"Do you have an invitation?" Walking in front of the mountain gate of the Songshan faction, there are no more people in the rivers and lakes here, only a few disciples of the Songshan faction, standing in front of the mountain gate and guarding the mountain gate expressionlessly.

Those Songshan disciples couldn't help but step forward when they saw Lin Ye, and one of them clenched his fists and said.

"If you don't have an invitation, can't you enter Songshan?" Looking at the disciple, Lin Ye asked.

"It's nature." Hearing Lin Ye's words, those people seemed to look at each other, and then added: "If everyone can enter the Songshan faction, then there are tens of thousands of people in the entire rivers and lakes, if there are no regulations, even if my Songshan faction is twice as big as it can accommodate so many martial arts heroes." ”

"And what if I want to go in?" Looking at the three big characters of the Songshan faction on the stone plaque, Lin Ye immediately lowered his head and said slowly.

"If it's on weekdays, you can let your Excellency enter, but these days you can't." Several people glanced at each other, and the man looked at Lin Ye and said in a deep voice.

At the same time, his right hand was already pressed on the hilt of the sword.

"Yes, yes." Looking at the few Songshan Sect disciples in front of him, Lin Ye suddenly laughed, then nodded slightly, turned his head and walked towards the shade of the tree on the side.

What these people said was all reasonable, and there was nothing to overstep, even if this was the case, Lin Ye would naturally not trespass, not to mention that he didn't come to participate in any hero meeting, but just to meet a few masters of the Songshan faction today.

What is the difference between entering and not entering?

Walking to the bottom of the shade of the tree, Lin Ye sat down cross-legged and lowered his sword above his knees.

The Songshan disciples, seeing that Lin Ye did not leave, but walked straight to the shade of the tree, sat down, and couldn't help but look at each other, not knowing what he was paying attention to.

The sky was getting darker, and the disciples guarding the door seemed to have changed another batch, Lin Ye took out a pancake from his pocket to satisfy his hunger, the sun had gradually set, and the sky in the distance was dark red.

Suddenly, I heard a dull sound of footsteps, and I saw a handsome young man in purple clothes coming slowly at the foot of the mountain in the distance, with a stone sword behind his back.

Seeing this person, Lin Ye's eyes shrank slightly, and his heart, which had always been calm and waveless, was suddenly shocked.

How can a person have such a change in a month?

"Division...... Master? Slightly stunned, looking at the leaves sitting in the shade of the tree, the man's face showed a strange color, and a trace of complicated feelings flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help but speak.

The sound is crisp, but with a hint of thickness.

The hair and skin are smooth and fair, even compared to the women of rich families, they are not worse at all.

"How did you become like this now?" Lin Ye said slowly.

This person is none other than Lin Pingzhi.

Dressed in a purple robe, he was wearing the stone sword of the day on his back, and he also had a thin sword around his waist, a very thin and thin sword, like a piece of iron.

The light pace and steady breathing are obviously the embodiment of the internal force.

Hearing Lin Ye's words, Lin Pingzhi's complexion changed slightly, but he didn't say a word.

"If you don't want to say it, then forget it, but I said that you are not allowed to use a sword without my permission, and now let me see how good your sword is." Looking at the thin sword on Lin Pingzhi's waist, Lin Ye said slowly.

Hearing Lin Ye's words, Lin Pingzhi's face couldn't help but change, and he said, "Master, I ......."

"Needless to say, let's get out of the sword." Lin Ye stood up and said slowly, the sun had completely set, and only a faint sunset remained.

"Master......" Hearing Lin Ye's words, Lin Pingzhi couldn't help but take two or three steps back.

"Get out of your sword." The sword was raised slowly, and Lin Ye looked at Lin Pingzhi and said slowly.

Unquestionable words, the sword light shimmered in the light of the sunset.

And those Songshan disciples had a wrong look on their faces.

When Lin Pingzhi called Lin Ye as a master before, several people were shocked, but at this moment, seeing Lin Ye actually let Lin Pingzhi draw his sword and fight, the feeling was even more strange.

"Master, be careful!" With a soft shout, the long sword in Lin Pingzhi's hand suddenly stabbed out, like lightning, the sword was like a ghost, stabbing towards Lin Ye's ribs, its sword was swift and incomprehensible, and it was so fast that it was difficult to reflect.

"Not bad speed, but that's all?" As soon as the long sword in his hand was erected, Lin Pingzhi's sword pierced directly into the body of Lin Yejian's sword, and he could no longer advance a bit.

The speed of this sword, even compared to the fast sword when Lin Ye first saw Ah Fei, was not much inferior.

But in Lin Ye's eyes, this sword is really unbearable, the reason why the fast sword is fast is not that each of its swords can maintain the same speed, but that it is more valuable than a sword, and there is a desperate sword that has no return.

And now, although Lin Pingzhi's sword is strange and fast, in Lin Ye's opinion, it is completely the credit of his internal strength.

Although Lin Ye didn't know what kind of internal strength it was, in a short period of time, Lin Pingzhi's internal strength had reached a level comparable to Fei Bin's.

But there is no doubt that the sword technique in Lin Pingzhi's hand has no merit at all.

Plain words, no ridicule, no punishment.

As soon as his complexion changed, Lin Pingzhi let out a low cry again, and the sword in his hand was like flying snow, enveloping Lin Ye's body, and the sword light flashed.

"This is your sword?" With a simple stab, Lin Ye's words drilled into Lin Pingzhi's ear, and the sword was already against Lin Pingzhi's throat.

His face turned pale, Lin Pingzhi looked at the sword against his throat, and couldn't help but be shocked.

Originally, he learned the secret of the "Evil Warding Sword Spectrum" in the cellar of the old mansion in Xiangyang Lane from his deceased father, and practiced the evil sword spectrum at such a great price, even if it could not be compared with a peerless master like Lin Ye, but it was not far behind, but now he didn't even take a sword, which couldn't help but make Lin Ping's heart feel like ashes.

"You still don't understand? Sword again! Looking at Lin Pingzhi, Lin Ye's brows were already furrowed, and he couldn't help but say in a deep voice.

Hearing Lin Ye's words, Lin Pingzhi suddenly raised his head, his face full of confusion.

"Don't you understand? Sword again! Looking at Lin Pingzhi, Lin Ye shouted.

Without saying a word, Lin Pingzhi clenched the thin sword in his hand and stabbed towards Lin Ye again.

However, the moment the sword came out, a sword light was faster and more sharp, and with a blink of an eye, Lin Pingzhi only felt that his neck was slightly cold, and the long sword in Lin Ye's hand was actually attached to his neck again, and the speed of this sword was like a ghost.

Not to mention the person concerned, Lin Pingzhi, even the few onlookers of the Songshan faction disciples, their faces were also full of horror, this sword was too fast, as fast as a thunderbolt.

But what shocked Lin Pingzhi even more was that there were no superfluous changes in this sword, and there was no ghostly move, it was this simple flat stabbing sword.

A sword of déjà vu.