In the next few days, Zhou Ren kept studying the Huiyuan sword technique. Lin Zhanqing also gave his own opinions from time to time.

Gradually, the six sword moves extracted from the Huiyuan sword technique gradually took shape. Although there are still 108,000 miles away from the final finalization, the general framework has been determined. The rest needs to be constantly perfected by the disciples of the Eastern Gate.

And Lin Zhanqing himself has also benefited a lot in this process. The Huiyuan sword technique itself can be called magical. A set of swordsmanship, the moves are not used against the enemy, but focus on the cultivation of internal strength. This is also unheard of in the entire rivers and lakes.

The sword move replaces the role of the inner strength and mental method. And what kind of internal strength and mental method of the Huiyuan Sword Technique? Lin Zhanqing had no way of knowing.

The internal strength of every martial arts is top secret, and it is more precious than the life of the family. Lin Zhanqing would never have the slightest intention of listening.

Moreover, in terms of internal strength, Liuyun Mountain is a well-deserved top of the world. What is qualified to be compared with Liuyun Mountain is nothing more than the five authentic sects and the six great demon paths.

And from the Huiyuan swordsmanship moves alone, Lin Zhanqing had already seen a lot of things.

At the beginning, the founder of the Huiyuan Sword Technique, I am afraid that he had never thought about anything about the enemy's moves. Just a set of Huiyuan swords, practice to the realm of internal strength Haoran. With a single move, you can open the stele and crack the stone, and easily turn decay into magic.

After all, a true master is never more ingenious than any move. Rather, it depends on the depth of internal strength and the level of perception.

The internal strength is not good, what is the magic trick, and it is also an idiot to say that the dream is empty and fartful.

The perception of the void is a puppet using a death trick after all, and it has nothing to do with the magic and mystery.

The Huiyuan sword technique has been formed, and there is no need for Lin Zhanqing to stay in Fujiao Mountain any longer.

So in the next few days, Lin Zhanqing was drinking with people from different local sects.

Wangdongmen and Hudaomen knew that Lin Zhanqing was leaving, and they stayed several times. Lin Zhanqing didn't agree, he was just a passer-by, looking at anything between the East Gate and the Tiger Dao Gate, Lin Zhanqing was not qualified, and he didn't want to really get involved.

At noon on this day, more than a dozen local families of the Great Sect of the Attached Jiaoshan gathered together. Take a grand luncheon as a parting for tomorrow.

A gathering of this magnitude is extremely rare in the local area. It may not even have been there. Because this is not a life-or-death negotiation, and there is no such thing as a scheming contest.

It's just a very simple party to drink, and everyone is just there to be happy.

At least at this party, everyone threw down their guard, suspicion, competition, winning and losing.

Presumptuous, free pleasure.

Probably the most precious, rarest and most extravagant experience in the world.

After the luncheon, everyone said goodbye. Lin Zhanqing returned to Fujiao Mountain, and his bags were packed. Although the days in Fujiao Mountain are not long, Lin Zhanqing has already gained a lot.

Whether it is the magic of Huiyuan swordsmanship, or the local scenery, and customs. All of them gave Lin Zhanqing a different understanding, and his understanding of the sword was more free and easy than before. In the perception, there is a little more natural meaning.

The next day, early in the morning. Lin Zhanqing got up to wash and had breakfast. The day of farewell has arrived.

Zhou Ren, the head of Wangdongmen, led everyone in Wangdongmen to send Lin Zhanqing down the mountain. But Zhang An, who is the best friend of Lin Zhanqing, is not there.

Lin Zhanqing looked around, but he didn't see Zhang An's figure, and asked Zhou Ren:

"I said before, Little Brother Zhang An wanted to surprise me, now it's time for me to take a look, right?"

Zhou Ren looked embarrassed and said:

"Otherwise, wait a minute. ”

Lin Zhanqing glanced at Zhou Ren and asked with doubts:

"What's wrong?"

Zhou Ren hesitated for a moment, but still said:

"Originally, it was discussed that Zhang An was waiting here and sent a small surprise to Brother Lin. But after going down the mountain, we didn't see Zhang An. ”

"Is Little Brother Zhang An in danger?"

"Probably not. Near Jiaoshan Mountain, I look at the strength of the East Gate is only weaker than the Tiger Dao Gate. No one will be unable to get past the East Gate. Even if it's the Tiger Dao Gate before, it won't be too much. What's more, now there are Brother Lin here. ”

"Then why don't you see Little Brother Zhang An? No matter, let's go find out first. What was the surprise for me?"

"I don't know about that. Zhang An got up early in the morning and went to Fang City. ”

"Fang City!"

When Lin Zhanqing heard the word Fangshi, he threw the bag on his shoulder to a disciple of Wangdongmen. He only took his sword with him and rushed to Fang City.

Zhang An called Lin Zhanqing Brother Lin without any hypocrisy. is from the bottom of his heart to treat Lin Zhanqing as a big brother.

And Lin Zhanqing's treatment of Zhang An's little brother is also different from anyone in Jiaoshan.

Because Zhang An didn't have any calculations, Zhang An just regarded Lin Zhanqing as his eldest brother.

In the market, compared with the bustle of the past, it is particularly depressed. It doesn't matter if it's a shop or a vendor. Not a single person can see. On the ground, all kinds of debris are no different from usual. Is there something that makes everyone evade in an instant?

Lin Zhanqing quickly swept over this area, and there was no one.

Continue to the center of Fang. Before he arrived at the center of Fang, he saw two disciples of the Tiger Sword Sect from a distance.

The ground in front of the two Tiger Sword Sect disciples was full of apples. The best apples.

A boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, with a square face and round eyes. Lying on the ground, blood spilled all over the ground. There are seven or eight knife cuts on the body, and every one of them is eager to pass through the body. He clutched a cloth bag with a few apples in it.

Lin Zhanqing approached, as if he couldn't believe it. Squatted down quietly, looked at it carefully, and confirmed that it was correct.

Lin Zhanqing hugged Zhang An tightly, regardless of whether Zhang An was covered in blood or not, and whether Zhang An could know it.

Lin Zhanqing cried loudly!

"Brother Zhang!"

The two disciples of the Tiger Sword Sect did not dare to leave, and squatted down with Lin Zhanqing.

Lin Zhanqing was speechless, holding Zhang An's body, which was still warm. Suddenly, Lin Zhanqing stood up.

With empty eyes and expressionless faces, he turned his head to the Tiger Sword Sect disciple and asked:

"What's going on?"

Lin ...... Lin Shaoxia. I...... We don't know!"

Lin Zhanqing's face was expressionless, the long sword in his hand made a loud sound, and he asked again:

"What's going on?"

The two Tiger Sword Sect disciples knelt down directly, crying and saying:

"Lin Shaoxia, Grandpa Lin. It's none of our business. If it's a lie, please ask Grandpa Lin to chop up the two of us. ”

Lin Zhanqing was still expressionless and asked:

"What's going on?"

"We ...... We don't know!

"Alas, Grandpa Lin, hurry up, chase west!"

As soon as the words fell, Lin Zhanqing had disappeared from the place and rushed towards the west.

The Seven Birds of the Barren Forest, the famous scum of the entire Southwest Martial Arts.

Everyone is a master with a knife. Under the alliance of the seven people, they can use a kind of knife formation called the wasteland capture. The power is even more impressive, except for the two factions and two families in the entire southwest martial arts, and a few other sect families. All seven people have to be given a few thin noodles.

After all, Hades is easy to mess with, and the little ghosts are difficult to deal with. This kind of scum, whoever encounters it is unlucky.

At a tea stall in the western suburbs of Jiao Town, seven middle-aged men sat together. The crooked mouth and slanted eyes of these seven lives are fierce and vicious. The blue robe was casually open, revealing the chest. All seven carried a large knife on their backs. I'm drinking tea with my legs crossed.

One of them looked proud, nibbled on an apple in his hand, as if deliberately showing off, and said loudly:

"Boss, this apple is really good. That kid just damn it, clinging to these broken apples. One of our brothers is a knife, and seven knives are fatal. What a blessing that boy is. This is a ...... that many people can't enjoy."

Before he finished speaking, a sword light flashed. The man who spoke, his head already on the ground.

A young man in fluttering white clothes and a delicate and hearty appearance. I don't know when I stood here. With a long sword in his hand and empty eyes, he asked:

"Are apples delicious?"

The remaining six people got up and jumped out of the tea stall, not speaking at all. Flying up, six people with six knives. With a whistling sound, he slashed down at Lin Zhanqing. It's all masters who know how to use qi to move knives.

Lin Zhanqing's eyes were hollow, and he didn't dodge or dodge. The long sword in his hand flashed blue, and a long roar like wind and thunder erupted. The cyan blue sword light drew a circle of light.

Six people and six knives were broken in response. The two closest people were cut off by this sword light.

Seven birds of the wasteland, only for a moment. There were only four birds left.

And the four birds were already trembling, and even standing seemed reluctant.

One of the birds said:

"This ...... It's not like a local. ”

Another bird,

"This swordsmanship is ......"

Another bird,

"It seems to be ......"

"It's the ...... of the Central Plains Martial Arts"

"Liuyun Mountain ......"

"Liuyun Sword Sect!"

"Run!

The four birds scattered in a hurry, dividing into four directions and running for their lives. The four birds were obviously trembling, but the speed of their escape. It's a lot faster than the trick just now.

Lin Zhanqing's eyes were hollow, and he shouted!

"Eternal wilderness!"

Another shout!

"Reality and reality!"

A wave of qi condensed by a long sword, flashing with cyan blue light, extremely dazzling.

Another phantom of the long sword turned into a shadow, silent, fleeting.

A bird is swept up in a wave of air. The waves of air faded, and there was no place in the whole body that was intact. A bloody man, fell.

Another bird is galloping. A hole suddenly opened in his chest. The same rapidity, without any reduction in speed, fell to the ground.

The last two birds, instead of slowing down and stopping, fled faster. Even glad for this, two birds died. That means that the chances of these two birds surviving are much greater.

The two birds fled quickly, and Lin Zhanqing hurriedly chased after them. Soon, both sides disappeared.

The Seven Birds of the Barren Forest have done countless evils, and the enemies in the entire southwest martial arts can be said to be countless. But the seven birds are very smart, and they only dare to provoke small families of small sects who are not good at martial arts. When he saw the great family of the Great Gate Sect, he hid faster than anyone else.

The small sect family of Southwest Martial Arts was ruthless to these seven birds, but there was nothing they could do.

The great family of the Great Gate Sect has always turned a blind eye to these seven birds. caused the seven birds to be even more arrogant and crazy.

Now, there are only two birds left of the seven birds in the barren forest. And the fate is unknown.

Word got out, no matter who did it. It will immediately cause a sensation in the entire southwest martial arts. It is regarded as a big hero and a big hero by the entire Southwest Martial Arts.