This time he made the first move, he didn't want to give Fan Jingsong any more chances, this guy was too evil, maybe he still had some backhand.

He secretly summoned the Fire Mantis, and then threw a punch.

This punch is a false move, the purpose is to borrow this punch to hit the fire cockroach entrenched on his right arm, Fan Jingsong is very surprised, how can this kid suddenly dare to fight with me in close combat, isn't this here to send him to death? He won't think that I have been slightly injured, he can do whatever he wants!

Play hand-to-hand combat with me and look for death?

However, he immediately felt that it seemed to be a trap, but his extreme confidence in the black and white Xuanyue hand, as well as his extreme conceit, made him feel that even if you kid had any tricks, I could still deal with it calmly, it was nothing more than a steel needle and a dagger, and since the gladiatorial fight, I haven't seen him use other techniques.

Although he knew by induction that he had fused with the Holy Fire, he knew that he had sacrificed to the Holy Flame and that the Holy Fire would not harm him.

He also knew that Lin Yun had cultivated the "Burning Heaven Treasure Record", which was also a top-level magic skill, and he had a deep understanding of the "Burning Heaven Treasure Record", and he knew that Lin Yun's Burning Heaven Treasure Record was the first level at most. He had practiced the black and white Xuanyue hand for ten years before he reached the second level, and he didn't believe that Lin Yun could reach the second level in just over a month.

As long as he can't reach the second level, the Burning Heaven Xuangong can't hurt himself at all.

That's why he's extremely confident.

However, he didn't expect that Lin Yun didn't rely on the power of the Holy Fire, and just when Lin Yun broke through the realm and entered the True Knowledge, his Burning Heaven Xuangong also broke through the second level of the threshold, and he was now standing firmly in the second gate.

The fire mantis he summoned now was instantly several times more powerful than when he was fighting with the Green Dragon Horn.

When this punch rushed over, Fan Jingsong did not retreat but advanced, which was exactly what Lin Yun needed.

Because Lin Yun found that his realm and the Burning Heaven Xuangong had just broken through, and the power of summoning the fire mantis was indeed much greater than the original, but the divine power was still insufficient.

The Fire Mantis does not last long, and if he misses a single blow and wants to summon it a second time, he will have to wait for a cup of tea before he can summon it again.

Therefore, he must hit with one blow and must not give the enemy a second chance.

Therefore, he took advantage of Fan Jingsong's conceit, if Fan Jingsong dodged his punch, he summoned the fire mantis to chase and kill Fan Jingsong, Fan Jingsong had a chance to escape, as long as he dodged the moment when the fire mantis was the most powerful, Fan Jingsong would have a chance to fight back.

Lin Yun was gambling, although he still had a back hand, but he didn't want to use a back hand, he wanted everything to end here, he won the bet.

Fan Jingshan did not retreat but advanced, and also rushed over, and when he was less than three feet away, the fire cockroach on Lin Yun's arm rushed out along his fist intent.

It's too close.

Fan Jingsong was actually on guard, his black hand had already formed a shield of divine power in front of him, but he didn't block it, the shield of divine power quickly melted, and the flames from the fire mantis quickly engulfed him.

He was not like other gladiators, he did not let out screams and wails, he endured the intense pain of the fire, he felt that his handsome face was melting like a candle, he looked at Lin Yun, his hands made a flame handprint on his chest, and prayed over and over again: "Black Lotus Holy Fire, bless the blue blood, the holy fire will last forever, and the blue blood will last forever." ”

His body gradually disappeared at the sound of his prayers.

In the place where he had just prayed, he left behind two black and white hands that could not be melted, one as white as jade and the other as black as ink.

For some reason, Lin Yun picked up these hands, he was full of compassion and pity for Fan Jingsong, and he decided to keep these hands.

The blacksmiths watching the gladiatorial fight naturally cheered, screamed, and shouted......

However, all this seemed to have nothing to do with him, and all he had in front of him was the hands of this man named Fan Jingsong, "What's the trouble?" he said to himself. Hatred can actually blind the eyes of such a smart person? Lin Yun seemed to be a little incomprehensible.

However, he immediately understood what hatred was, because, at that time, his hatred and anger far exceeded that of this young man of the same age in front of him. He will also understand why hatred that can be resolved in the eyes of others can never be unsolved when it comes to himself.

Everything is like a fish in water, cold and warm self-knowledge, one's own personal hatred and one's own hatred of others in one's eyes are always two different things, forever ......

Lin Yun took Fan Jingsong's black and white hands, and returned to the edge of the Yan River in the magic circle.

He walked silently to Cave No. 33 East. Ruoshui and Luan Jiajia followed behind and did not disturb him.

For some reason, he felt that if he and Fan Jingsong were not enemies, and they didn't meet in the Senluo Arena, but in any place in this world, he and Fan Jingsong would become friends, even the kind of friends who were very close friends, and this kind of friend had a proper noun called __confidant.

The soldier dies for the confidant, and the woman is the one who pleases herself. How good it is, it's a pity that you and I are not for each other, "Fan Jingsong, go all the way, I hope that in the next life, you and I can eliminate all hatred, friendship is as light as water, as long as we can drink a glass of wine together." ”

There is Cui Guo, Lin Yun's home. A small three-entry house. In a check-out room.

Not long after nightfall, his father Ebo and his master, the boxing general Sun Zhen, sat listlessly opposite each other.

"Lao Yi, you said that this stinky boy, when he was in the west, he sent a letter back every month, but now he went to Kongming Mountain to learn the Tao, but he didn't come back. Although this Kongming Mountain is in the deep mountains, the post stations and car dealers in the town below the mountain can also send letters, and it has been four months, and the stinky boy has not come to a letter except for a letter when he first went up the mountain. I'm really anxious, will something happen?" Sun Zhen said with some anxiety.

"This kid seems to have no heart and no lungs, but in fact he attaches the most importance to love and righteousness, and if he doesn't write it, he naturally has a reason why he doesn't write it, doesn't he often retreat in the mountains?

Sun Zhen glanced at him angrily, and scolded Yibo unceremoniously, "Shut up a fart, retreat is the business of those immortals who have reached the realm of heavenly masters, how can he be a beginner disciple?

"I think he's better for you than for me?" said Eber in a leisurely reply.

"What's wrong, I'm his master, he is rightful to me, you are not convinced!" Sun Zhen said triumphantly.

"Old Sun, can I not care about my son? But no matter how anxious I am, I won't yell like you. Eber smiled slightly, not angry, but patiently explained.

Sun Zhen stared at Eber, as if he suddenly had an idea, "We have a Cuiguo country that is not far from Kongming Mountain, why don't I go and take a look?"

"Xiaobai said in the previous letter that people don't let their families go up the mountain casually, and they don't let them go into the mountain when they go. I heard that there are thousands of disciples in Kongming Mountain, if the disciples' families come today and tomorrow he comes, wouldn't this disturb the people's place of pure cultivation? I think it makes sense not to let them go casually. Eber said.

"Lao Yi, when can you fix this problem that is always thinking about others? I don't care, I don't worry. Starting from Youcui Country, you can get to Kongming Mountain in three days, and I can rest assured that I can bring back the news in seven or eight days at most. Don't worry about this, he's my apprentice, I don't want to be old and don't even have a person to break the pot. I set off overnight. "I'll be ready to leave.

"Old Sun, you don't have to be in such a hurry to leave! It's not too late to prepare to leave tomorrow!" In fact, he didn't really stop it, he also wanted to know the exact news of his son, Sun Zhen went to take a look, it was better than always worrying about his heart like this.

"Mother-in-law, mother-in-law, isn't it early to arrive early?" Sun Zhen said impatiently.

"Since you're going, I want to get something for him. Eber said.

"It's pretty much the same thing you said that, you want to bring this kid something he likes to eat, then you are ready! I'll pick it up early tomorrow morning, and go!"

The next day.

The boxing idiot general Sun Zhen led a box of peach crisp, a package of preserved meat, a bag of osmanthus candy, and a jar of mulberry wine made by himself, Lin Yun liked to drink secretly since he was a child, and when he was drunk, he was afraid that his father would beat him, so he often hid in Sanggu's house to sleep, and went home when he woke up.

In fact, his father knew that his father also secretly went to Aunt Sang's house to see him, and left quietly when he saw that he was fine.

The boxing general Sun Zhen set off with these intentions.

Since Fan Jingsong died, Lin Yun has always been inexplicably flustered, always feeling that something is going to happen, but he can't say what is going on?

There are still two gladiatorial battles and he became a "madman", he has been in the underground palace for so long, at this time, he suddenly has an inexplicable confusion, why should he become a madman?

He remembered that his original intention in coming to the dungeon was to find out who he was? Now he suddenly didn't want to, in order to find out who he was, was it worth it to kill so many people? Although Luan Jiajia told him that these people would not come to kill him in the Senluo Arena, they would also seek revenge on him in other places.

There is an inextricable hatred between them and him, either you die or I live.

He suddenly missed his father and his master very much, as well as the Sang Gu who picked him up better to him than his own son, he often dreamed of them in his dreams these two nights, he dreamed that the master and his father were complaining about why he didn't write a letter home for so long, and he dreamed that Sang Gu always stopped the loom in his hand and was in a daze.

At the moment, he misses them too.

So, he wrote a letter, he wanted Luan Jiajia to help him send it, and he thought it was inappropriate, he put the letter in the mustard valley, thinking that as soon as he left the underground palace, he would ask Xiaomei to help him send it away, he didn't trust the people here, he felt that all these people contacted him for a purpose, although he didn't know their purpose.

The only people he trusts are Zi Xu, Ruoshui, Huo Niu, and Jasmine.

The blade material used for his forging knife __ Xianying has almost been prepared, Luan Jiajia told him that he now has to prepare the raw materials for the blade, and the extraterritorial dark iron is just the soul of the sword, and he still needs to temper the iron essence.

The so-called 100 catties of raw iron should be beaten repeatedly, constantly removing impurities and compression density, and finally obtaining a catty of iron essence.

He needed to temper a hundred catties of such iron essence.

Of course, ordinary swords don't have to go through such a lot of effort, but Lin Yun's knife is not an ordinary sword, it is a treasure sword, and it is a powerful treasure knife.

Now, Lin Yun gradually likes to strike iron, and he has experienced a kind of tranquility in the simple and boring swinging of the hammer, a kind of ethereal without desire, and in the monotonous jingle sound, he has found a rhythm. Now, with every hammer he makes, his heartbeat, breathing, muscle contractions, and everything else follows a unique and comfortable rhythm.

He thought that when his father and master were old in the future, it would be good for him to open a blacksmith shop in Youcui Country. After thinking about it, he found that there really wasn't any decent blacksmith shop in the entire Youcui country, and his current craft would definitely be prosperous.

His hammer power will not be wasted at all, one hammer and eighteen tremors, in fact, an extremely clever divine power cultivation method, but also a clever method of borrowing power, all the blacksmiths here are using this method to practice, but there are very few people who have really reached the realm of a first-grade hammer master with one hammer and nine tremblings.

Quenching nine flashes is a technique of cultivation, a very fast technique, in a very short period of time, so that the cast treasure in a special liquid uniform rapid cooling, feel the treasure in the rapid cooling of the subtle changes, only a good quenching master can make the treasure tenacious, do not know how to quench the blacksmith, even if to create a knife that sharpens iron like clay, it is useless. Because this treasure knife is fragile, it is broken by a heavy object, and it is completely vulnerable.