"Senior, the master asked me to come to practice, and asked my senior to give me one or two instructions. ”

Lin Qingxuan arched his hand again.

"You can practice as much as you want. ”

An old voice sounded, mixed with exhaustion, as if unwilling to say a word more.

The old man finally spoke.

Ghost place, this is definitely a ghost place, Lin Qingxuan is also extremely depressed now.

How can there be a spirit gathering array that is even stronger than the Spirit Gathering Pagoda in the legend? How can there be an elder who personally teaches martial arts and passes on his experience? Some are just an old man in the twilight, with chains all over his body, standing next to a blood-red boulder and repeating the action of sharpening his sword.

And this only old man actually said, "You can practice as much as you want." made Lin Qingxuan's belly slandered.

Slowly calming himself down, Lin Qingxuan comforted himself: "There will be deep meaning in this arrangement, don't worry about it first." ”

Walking up to the old man, Lin Qingxuan's pupils shrank sharply again, and the rotten sword that looked like it would break at any time actually grinded the middle of the stone that was a person high to only waist height!

Every friction of the Rotten Sword would splash a few clusters of sparks on the boulder, showing the strength of this friction!

How long should this have been grinding? Lin Qingxuan secretly guessed.

After watching it for a long time, Lin Qingxuan walked around the rest of the main hall, hoping to observe something strange, and he wouldn't ask himself to come here for no reason if he wanted to come to the sect.

"Huh?"

Lin Qingxuan finally found a lot of handwriting on the pillars of this hall.

Overjoyed, Lin Qingxuan hurriedly leaned over to see, if it was some kind of advanced exercises, it was really worth the trip.

It's just that Lin Qingxuan is destined to be disappointed, and there is no advanced technique on this pillar at all.

"Go down the mountain today, try the sword for the first time, don't read it, I will return as soon as possible. ”

Lin Qingxuan was unwilling and changed another pillar.

"Two months later, the Holy Sect's Sun and Moon List will be compared, I will fight for the first place, the Ten Palaces of the Holy Sect, and my Sword Grinding Palace is the first palace!"

Lin Qingxuan secretly said in his heart: "The first palace of the Holy Sect is all in tatters like this. ”

Lin Qingxuan directly read all the words on the pillar in one go, and found that the handwriting was the same, it should have been left by the same person, but there was no information related to the exercises, all of them were some experiences and the like, or some self-motivational words.

"It's a strange place. Lin Qingxuan's eyes continued to look around, and he found that there was a huge pillar in the center of the palace, almost several times as thick as the other pillars.

Lin Qingxuan, who was lucky, walked over again and found that there was indeed another line of words on the pillar.

The handwriting of this line of words is similar to the previous handwriting, and it should also be written by a person, but this line of words is more messy, and it seems that the person who wrote it was written in a state of restlessness, a total of ten big characters:

"Lend me a three-foot sword, and I will mess with the sky!"

Lin Qingxuan's heart was suddenly shocked! I felt that the person who wrote seemed to be himself!

"This person must also have the world in mind and aim for the sky!"

"Well, there are two more words!Zhou Qu, is this person's name?" Lin Qingxuan found two more words next to these ten words, like names.

Lin Qingxuan secretly thought, this person named Zhou Qu and his ultimate goal are probably the same.

Lin Qingxuan didn't notice that after the word "Zhou Qu" was read out by himself, as if he had magical power, the right hand of the old man who sharpened the sword did not stop sharpening the sword was slightly stagnant in the air.

After thinking for a moment, Lin Qingxuan raised his right hand, ran six ways to crush the true qi, and wrote ten words on the pillar with his index finger:

"Men's ambitions are in all directions, I will take charge of Xuanhuang!"

As the dust on the pillar fell, these ten words were also deeply engraved on the stone pillar.

Satisfied, he withdrew his hand, and Lin Qingxuan turned around and walked away.

"Why are there still two lines of words?" The sharp-eyed Lin Qingxuan instantly found that there were also two lines of words on the other side of the pillar, and the pitch-black pupils contracted sharply:

"Once he has the sword in his hand, he will definitely bleed in the sky!"

There are a total of 17 characters, just like an iron painting silver hook, the words are strong and powerful!

Good word!

Lin Qingxuan stepped forward and imitated the trend of these seventeen words with his hands.

These seventeen words instantly brightened, and a sharp breath came to the face!

Lin Qingxuan instantly felt that these seventeen words turned into thousands of sharp sword blades and rushed towards him.

This is sword intent!

This is sword energy!

The next moment, Lin Qingxuan's left shoulder was directly slashed by the sword qi in the void, Lin Qingxuan only felt a pain in his left shoulder, and a stream of blood sprayed out directly from his shoulder.

Lin Qingxuan was shocked, his feet stepped on the pass, and his figure quickly retreated.

Retreating to a place where he couldn't feel the sword at all, Lin Qingxuan still had palpitations.

With only seventeen words, it can have such power, if this person is holding a three-foot sword, who in the world can stop it?

Taking medicine to stop the blood on his shoulder, Lin Qingxuan secretly wrote down the name of the person "Yi Jianfeng".

"It's so powerful! Why do you think that the fist intent of the six smashing fists that I have mastered now is still far inferior to this sword intent?"

Lin Qingxuan muttered:

"Once he has the sword in his hand, he will definitely bleed in the sky!"

How much resentment and resentment, unwillingness and disappointment are contained in these fourteen words!

The white-haired old man lowered his head while sharpening his sword, his mouth constantly changing, but he didn't make a sound. If anyone can recognize this mouth shape, they will know that the old man's mouth is full of these fourteen words:

"Once he has the sword in his hand, he will definitely bleed in the sky!"

The corners of the old man's eyes moistened.

"It's such a weird place. ”

Lin Qingxuan simply stopped looking at it and sat down to cultivate.

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"The Grinding Sword Palace, the first palace among the ten palaces of the Holy Sect a thousand years ago, and now it is the forbidden place of the Three Holy Sects, and no one is allowed to enter without the order of the master. ”

In a fragrant room, Li Wanyue was dressed in a fox fur, and the information in her hand was brushed with her ears and temples, revealing cheeks that were enough to make countless men fall for them.

At this moment, Li Wanyue frowned slightly, and continued to look at the information collected in her hand: "A thousand years ago, the Grinding Sword Palace no longer accepted apprentices, and the Grinding Sword Palace has declined since then. The palace master of the Grinding Sword Palace leaned on the sword blade and disappeared, and no one saw him again, and he was suspected of being dead. ”

"What kind of information is this? What happened a thousand years ago? I don't even have any information?"

Li Wanyue pondered: "A thousand years ago, the Three Holy Sects must have had a major incident, but this history was deliberately erased. It seems that I still have to ask the ancestors about this. ”

Walking to the window, Li Wanyue sighed: "Senior Brother Lin is so talented, he will definitely be able to stir up the storm in this Western Regions in the future. Befriending Senior Brother Lin is beneficial and harmless to me and my family. It seems that I still have to find a way to have more contact with this Senior Brother Lin. ”

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