Looking at the special wall that was enough to withstand the huge force of three thousand catties, now, under this knife, a knife mark several centimeters deep was cut out.

This is what Lin Yuan imitated as he recalled the last blow that Bai Quan used his life to slash out in his mind.

There is a tangible unintentional, empty has a knife shape, but there is no knife intent.

In his knife, there is a lack of the domineering spirit of Bai Quan, and the arrogance of being a strong man and not flinching in the face of a desperate situation.

He lacked these things, but White Power taught him how to get them.

Lin Yuan looked at the black ruler in his hand, he moved, there was no gorgeous skill, there was no trace of spiritual power, there was only the most primitive split, slash, slash.

As if he was tired, he was alone in the cultivation room, repeating these boring movements infinitely.

For two days, Lin Yuan kept repeating like this, and when he was tired, he meditated and cultivated on the spot, and after resting, he continued to repeat these movements.

Such desperate cultivation made Father Lin and Mother Lin quite worried, but they only sighed slightly.

Although they didn't know what was happening, they knew that all they could do now was to give him time instead of bothering him.

Finally, after three days in the cultivation room......

On this day, Lin Yuan exhaled heavily, then slowly opened his eyes and woke up from his cultivation.

Three days of crazy cultivation made him lose weight for a whole circle, and the momentum of the whole person was no longer as flamboyant as before, and there was a trace of calmness and restraint.

If Lin Yuan was an arrogant spear in the past, then now he is like a sword with a cold glow inside, but a scabbard wrapped in it.

There is a cold glow inside but not exposed, this is Lin Yuan's current state.

He stood up slowly, with a hint of exhaustion in his eyes, and the digestion of these three days allowed him to completely integrate the shock and understanding brought to him by that battle.

And Bai Quan's last sword, the type of thunder and lightning, the nine forms, he also mastered its shape.

This trick is completely based on his own perception and obtained from the outside world, and will slowly become stronger and stronger with his growth.

Just like the Nine Forms he has mastered now, it is an empty shell, and this empty shell is its shape, as Lin Yuan grows, he will continue to instill his own things into it.

The higher your strength, the more powerful this move can be.

As long as he Lin Yuan has no upper limit, there is no upper limit to this move nine styles.

This is the spirit of Lin Yuan's inheritance.

Moreover, in the past three days, after Lin Yuan's crazy cultivation, his strength has also broken through to the sixth level.

The growth rate is phenomenal.

Today is Bai Quan's funeral, and Lin Yuan must go.

It had been three days, and Lin Yuan had walked out of the door of the cultivation room for the first time, and his parents were also very excited when they saw their son.

Busy to cook for him.

Lin Yuan, who was teasing Lin Yun'er completely, suddenly saw his mother who was busy with his father in the kitchen, and his expression was stunned in vain.

Then he walked over and looked at his mother who was stir-frying, Lin Yuan's tone was slightly excited: "Mom, your legs are ......."

Mother Lin, who was stir-frying, heard her son's words, and the movements in her hands were also a meal, but the next moment she smiled and said, "I don't know what's going on, so I will suddenly leave, which is a good thing." ”

"yes, a good thing."

Looking at his mother, whose eyes were slightly red, Lin Yuan's heart was also happy, his legs recovered, and his mother must have been very excited.

"Recovery potion, I didn't expect this thing to work!"

Seeing Lin Yuan standing here stupidly, Mother Lin pushed him out and asked him to go out and wait, and the meal would be ready immediately.

After playing with Lin Yun'er in the living room for a while, Lin Yuan ate, took a shower, changed his clothes, and rushed to the place where the funeral was held.

The funeral was held in a meeting place in the center of H City.

Lin Yuan was dressed in black, looking at the crowd in the venue, slightly surprised.

It stands to reason that today is the first day, and according to the rules, only people with extremely high status, or family members, high-level government officials, powerful and other special people can come in on the first day of mourning.

After the first day, some ordinary cultivators and ordinary people could come here to mourn.

But looking at the situation, there are also thousands of people gathered here today.

Lin Yuan looked around, and only glanced slightly, and saw many high-level government officials, groups or chaebol upper-level figures who often appeared in the news.

Even under his feelings, there are many martial artists with powerful breaths.

The death of the rabbit and the fox are sad, and the death of the god of war Bai Quan has made many people who admired him before, or strong people of the same level, come here to mourn him.

However, Lin Yuan didn't care, he held a white chrysanthemum in his hand and walked to the center of the venue, in front of the tall tombstone statue that belonged to Bai Quan.

Bending down slightly, he placed the chrysanthemum in front of the tombstone and sighed heavily.

At this time, a pair of big hands put on Lin Yuan's shoulders.

He looked back, a slight surprise in his eyes.

It turned out to be the captain Xiao Yunshan.

He looked at Lin Yuan, sighed softly, walked to the tombstone, and put down a white chrysanthemum as well.

"There are a lot of big names at the memorial service of the God of War today."

Xiao Yunshan and Lin Yuan stood side by side, looking at the scene in the field, it was rare for such a scene of big people gathering together.

He looked at Lin Yuan, Xiao Yunshan could clearly feel that now Lin Yuan had a kind of calmness that surprised him.

That kind of calm and restrained feeling made Lin Yuan now like a sharp sword hidden in a scabbard, hiding a sharp edge, which was completely like a different person from him before.

Xiao Yunshan glanced up at Bai Quan's portrait, and thought of the scene where he saw Lin Yuan's double-bladed war gods returning from the wilderness area on the news a few days ago.

Although he didn't know what was going on, it must have hit Lin Yuan hard.

"Well, look, the TV station is here, too."

Lin Yuan's eyes looked at the group of people coming in the crowd.

The death of the god of war is a major event, and his memorial service will definitely be broadcast live around the world.

After all, there are only a few gods of war in the whole world.

The name of the god of war is not available to everyone.

The people from the TV station have arrived, and the memorial service for the god of war is almost time to begin.

But at this time, there was a restlessness in the crowd, and many chaebol bulls and high-ranking government officials present all went out to greet them.

Lin Yuan and Xiao Yunshan glanced at each other, they knew that this was a big deal.

Sure enough, after a while, under the support of everyone, a tall figure wearing a black windbreaker.

The man had a scar on his face, and he looked unusually hideous.

At this time, the man, with sadness on his face, walked step by step to Bai Quan's tombstone in the field.

"Lord Vulcan." A high-ranking government member who came to greet him spoke.

The man with the scar looked at Bai Quan's portrait, sighed softly, didn't say anything, nodded to everyone on the side, and then walked to another hall.

There is a place to mourn Bai Quan.