The conversation between father and son broke up unhappily.

Bai Tianqi's attitude is very tough.

But he was helpless against Lin Xi.

Although he is eccentric, he has not lost his heart after all, and he has destroyed another son for the sake of one son's future.

He's just... It's just mediocre. Mediocre people always do their best, make mediocre decisions, and think they are right.

Bai Fan's reputation spread quickly.

Every day, Lin Xi can absorb all kinds of 'jealousy' from all directions.

Fame and fortune are poisonous, but almost everyone wants to indulge in it.

The Bai family is a double master, and it has attracted the attention of the world.

As for the battle between Bai Xuan and Bai Fan three months later, there are different opinions about who will win and who will lose.

Some people swear that Bai Xuan will win, after all, Bai Xuan's excellence has been a long time.

But some people think that it will be Bai Fan who wins, because it has not been too long since Bai Fan changed his sword training to become famous in the world.

Three months is enough time for Bai Fan to go further... Or even a few steps.

Even inside the Nanling Sword Pavilion, the voices of all kinds of speculation and speculation have never stopped.

In the Flying Purple Building, Lin Xi crossed the knife on his lap, and his mind kept flashing back to Yanyang's life.

At the same time, he once again refined and felt that Yan Yang's understanding, use, perseverance and sincerity of the knife.

Completely become Yanyang, as long as Bai Xuan does not use the Yueling Sword, he can indeed fight with it, but he can't win it without fighting.

Only by surpassing Yanyang can we get a higher winning rate.

Lin Xi didn't retreat for too long, and went down the mountain again half a month later.

He wants to enjoy the fruits of his fame.

It's a process of building momentum.

When many people have expectations for his sword, and many people hope that he will win, his sword strength has been tempered.

"Dare to ask, but the second son of Bai is in front of him?" An old man with a knife blocked Lin Xi's way.

Lin Xi looked at the old man and didn't perceive any hostility from the other party.

"Thirty miles to the east, Emperor Wu Temple, dare for a while?" the old man asked at Lin Xi.

Lin Xi held the long knife in his hand and laughed loudly: "Why don't you dare?"

There are many strange rocks in the mountains, and there is a dilapidated ancient temple on the top of this strange mountain.

On the altar in the temple, the clay tire is a general with a big knife in his hand and sitting on the back of a tiger.

The general's real name is 'Guan Sifei', and he is the founding father of the Dashu Dynasty in Langzhou thousands of years ago.

After many years of circulating his stories and legends, he gradually somehow became a god and became a 'martial emperor'.

And in this Martial Emperor Temple, there are more than a dozen sword cultivators with different expressions and different dresses.

Although they are different, some look like rich old men, some look like ordinary people, some dress up as generals, and some look fierce and evil but not like good. But they were all the same, holding a knife and clenching it in their hands.

When he saw Lin Xi walk in, all eyes were focused on Lin Xi.

An old man who looked lean and had no knife in his hand looked Lin Xi up and down for a moment, and then nodded.

Then a fierce-looking man in a short suit jumped out, holding a ghost-headed nine-ring broadsword.

"Black Mountain Yao Heihu, please advise!" After saying that, he slashed towards Lin Xi.

Lin Xi didn't dodge, but swung his knife to meet him.

Between the collision with the nine-ring knife, I only listened to all kinds of noise splashing, piercing friction, and shaking my heart.

"The nine-ring knife has the effect of sound attack, the ghost head can accumulate evil energy, and the sound and evil are combined, supplemented by the knife method of the five tigers breaking the soul of the big open and closed, the more you fight, the more courageous, on the battlefield, vertical and horizontal. The old man explained on the side.

After only three or five moves, the big man holding the ghost head nine-ring knife stood aside and stood aside.

Immediately afterwards, an old woman with small feet walked out, holding a knife in her hand.

Arching her hand at Lin Xi, the little woman said in a soft voice: "Qiao's family, the third-room grandmother Qiao's Xiong Xin, has not used a knife for many years. ”

Having said that, when she made a move, a series of feminine and vicious knife winds surged towards Lin Xi endlessly, if it weren't for the support of Yan Yang's rich combat experience, Lin Xi would have to be embarrassed.

"The yin and yang knives of the son and mother, one long and one short, one attack and one defense, like yin and yang embracing, mutual assistance, yin and yang, attack and defense turn!" In the old man's voice, the old woman's knife momentum suddenly changed.

Originally, she attacked with a sub-knife and defended with a female knife, so the knife technique was strange and dangerous everywhere.

At this time, it is the mother knife attacking, the child knife defending, and the knife is ruthless, like a mother protecting her son, showing a decisive and fierce trend everywhere.

As soon as the knife was exhausted, the old woman also put away the knife, stood aside, looked at Lin Xi, and did not speak again, did not make a sound again. The entire Wudi Temple is filled with a solemn and solemn atmosphere.

"Who's next?" asked the old man.

A fat-headed monk walked out with a bald head.

In his hand was a sword.

"Gyokuji Temple... Good fruit!" the monk held the Buddha in one hand, but the other hand held the ring knife.

The old man still explained on the side: "The fundamental miscellaneous cloud: 'The Buddha is in the city of Murrava, and if he wants to cut three clothes, he will use them by hand, and the clothes and property will be damaged', this knife is used to cut clothes, and it is not allowed to kill. It's just that he has a sharp weapon in his hand, and he has a fierce heart. Therefore, wielding a knife is like tailoring, and killing is like cutting cloth. The knife comes out of nine styles, and the eight styles are used to defend instead of attacking, and there is only one knife... It is to break the vows, kill the living and enter the demons, and the life of the bad man. ”

Lin Xi fought with the monk Shanguo, only to feel that the other party's knife technique had an extremely strong sticky strength, and his domineering and majestic knife qi was all stained, as if wrapped in a mess of cloth.

Until all of a sudden, all the restraints exploded, and there was only one knife... Amazing, like a madman.

The monk retracted the knife and adjusted his breathing.

The originally crazy look on his face gradually retracted, and then moved away.

Next, Lin Xi saw the Miao knife, the horse chopping knife, the goose wing knife, the big knife, the chain knife, the lancet, the fish head knife, the single knife, the machete... and a series of knives, as well as the usage of various knives, the hidden moves, and techniques.

This not only increased his knowledge, but also made him understand various ways to use knives.

Although it is a skill, but the skill and strength and the reason and the Tao are actually interconnected.

Lin Xi looked at these people he didn't know, but he could feel their strong expectations from their hot eyes.

Sword cultivation, compared to sword cultivation, is indeed like a plate of loose sand.

At a time when the sword cultivators had been arched high to the altar, the sword cultivators knew that they had been beaten into the ranks of miscellaneous cultivators and were not taken seriously.

The battle between Bai Xuan and Bai Fan seems to be just a brotherly battle.

But for many people, it is clearly a battle of swords.

Strange Stories in the Day··· Nanling Sword Pavilion can't lose.

But for a lot of knife repairers... Bai Fan must win.

Winning may not change anything, but at least... Someone has tried to change something.

That's enough.

How cowardly and miserable is it to do nothing and wait for current events to change on their own?

"You've seen all kinds of knives and corresponding knife techniques, and now you can get ready to take the old man's knife?" Finally, the old man walked out, looked at Lin Xi and asked.