn't understand: "Stupid? ”

"It's the meaning of a fool and a lack of heart." Ling Yun nodded and explained very seriously.

It seems that the young man in front of him has also suffered at the hands of that mysterious man?

But looking at his cute expression, it didn't look like it, as if his attitude towards the hat man was not anger or jealousy, but ...... Despise! That's right, it's contempt! Deep contempt! Strong and unsparing contempt!