"Thank you. ”

When everyone's eyes were still on the blood line in the center of Ling Sigongzi's eyebrows, Lin Zhujiu exhaled, and then bowed to Ling Sigongzi again.

When everyone present looked at him again, everyone felt that the smell of Lin Cooking Wine had completely changed.

The dark and fierce killing intent, the aura that even smelled of cruelty and decay had completely disappeared.

At this time, Lin Cook's wine was very peaceful, and even gave people a feeling of ordinary, not much different from a traveler returning home.

Ling Sigongzi paused slightly.

"Here you go. ”

He threw the sword in his hand directly in front of Lin Boiljiu.

With a snort, the broad tip of the sword pierced into the stone slab in front of Lin Boil's body like rotten wood.

"You're welcome. ”

He stretched out a finger and wiped the wound on his eyebrow, and the blood line faded considerably.

For some reason, seeing that the wound did not go deeper, many people were inexplicably relieved.

For some reason, Lin Zisan couldn't help but applaud.

The applause rang out, and no one felt abrupt at this time.

It's just that a voice that sounded like gold and iron, and even seemed a little harsh, sounded in a low voice beside him, "Why applaud?"

Lin Zisan was stunned, and followed the prestige, only to see a middle-aged man in an ordinary coarse linen robe, with his hair scattered.

The middle-aged man's face should be square in outline, but the hair on both sides hung down, but it made his face look slender, and a sharp aura ran down his bottom, as if it was about to pierce the ground.

His gaze was also extremely sharp, and Lin Zisan just looked at this person with his eyes, and he felt as if he had been stabbed several times.

"Because it's wonderful. ”

Lin Zisan intuitively felt that this person should be a powerful cultivator, so he bowed slightly and saluted, "And both of them have the style of a gentleman, worthy of respect." ”

The corners of the middle-aged man's mouth were slightly raised, and a trace of disdain appeared, as if he did not fully agree with his words, and even felt a little ridiculous.

But then he still glanced at Lin Zisan and asked, "You can see that it is wonderful, where do you think it is wonderful?"

"Both of them are much more powerful than me, and each sword is wonderful, and if I fight them, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch a single sword. Lin Zisan naturally had such a voice in his heart, but he felt that it was still inappropriate to answer like this, he frowned slightly, thought about it seriously, and said: "Lin Boiljiu has slashed out the killing intent he has accumulated and the shadow left in his heart, but he also has to meet his opponent in chess, and he also needs a strong opponent like Ling Sigongzi to make his sword vivid." Before Lin boiled the wine out of the sword, his mood was still a little unstable, as if he woke up from a nightmare from time to time at the same time, indulging in cruel fighting and couldn't get out, but he was able to use this sword to dissolve the killing intent, and the sword intent is so stable and powerful, I'm afraid there are few people in the world who can do it... But it was also the strength of Ling Sigongzi who could force him to do this, and such a stunning duel between the two could be seen anywhere else. ”

The middle-aged man's face was originally a little serious, but listening to Lin Zisan's words, his face slowly eased, and even the face that was sandwiched by the hair on both sides seemed to become softer.

"What's your name?" he asked.

Lin Zisan was a little shy, and said, "Lin Zisan." ”

The middle-aged man groaned slightly and said, "I seem to have heard of it." ”

Lin Zisan didn't know what the middle-aged man meant, and hesitated, "Senior, who are you?"

"Yu Yijin. The middle-aged man glanced at Lin Zisan and said, "I am a person from the Bashan Sword Field, do you want to enter the Bashan Sword Field and be my disciple?"

"What?"

Lin Zisan stood very close to Ye Xinhe and Yan Xinlan, and as soon as the middle-aged man's words came out, Ye Xinhe and Yan Xinlan over there were suddenly taken aback, turned around, and looked at the middle-aged man in disbelief: "Uncle Yu?"

Yu Yijin glanced at Ye Xinhe and Yan Xinlan in a blink of an eye, and did not speak, but with an aura that Ye Xinhe and Yan Xinlan were making a fuss.

Lin Zisan's eyes widened in surprise, could it be that Ye Xinhe and Yan Xinlan hadn't seen this master at all?

"Is it really Uncle Yu?"

Ye Xinhe looked at the middle-aged man, but his eyebrows were slightly raised.

Yu Yijin's brows were slightly furrowed.

"Although I haven't met Master Yu, I at least know that Master Yu has accepted a disciple named Mao Qijie. Ye Xinhe said: "And I heard from the elders of the sect that Senior Uncle Yu was extremely satisfied with the disciple he accepted. ”

"Who said that one person can only accept one disciple?" Yu Yijin's eyebrows were also slightly raised, even if they were covered by his loose hair, there was a vague sharp aura that continued to radiate into the air along the corners of his eyebrows.

Ye Xinhe's face remained unchanged, he glanced at Lin Zisan, and then said, "I just can't understand why I would choose him as a disciple if it was really Master Yu." ”

Yu Yijin's brows quietly erected.

He glanced at Ye Xinhe, just glanced at it, and without speaking, a sword light poked out from his sleeve.

This sword light was jet black, and there were scales on the surface, like a black python.

The sword path was very clear, and it didn't seem to be fast, pointing straight at Ye Xinhe's chest.

Ye Xinhe's brows furrowed deeply, and his figure moved several times, but he found that no matter how he dodged, he couldn't avoid the tip of the stabbing sword.

He drew his sword.

A clear sword light was picked out diagonally and stabbed at Yu Yijin's wrist.

However, Yu Yijin's wrist sank, and he directly pressed his sword body, Ye Xinhe's heart was cold, and the sword body in his hand only felt like pressing a mountain, and before he could turn the sword body, Yu Yijin's sword had already fallen on his chest.

The tip of the sword landed on his chest, but there was a thud.

Ye Xinhe's face turned pale, he took three steps back in a row, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Yu Yijin put away his sword, and his sword light quickly faded in his hand, but there was a depression on Ye Xinhe's chest and shirt, although even the shirt was not torn, but the depression was not until he collected the sword, and then it slowly bounced, as if there was always a condensed and unemitting energy pressing on it.

"Knowing propriety, knowing shame, and having understanding, this is enough. ”

Yu Yijin glanced at Ye Xinhe again and said, "You are not bad." ”

The first half of his sentence was obviously an answer to Ye Xinhe's question, but the next sentence was a real appreciation.

At this time, the rest of the people on this street had not yet reacted, they were still looking at Lin Zhuanjiu and Ling Sigongzi, and when they turned around, they were all stunned in their eyes, and they didn't understand why someone suddenly made a move here.

"Uncle Yu?"

Lin Zhujiu saw Fang Cai's trick clearly, he suddenly flew over and saluted Yu Yijin.

"You're better. ”

Yu Yijin bowed slightly, said a word to Lin Zhujiu, paused slightly, and continued, "Senior Brother Qi is better trained than me." ”

There are two meanings in his words, and Ye Xinhe on one side understands them all.

One is that Lin Boiled Wine is stronger than Ye Xinhe, and the other is that Lin Boiled Wine should be better than the Mao Qilayer he trained.

Yu Yijin is also an outlier in the Bashan Sword Field.

I heard the master of the door say that Yu Yijin was a butcher at the earliest, killing pigs and sheep, but one day he suddenly became enlightened, and he was a cultivation method to comprehend and absorb the vitality of heaven and earth without a teacher.

He rarely stayed in the Bashan Sword Field, so young disciples of his generation had only heard of names and deeds, but had never seen real people.

Although this person is an outlier, and he is not very famous outside, many teachers, including the Uncle Qi who recently taught him to practice, have told him that if he fights to the death and discusses combat strength, Yu Yijin can at least rank in the top five in the Bashan Sword Field.

Such a teacher's praise is naturally more weighty.

"Can Mao Qijie come back?" Lin Zhujiu smiled humbly and asked softly.