The sound of hooves in the furnace city shook the sky, and a team of black-clothed men raised their horses and whips, and rampaged through the streets. The leader was not tall, but he carried an eight-foot long sword on his back, held the reins in both hands, curled up on the horse's pedal, and kept shouting in his heart: "Eight years!

The road into the city became wider, and the vendors stood beside the road, and their faces were already accustomed to it. Without any blockade, the black-clothed horse team was even more rampant, accelerating continuously, and in the blink of an eye, the sound of hooves shook the sky, and the five-story Tianxing Tower seemed to tremble in the sound of horses' hooves.

Lin Yan pushed open the window and looked at the surging cavalry, pulling the reins of the horses one by one, with a fierce light in his eyes, these guys wanted to stand up and demolish the Tianxing Tower!

"Eight-tael! As soon as Lin Yan's voice fell, Baliang said, "Okay! Look at me." Saying that, he jumped down from the fifth floor and stood in front of the door of Tianxing Tower, holding a hundred-pound heavy sword in both hands, his legs were tied to the horse, his body leaned forward, his eyes were blazing, and the blood vessels on his arms were bursting up. The hooves of the oncoming horse team were uniform, and the bursts of murderous aura mixed with dust seemed to have condensed.

After taking a deep breath, he drank violently, his left leg moved forward, the muscles, tendons and skin around his body turned into one, his bones were hideous, and a ripple appeared on the ground. The energy of the whole body burst out along the pile: "Slash!" A body of power poured out with the heavy sword, and the crescent-like dazzling sword qi broke through the void and shot away.

"The pinnacle of swordsmen!" Ming Jian's eyes flashed, and he let out a roar from his mouth, and pulled out an eight-foot long sword from his back with one arm, and his legs clamped the horse's belly. The horses were on the fast track to three points in an instant. The originally loose horse team instantly turned into a triangular cone, the sword turned into a cone, and the eight-foot long sword shone with silver. The surrounding brilliance was gathered on the tip of the sword: "Break!" Ming Jian's voice was cold, and the long sword moved forward a little with the help of horsepower, and the tip of the sword pierced the crescent-like sword qi, and there was a loud explosion in mid-air. The tyrannical air currents swept the dust and sand on the ground and in the sky, and in an instant, it was a clear thing.

"Lin Yu, come out to see me!" Ming Jian grabbed the reins of the horse, held the long sword, and looked around in ignorance. Zhou's body exuded a chilling momentum, surrounded by the thirteen eagles of Ming Jian's arm, one by one raising their sabers and revealing a fierce light. Gather in front of Baliang.

"I'm here, how about Ming Jian come up and have a drink?" Lin Yan stood at the window, squinting his eyes in the midday sun, carefully looking at Ming Jian, who had not been seen for many years. The immature baby now looks sharp and abnormal when she experiences wind and frost. Time has sharpened the blunt sword.

Everyone has different lifestyle habits. will develop different aura, the Ming Sword is on the Tianxing Tower, and the entire Tianxing Tower suddenly becomes silent, not that the Ming Sword can give people high coercion. It's because Ming Jian has a group of fierce and vicious subordinates. The Thirteen Eagles crisscrossed the corridor, each of them had dozens of lives, and the murderous aura of the Thirteen Eagles naturally lowered the temperature of the Tianxing Tower by three points.

"Lin Fu!" Ming Jian looked at Lin Fu on the other side and sighed for a while, it has been eight years! Two thousand nine hundred and twenty days and nights, Lin Fu has been appearing in front of Ming Jian's eyes like a nightmare. What kind of hardship was it for a twelve-year-old child eight years ago! After repeated robberies, and even the biological father lost all his skills for himself, isn't it just to be able to stand in front of Lin Fu again one day and get back the dignity he lost back then?

But the sword qi of Lin Fu in front of him is completely gone, and the delicate son of the sky back then is now just the realm of sword life. He can easily defeat Lin Yu now, but Ming Jian's pride does not allow him to do so, he has always fantasized in the corridor domain that one day the strongest Ming Sword can defeat the strongest Lin Yan, personally reclaim the dignity he lost back then, and let Lin Yan suffer more humiliation ten times and a hundred times.

"Yes!" Lin Yan's eyes were very calm, like a pool of well water, pure and thorough: "The young genius who defeated you back then has now lost all his skills, and the suffering you have suffered in the past eight years can now be repaid by me." After speaking, he stretched his head forward, and he looked like a slaughtering posture.

The Ming Jian on the opposite side breathed rapidly, and the blood vessels of the big hand that touched the long sword burst out one by one. The madness of the eyes is brewing hysterical killing intent.

"Huh?" Ba Liang, who was standing behind Lin Yan, involuntarily took a step forward, his tall body leaned forward, and his height was three points shorter in an instant, and the blood of the whole person began to burn, as long as Ming Jian made a move, Eight Liang would cut off Ming Jian's head. The dark corners of the private room are also filled with a murderous aura that seems to be absent, it is this wisp of murderous aura that is difficult to fathom, containing the courage to kill with one blow.

Ming Jian's eyes slowly regained clarity, and the hand holding the sword slowly released the hilt, as the breath dissipated, the murderous aura in the room also became much lighter, Ming Jian asked softly: "Who made you lose all your skills?" Proud people will always find an excuse to vent their pride, since the murderous Lin Yan has lost all his skills, and he personally broke his hope of regaining his dignity, then Ming Jian doesn't mind cutting the other party into eight sections connected by flesh and blood.

"It doesn't matter who it is, what matters is what do you want to do now?" Lin Yu did not shy away from it, he had long known that there would be a battle between himself and Ming Jian, whether it was eight years ago or eight years later, grievances should not be entangled for too long, sooner or later there will be a day of reckoning.

"How?" Ming Jian's eyes were rolling with anger again: "Do you think I won't dare to do anything to you with four taels or eight taels today?" Saying that, Ming Jian pulled open the clothes on his chest, puffed his chest and pointed to a scar on his heart that was about to dissipate: "I died once eight years ago, and now I don't mind dying a second time!" Looking at the somewhat vague scar, Lin Yan's eyes were in a trance, as if he had returned to eight years ago, when Lin Yan was ten years old and Ming Jian was twelve years old.

Lin Zhen's father, Ming Zhen, was originally a martial arts wizard, and at the age of thirty-five, he broke through from the rank of innate swordsman to the great sword master in one fell swoop, and became the youngest great swordsman for a while. Only then did he marry a wife and have a son with Lin Xuan, Lin Xuan inherited the bloodline of the Ming family, he was born a martial arts wizard, and when he was just born, he woke up with a cry and woke up the ancestor of the Ming family who shocked the sword saint at the entrance of life and death outside the sky, the ancestor lived for more than 3,000 years, and he had never seen a child who was born with such abundant vitality, and his face was full of ecstasy after touching the bones, asserting that this child would be the hope of the revitalization of the Ming family, and it was even possible to become the sword god on the Xuanhuang Continent.

The ancestor named him Dao. It is even more of a thousand years of skill to wash the marrow of the forest. The young Lin Yan soon showed extraordinary talent, and at the age of three, he began to become a sword student, and at the age of four, he opened his muscles and became a sword apprentice. At the age of six, he forged skin to upgrade his swordsman, and at the age of ten, he became a swordsman. With such a terrifying cultivation speed, he can impact the Great Sword Master before the age of twenty, the Sword Master at the age of fifty, and the Sword God at the age of eighty, such a plan makes the ancestors of the Ming family wake up with laughter in their dreams.

Lin Yan's life trajectory has had twists and turns since he was ten years old, and it should have been a smooth road to becoming a god. But there was a turning point at the age of ten, and this twist and turn was Mingjian. At that time, Ming Jian was twelve years old, and he was the most talented of the children. Of course, it was overshadowed in front of Lin Fu. Ming Jian didn't want to compete with Lin Yan for any family interests, but he was just a teenager, and he was a little competitive and couldn't listen to others better than himself!

The Ming family has been inherited for thousands of years, and the family can produce many people. Although there is the courage of ten thousand people. But he can't survive the cycle of life and death. Therefore, the mountain behind the Ming family is the ancestral shrine, and next to the ancestral shrine is the sword mound. Before his death, the martyrs of the Ming family would put the sword into the sword mound, use their skills to hit the mountain rocks, and wait for their own descendants to take it. The sword mound is a hundred miles away, and the sword is a psychic thing, and it is really impossible to get it if it is not destined for people, and it cannot be pulled out.

Lin Yan went to the sword mound and easily pulled out the sword at the main gate of the sword mound. This is the sword of the ancestor of the Ming family, the sword of the former sword god. A pool of autumn water was as clear, and the dragon's roar-like vision was quickly discovered, and no one could have imagined that Lin Yan would actually pull out the Heavenly Feather Sword!

At the same time, Ming Jian dug out the giant spirit in the sword mound, that is, the eight-foot long sword used in his hand, according to the talent of Ming Jian at that time, it was impossible to pull out the giant spirit sword, and the giant spirit sword was cold and resolute and looked down on the weak Ming Sword at that time, but Ming Jian dug out the giant spirit from the mountain with both hands, and the blood fell on the giant spirit along the mountain stone, and the giant spirit recognized Ming Jian in the blood soaking. Eight taels from the sword mound out of Tai'a, came out to see Ming Jian and Lin Fu fighting, Ming Jian stabbed the chest with a sword If it deviates from one point, I am afraid that Ming Jian will become a powerful ghost eight years ago.

"I don't understand, why are you going to shoot at me in the sword mound?" Lin Yan touched the hilt of the Tianyu sword on his waist, and doubts flashed in his eyes. Also puzzled by Ming Jian, he didn't know why Lu Dao would shoot at Lin Dao back then, and he lost completely, the Elders' House reprimanded himself afterwards, buttoned up the hat of waste, and sent the whole family to the corridor without waiting for the injury to be healed, and begged for a life with the horse gang.

A child was lying on the **, with bandages on his chest and back, and there were elders standing around him, with contempt in his eyes and viciousness in his mouth. In their eyes, Ming Jian is a madman who has brought humiliation on himself! It is natural to be injured, and ten thousand Ming Swords are not worth a single hair of Lin Yan! Ming Jian will never forget the face of the Elders, and at the same time, he cannot forget their viciousness. The twelve-year-old boy left the Ming family with humiliation, and naturally attributed these humiliations to Lin Yan.

Looking at the Ming Sword in a trance, Lin Yan understood that he didn't know what Lu Dao was going to do to himself at that time: "Did you feel that your heart was full of fire at that time, and your nose was full of gunpowder?"

Ming Jian recalled fiercely, for fear of missing every bit at that time, and only nodded slowly after thinking for a while, he was indeed like this at that time, as if the blood in his whole body was burning, just to find someone to vent fiercely.

"Eight years before the sword mound of the eighteen people, only I am a swordsman, you are a swordsman, the others are all swordsmen, three days after leaving the sword mound, I hit the innate realm, when I wanted to advance to the innate swordsman, but the meridians reversed, if it wasn't for the ancestor who sacrificed himself to save, I would have died a long time ago! ”

"Are you hinting to me that there is a pair of big hands manipulating the shady curtain behind all this?" Ming Jian said with a flash of inspiration in his head: "When I entered the sword mound, I knelt down to worship the ancestors, and each person had three sandalwood sticks, and my incense had the smell of a mandala!" "Mandala?" Lin Yan's eyes flashed with a cold light: "Who in the entire Ming family can hide from the sky and the sea, entrenched for many years without showing their feet?" Lin Yu's failure to attack the innate sword master naturally attracted the attention of many parties, but unfortunately after some investigation, he only gave comments that the foundation was unstable and he was eager for quick success, and even the ancestors could not find out about the conspiracy, and the people in this layout were really scheming.

Thinking of this, Lin Yu couldn't help but scream badly, isn't it too smooth for his father to be crowned the first in the world! Could this be the other party's conspiracy, to kill once?

"It's not difficult to restore the truth of the past?" Ming Jian touched the scar on his chest: "As long as we follow the clues and check down, we will always find the person who handled it." ”

Lin Yan sighed: "You thought about the problem simply, and I secretly inquired afterwards but found nothing." In the past eight years, the servants in the inner house have been frequently transferred out, and few old people have been left. Speaking of this, Lin Yan's voice sank: "My father has been crowned the number one in the world, and it won't be a few days before they will make a move." There's no time to lose!"

Ming Jian looked at Lin Yan, who was a little late, the family infighting wasted a young genius, who was so ignorant. I'd rather destroy the sword gods that might grow in the family than let the family prosper again. You must know that there have only been two sword gods in Xuanhuang, and one of them is the ancestor of the Ming family.

"Do you want to leave the Ming family?" Ming Jian was not a mediocre person, and he guessed the result by looking at Lin Yan's expression.

"There are too many children of the Ming family, the water is too deep, and they still like their own people to do their own people!" Lin Yan said bluntly. Sometimes it's not your friends who know you best, it's your opponents.

"If you have the chance, go to the corridor! There are not so many intrigues, the desert, the snow-capped mountains, the grassland, and the blue sky!" Lin Yu nodded slowly and said softly: "Yes!"

In the middle of the night. The spring water is dingdong, the smoke is filled, and the forest is dead in the hot spring in the back mountain of the Ming family, sitting cross-legged in the hot spring. Ming Zhan lay flat in the hot spring. The body is half floating and half sinking, as if it is asleep and waking up. Baliang hugged Tai'a, his eyes were round and shining, and he kept praising in his heart: Genius is genius, after the young master's skills were lost, he did not give up on himself, and he was self-taught to make some strange things, distillers!

Lin Fu broke the teeth of the enlightened war. took out a fiery red pill and poured it into Ming Zhan's mouth, and for a while, Ming Zhan's whole body was fiery red. The temperature of the hot springs is also a few points higher. The injured meridians were filled with tyrannical vitality, the silver light flashed in Lin Yan's hands, and several slender silver needles fell on Ming Zhan's body with Lin Yan's wrists, and his hands skillfully massaged the muscles on the meridians. Lin Yan began the combination of TCM massage and acupuncture, which was also the last step in the whole treatment.

Once the meridians are injured in the Xuanhuang Continent, it means that this person has become a wasted person, and he will not be allowed to practice swords and martial arts for the rest of his life, and he will have no chance with the way of the sword at all. Lin Fu didn't like the Ming family, not only because the meridians in Lin Fu's body were reversed, and he couldn't practice martial arts for the rest of his life. It's not that there are always ill-intentioned people around you. It's because Lin Yan's own soul contains too much experience, he has been a man in two lives but has not learned to be low-key, and he is sharp before he is ten years old, and he will eventually provoke a disaster. After wandering between life and death, the original martial arts wizard became a little more lazy, and he began to be arrogant and hazy, and he indulged in singing from time to time: "Life is too short, and wine is a song!" Ming Zhen looked at his son's fall, full of helplessness, except for a sigh, it was endless regret. It's because I'm too anxious for quick success and quick profit, and I've pecked a good piece of jade!

In fact, this is Lin Fu's self-protection, and it is also a sign of weakness to the enemy, after all, everyone thinks that Lin Fu is just a good talent, and other truths are quietly hidden by Lin Fu, in addition to Lin Fu's talent, there are many secrets that outsiders don't know, such as medical skills, such as many memories from other worlds. Lin Yu didn't want to show his differences, so he kept a low profile, grinding his minions steadily, and he must build a comfortable nest of his own when he has the opportunity to protect himself.

The fundamental reason why the meridians were injured or cut off was that the internal blockage was formed, causing the true qi to not circulate, and then it could not be condensed into sword qi. For traditional Chinese medicine, you only need to activate the meridians, and you don't even need to use medicine, just massage. In severe cases, acupuncture is administered, and in more severe cases, medicinal stones are administered. After a treatment, it will naturally make your whole body alive.

Ming Zhan was wounded in the heart, causing poor qi and blood. True Qi naturally couldn't run, Lin Yan had already healed Ming Zhan eight times, first conditioning Ming Zhan's body, cleaning up the blood around the meridians, and at the same time rejuvenating the meridians, so that they could rejuvenate and regenerate. Today is the last time, Lin Yan wants to use the power of the medicine stone to open the meridians of the Ming War, and then use silver needles to dissolve stasis and activate the meridians and connect the meridians. If Lin Yan's medical skills were known, he would definitely cause a sensation on the Xuanhuang Continent, because he subverted a truth, and his power was completely lost and could not be recovered, which would bring good news to those who had lost his power.

Lin Yan didn't care about what he could bring to the future generations, the silver needle in his hand was continuously pierced on the muscle, with the help of the power of the violent medicine stone, he instantly rushed away from the broken meridians, Lin Yan held a slender silver needle in his hand, rotated and pierced into the meridians, the hollow silver needle quickly led out the dark blood, and the smell of the hot spring was permeating for a while, Lin Yan squeezed his hands hard, and the hollow silver needle immediately sprayed outward, three times in a row until the blood turned bright red. Pick up a porcelain pot from the edge of the hot spring and pour some essential oils from the pot. Apply it to Ming Zhan's body, and repeatedly pat and squeeze until the skin around Ming Zhan returns to its original color. Only then did he pull Ming Zhan out of the hot spring and help him sit cross-legged with his five hearts to the sky.

This is a long-lost familiarity, Ming Zhan's eyes moved slowly, and he felt the surging breath in his body, and the sword qi true yuan that had already dissipated was circulating in his body at this moment, and his mind was excited for a while. I almost went mad.

"Gather your mind and run slowly for three weeks, and then you will reap the benefits!" Lin Yan's cold voice sounded in Ming Zhan's ears, and between the words, Lin Yan finally made up his mind to help him break through the bottleneck of the innate sword master in one fell swoop. Step into the realm of the Great Sword Master.

After making a decision, Lin Yan made his hands like flying, and one by one the silver needles were pierced on the acupoints of Ming Zhan, and with the operation of Ming Zhan's internal breath, the hollow silver needles flowed out of the filth in Ming Zhan's body. Originally, Ming Zhan had the cultivation of an innate swordsman. After the meridians, the meridians of the surrounding body have transformed the acquired realm into the innate realm. After the meridian is injured. Poor operation of true qi means that all power is lost, and the true qi that cannot run is still filled in the meridians, which is like what was originally a big river, but now it has become a stagnant ditch. But even if these true qi does not flow, they still exist in the meridians, constantly nourishing the body, and once the meridians are unblocked, these true qi will also run. The body that has been nourished by the true temperature immediately rejuvenates itself, and the practice is a thousand miles away. This is also called broken and then standing by Lin Yu.

Ming Zhan felt that the true qi in his body was turning faster and faster, and earth-shaking changes were taking place in his body. After the originally disconnected meridians were unblocked, the true qi in the body was opened, and the silver needles pierced into the acupoints one by one with Lin Yan's silver needles. The true qi running around his body began to diverge, and Ming Zhan found that he was attacking the Great Sword Master, and the true qi was washing the marrow!

"Gather your mind and hold Yuan Shouyi!" After Lin Yan coldly commanded, the seven silver needles in his hand pierced Ming Zhan's head at the same time, Ming Zhan felt a roar in his head, and in an instant, he felt as if his skull had been cut open, and he felt that all the spiritual energy around him was pouring into his body.

Eight taels on the side widened his eyes, he could feel that there seemed to be a cyclone around Ming Zhan's body, and such a situation was also felt in front of his father-in-law, thinking of this, eight taels couldn't help but widen his eyes, and he muttered in his mouth: "Could it be that Uncle Zhan is about to break through and cultivate into a great sword master?"

Lin Yan took away the silver needle, and watched the aura of Ming Zhan gradually grow, and it seemed that he had stepped into the realm of the Great Sword Master. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, and put his hanging heart back into his stomach. In fact, there is no complete certainty in the treatment of Ming Zhan, everything is to cross the river by feeling the stones. If Lin Yan wants to protect himself, he has to win over some people in the Ming family, and it was unintentional to win over Ming Zhan, and it was even more coincidental to treat Ming Zhan. If it weren't for Ming Zhan's willingness to be this test product, Lin Yan would definitely not be able to find out how to activate the meridians with traditional Chinese medicine acupuncture, and he would still be able to completely recover the person who had lost all his skills. Maybe it's all providence in the dark.

"Young Master, is Uncle Zhan going to break through to the Great Sword Master?" Eight Liang looked at Lin Yu and nodded, and couldn't help but open his mouth wide: "Young Master Ming, you also pricked me a few times with that little needle, as long as you break through to the Sword Master, I am not afraid of pain, I can bear it!"

Lin Yan's mouth also opened wide, he couldn't imagine that Baliang, the second goods, would actually think that Ming Zhan's breakthrough was because of his silver needle, anyway, he couldn't explain it to this guy, Lin Yan shook his head: "Don't make noise, disturb Uncle Zhan's promotion, be careful that he whips you." ”

Baliang shrunk his neck, and continued to stare at his eyes the size of a cow pill, carefully protecting the Ming Zhan, but those big eyes stared at Lin Yan for a while, as if an abandoned woman's eyes were full of resentment, and the cautious Lin Yan was cold and creepy.

Three weeks after the breath movement station, Ming Zhan Zhou's body was rolling with a strange brilliance, and his originally somewhat rickety body stood tall in an instant. The yellow-brown skin shone with streamers, and when the eyes opened, flames jumped inside, and the whole person was like a sword that wiped away rust.

Ming Zhan muttered, stretched his body and crackled the upper and lower bones around his body, clenched his fists and felt the amount of power filled inside, Ming Zhan's eyes were full of disbelief, he who was originally staying in the realm of the innate sword master, actually stepped into the realm of the great sword master with one foot! That is to say, not only did he recover his skills, but he also went to the next level!

Ming Zhan couldn't help jumping up, clenching his fists and about to roar in the air, but when he saw Baliangyuan's eyes glaring at him to silence, he remembered that he was in the mountain behind the Ming family, and he must not make a noise. Joy can't be shouted out, it's uncomfortable to hold it in my heart! Ming Zhan jumped up and down like a child, holding eight taels. The eight taels that are as strong as a brute bear are like a toy in the hands of Ming Zhan, who has exhausted his skills, jumping with Ming Zhan. Eight taels let out a suppressed snort, he had tried his best to get rid of Ming Zhan's arms, but found that Ming Zhan's arms were like steel. The battle of stepping into the Great Swordsman is not something that a swordsman can resist.

Lin Yan smiled at the corner of his mouth, he could feel Ming Zhan's joy, maybe one day when his skills were fully restored, he would be even happier than Ming Zhan, but now is not the time to be happy, thinking of this, Lin Yan coughed lightly.

The ecstatic Ming Zhan woke up and put down eight taels in a panic. A little cramped walked to Lin Yan's side, his old face was flushed, and he smirked. Ming Zhan didn't know that Lu Dao was his true temperature that nourished his body, and he connected the meridians and accumulated thick hair, and Lin Zhan just played a role in guiding the situation, resulting in the prosperity of breaking and then standing. Take everything that happens to yourself. It's all due to Lin Yan. For a while, in the eyes of Ming Zhan, Lin Zhan seemed unfathomable, and saluted Lin Zhan: "The little one is excited ......!" Speaking of this, Ming Zhan felt choked in his throat, and he couldn't continue to say, after the loss of his skills, Ming Zhan was not less blinded, the people were warm and cold, and if it weren't for the fact that there was a Ming family behind him, I am afraid that Ming Zhan would have turned into a cup of loess.

Lin Yan patted Ming Zhan's shoulder: "Uncle Zhan is a hero, if it weren't for the place where you and I are today." Your nephews will be with you. As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to wipe away the heroic tears on Ming Zhan's face: "Uncle Zhan, the hard days are over!"

Ming Zhan couldn't imagine that he would have the strength to recover one day. Feeling the amount of power contained in the blood, who would have thought that seven years ago, an eleven-year-old child would stand in front of him and say that he could restore his strength, and at that time he actually believed it like a ghost! Today, seven years later, this eighteen-year-old boy actually did it! And let himself ascend to the sky in one step to reach the realm of the Great Sword Master, you must know that the Great Sword Master Ming Zhen is already the first in the world! Thinking of this, Ming Zhan's heart was about to beat out of his chest, and then he understood what Lin Zhan had given him, and slammed his head on the ground: "Thank you young master for the grace of recreation, Ming Zhan has nothing to repay in his life, only death. ”

"Uncle Zhan doesn't need to be polite!" As he spoke, he helped Ming Zhan up: "This is not a place to speak, be careful that the wall has ears." Uncle Zhan's strength has just recovered, and his meridians need to be warmed for more than a month. During this time, you should not act rashly, continue to take the pills in it, and after a month, the natural flying dragon will be in the sky. ”

Ming Zhan naturally nodded again and again, and he was also an old Jianghu for many years, so he quickly suppressed the excitement in his heart. Taking the medicine is a longitudinal leap, the body jumps in the air, and the shoulders are still shaking. This is the way of life that Ming Zhan should have, with internal force, Ming Zhan is like a bird flying high in the sky, free!

Lin Yan shook his head speechlessly, the joy of regaining it was difficult to suppress anyone, watching Ming Zhan jump like a child, Lin Yan couldn't help but shake his head, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Baliang's big black face, with a pair of cow-like eyes, suddenly appeared in front of Lin Fu's face, Lin Fu jumped back in fright, and almost shouted the word hippopotamus in his mouth.

"Young Master, why is Uncle Zhan crying? He has broken through the Great Sword Master, not to mention the invitation to the wine, he should also have a spring breeze on his face!" Eight taels blinked their cow-like eyes, and the coarse guy didn't understand what it meant to Ming Zhan at all.

Lin Yan reluctantly shook his head and packed up his things and wanted to leave, when a soft whisper suddenly came from his ears: "Young Master!" Ba Liang pinched his throat like a castrated rooster, and a shy smile actually appeared on his dark face: "You just prick me with a needle! Ba Liang has thick skin and definitely doesn't cry out in pain!"

Lin Yanzhou's body was covered with cold sweat, and he pricked such a big man with a needle! It's so evil! Lin Yan stepped back, suppressed the vomit brewing in his throat, and tried to make his expression pleasant, then he cleared his throat and said: "Uncle Zhan has been practicing for many years, and you can withstand the silver needle puncture, your skill is not enough, and you can't use needle prick now!"

"Oh!" Baliang made a voice of sudden realization, Lin Yu couldn't help but let out a long breath, and said in his heart that this kid finally understood. But he never thought that he would be surprised: "Young master, it turns out that you like to pierce old men!"

Lin Yu almost didn't get angry, and he couldn't tell this single-celled creature at all! Only by using facts can he tell this child what he should do. Speechless and helpless, Lin Yan pointed his hand to the martial arts arena, stomped his feet and rushed forward.

The same stele stood on the martial arts arena, Lin Yan reached out and took the Tai'a in the hands of Baliang, took a deep breath to drive the meridians that had been reversed, and with a break in his mouth, he stabbed away with a sword in both hands, and there were three more sword marks of the same depth and size on the stele.

Eight taels of eyes lit up. Mu Ne's expression was also enriched, rubbing the three sword marks that were also smooth with his hand, and turning his black and white eyes: "How did you do it?" The Tai'a sword weighed a hundred catties. Lin Yan is another useless person who has lost all his skills, and he can actually cut such an amazing three swords in a row!

The seemingly bland three swords and flat stabs have the same strength. Rubbing the sword marks with your fingers, in addition to feeling smooth, you can also feel the trend of the sword marks. I want to leave three sword marks with the same trend on such a hard stele. And it gives the illusion of only one sword. It's not just about speed, it's about wrist strength.

"I don't know what to do!" Lin Yan put the sword back in Baliang's hand: "This may be talent! Lin Yan said and raised the heavy sword to stab in the void, and the slow three swords seemed to contain the Heavenly Dao. When the last sword ended, it was a little hasty due to lack of strength.

This sword alone gave Baliang endless inspiration, although he was a wooden person, his talent was very high. As if he had comprehended something from these three swords, the bottleneck of the sword master began to loosen. Eight taels hugged Tai'a and sat in ** slowly.

A figure flashed in the distance. Ming Zhen, who was in retreat in the quiet room, appeared in front of the stone tablet, stretched out his hand and touched the three sword marks, his eyes couldn't help but flash, and he said to himself: "What kind of person is Dao'er, why is it that I can't see through it more and more! Obviously, his cultivation has dispersed, and he has stopped in the realm of sword life. This shot has the charm of an innate swordsman, it's really weird! Do you really want to let it go according to what the old ancestor said?" Ming Zhen shook his head, grabbed the stone tablet with one hand and made a leap: "No! I'm going to ask the old ancestor!"

In the room, the Heavenly Feather Sword under Lin Yan's pillow at the head of the bed let out a sharp roar. It was as if there was an unwilling soul inside, roaring in bursts of rage.

The back mountain of the Ming family is the long Tiandu Mountains. The forest is dense, with exotic flowers and plants growing in the rising sun, and snakes and insects growing in the back sun. Hundreds of miles away from the mountain behind the Ming family, there is a dangerous peak of more than 3,000 blades called the end of the world, the end of the broken world does not grow an inch of grass, it is all the hard stone of the white forest, there is white snow on the top of the cliff, the snow melts down the cliff and forms a waterfall. The water splashes everywhere, the waterfall roars around the hard rocks of Bai Sensen, and there is no artistic conception but it seems to be a treacherous place.

There is a stone cave behind the waterfall, and the road is full of formations, which is where the foundation of the Ming family is, and the end of the world is outside the sky. This was originally a monk's mansion, and was later discovered by the distant ancestor of the Ming family, obtained the treasure inside, and finally cultivated into a sword immortal, and founded the Ming family, since then it has become a holy place of the Ming family, and only the patriarchs of the past dynasties can enter.

Ming Zhen carried the stele and shuttled out of the waterfall, and as soon as his feet landed, he heard a human voice: "Don't carry it inside, just put it there, and you can see it clearly through the light of the ancestors." ”

"Yes!" Ming Zhen put the stele on the edge of the cave, and the figure flashed in the distance, and there was a thin old man next to the stele, with a rickety figure, long gray hair, and dark and shriveled skin, as if it was a person.

"The little guy finally couldn't hold back his loneliness, what new things did he get this time?" Old Ancestor stretched out his finger and touched the three sword marks, and his eyes couldn't help but flash a hint of brilliance: "Xiao Zhenzi, you said that these three sword marks are really stabbed?"

Ming Zhen lowered his head and replied: "But it was stabbed by Xiao'er Lin, a swordsman cultivation will never be able to stab these three swords, even if it is a swordsman." Ming Zhen said as he turned his hand into a knife and stabbed it on the stone tablet, and there were three more sword marks on the stone tablet: "At least you must have the cultivation of an innate sword master or above to stab such a mark." ”

"It shouldn't be!" Old Ancestor touched his forehead, and when he couldn't figure it out, Old Ancestor pulled the skin on his forehead, pulled out a long piece, and said to himself: "This little cub is getting more and more interesting!

"This?" Ming Zhen blinked, shook his head suspiciously, and said, "It shouldn't be possible to cultivate sword qi!" Speaking of the most reluctant, he looked at the three sword marks on the stone tablet, and his voice gradually lowered.

"It's funny, this little guy always hides himself from mysteries. A smile appeared on the corner of the ancestor's mouth and then disappeared: "The accident eight years ago is indeed suspicious, and I also think that there is a pair of black hands in the sky above the Ming family. Saying that, the ancestor sat cross-legged behind the waterfall, opened his godless eyes through the waterfall as if he saw the Ming family in the distance, and said in a dreamlike voice: "Xiao Zhenzi, my time is running out. I'm really unwilling to leave the world like this, and I don't worry about handing over the Ming family to you!"

"Ancestor!" Ming Zhen also sat down cross-legged: "Since Ancestor is reluctant and not at ease, then don't go." Stay and watch the Dao become a talent! "It turns out that Ming Zhen has always had illusions about Lin Zhen, even if Lin Zhen has reversed his meridians, Ming Zhen is still fantasizing that one day Lin Zhen will be able to cultivate into a sword god.

"Hey!" sighed with endless resentment: "The number of heavenly destiny should be like this in the end." How can man overcome the sky? ”

Ming Zhen opened his mouth, and he didn't open his mouth after what he wanted to say. The two of them looked at the waterfall like this, as if they were looking at the future and tomorrow.

In the early morning sun, eight taels ** upper body, both hands held Tai'a, over and over again to practice yesterday's three swords, the breeze passed. The sword style suddenly paused, the cow-like eyes narrowed together, and the soul of the eight taels instantly seemed to be hit by something. Holding the sword in both hands to meet the breeze, he shouted in his mouth: "Slash!" The sword roared like thunder, and a milky white sword qi broke through the air, flying over a hundred zhang and then turning into three strands and dissipating in the void.

Eight taels kept that posture quietly distracted. A cold light flashed in his squinted eyes. The body slowly retracted the heavy sword, and as the body stood up, the bones on the body of Baliang were transformed, and the original brownish yellow turned into jade white, both flexibility and hardness were comprehensively improved, and the skill ran slowly for a week, and Baliang smoothly transitioned from a swordsman to the realm of a swordsman, and the bottleneck that had plagued him for many years was broken in an epiphany.

Lin Yan tied the Heavenly Feather Sword around his waist. I don't know why I've been feeling frightened lately, and even the Heavenly Feather Sword is restless. From time to time, I chirped a few times. Is there really going to be something big?

Ba Liang looked ecstatic, and broke in with Tai A on his shoulder: "Young Master! Young Master, I broke through the realm of swordsmen and became a swordsman!" said and showed off his biceps: "Take out your silver needle and tie me into a great swordsman!"

Lin Yan felt stiff, there was more than one tendon missing in the head of this second goods, there was also an innate swordsman between the sword master and the great sword master, if he could prick a few stitches to pierce people beyond the ranks, he should not worry about his safety every day. If you don't have anything to do today, you can tie him up tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow you will tie him into a sword god!

Lin Yan directly closed his eyes and ignored Ba Liang and walked towards the back mountain martial arts hall, Ba Liang naturally would not easily let go of the opportunity to advance, spread his legs and followed behind Lin Yan, chattering endlessly.

Lin Yan couldn't stand his noise, and took out a silver needle and stabbed it on Ba Liang's dumb acupoint, and Ba Liang, who was still talking endlessly just now, immediately opened his mouth and couldn't be born, his eyes were originally as big as cow pills, and this moment was even bigger by three points. Lin Yan's whole face was cold: "If you talk nonsense, I'll tie you into a dumb and sell you!"

Baliang was completely sluggish, he never thought that Lin Yu could prick himself dumb with a needle. I'm going to sell myself, and my expression immediately became submissive, if there is a tail on my buttocks now, I must be shaking very happily.

The children of the Ming family are practicing swords in the empty Yanwu Hall, Lin Yan walked inward with eight taels, and the periphery of the big Yanwu Hall is mostly practiced by introductory disciples, and the sword students and swordsmen are here to boil their bodies, seeking to break through the way of the sword, and going inside are rows of dark rooms, and there is a roar of sword qi from time to time. Lin Yan pushed open the door of Tianzi 7789, and as soon as it was cold, the corner of his eye caught the cold light of the star. Lin Yan did not retreat, but advanced, and the cold light wiped his hair and nailed it to the lintel.

"The second brother's secret weapon has improved a lot. The elusive four taels flashed out of the darkness, and reached out to grab the small flying sword on the lintel. There was another swish, and there were three more small flying swords of the same material next to the flying sword on the lintel, and the frightened four or two hands shrank, and the four taels could feel the seriousness of the two taels when the cold blade rubbed their fingers.

Erliang is the first righteous son of Ming Zhenshu, who is good at using a Qingfeng long sword, and there are seventy-two small flying swords on his waist, and he has a good secret weapon, but unfortunately he stopped in the realm of the sword master and has not been able to improve.

When Lin Yan heard Si Liang say this, he couldn't help but be curious. Stretched out his hand to pull out the flying sword on the lintel, and weighed it in his hand, he couldn't help but have a flash of light, the small sword was about an inch long, but it weighed less than one or two. Anyone who has ever played a hidden weapon knows that the lighter the hidden weapon, the less lethal it is, but from the strength of the two taels just now, as well as the almost straight flight trajectory of the flying sword, it can be seen that the attainments of the two taels of the hidden weapon are a little deeper, and the short-range destructive power is no less than that of the musket.

There was a man in his thirties standing in the room, with brown hair and red face, his eyes were shining brightly between opening and closing, the temples next to his eyes were high and bulging, his hands were over his knees, and his fingers were slender and advantageous.

"Xiaodao, why do you have time to come to me today?" Erliang walked in front of Baliang, a pair of eyes focused on the silver needle, shot like electricity, the silver needle originally nailed to the dumb point of Baliang appeared in Erliang's hand, the silver needle turned along the fingers, and Erliang praised: "What a hidden weapon!" (to be continued......)