The Sovereign’s Ascension Chapter 6: The body of the broken sword

The hoarse and old voice came from the building, and stopped the gray deacon's movements.

"Hall Master Wang!"

I saw the top of the building, and stood an old man in black clothes with a stern look, his eyes were stern, and he was extremely oppressive.

"Meet the hall master!"

The other outer disciples in the lobby of the Zongwu Hall saw the old man, their expressions changed slightly, and they knelt down to salute respectfully.

This old man is the master of the Zongwutang, and he has achieved nine levels of martial arts.

Ten levels of martial arts, every three levels of hurdles, step by step approaching the limit of the physical body, the more difficult it is to break through.

In the entire Azure Cloud Sect, apart from the Sect Master, there are very few people who can have nine levels of martial arts. Even if you look at the entire Tianshui Nation, Hall Master Wang is also considered a master with strong strength.

On weekdays, I am old, sitting in the Zongwutang, and rarely intervene in specific affairs.

"Deacon Yang, I know everything. You did the right thing, but since he passed your test, don't be embarrassed. As a plea, you are responsible for handing out Zongmen clothing, introductory exercises and soldiers. Blade."

"Yes, yes, the hall master is right, and the subordinates must follow suit."

When the old man saw this, he nodded slightly, glanced at Lin Yun, and turned away.

The Deacon in Grey was relieved. Fortunately, the hall master didn't punish him. Today is considered lucky.

I can think of myself as a deacon who would personally hand out clothes to this sword slave and choose his skills and weapons, and I suddenly became a little unhappy.

"Come with me."

Angrily said, Deacon Yang took Lin Yun and headed for the second floor.

Looking at Lin Yun disappearing on the second floor, the Qingyun sect disciples in the hall said that Lin Yun was lucky.

If it weren't for the presence of Hall Master Wang, Lin Yun must still suffer today.

As for Zhou Ping who was lying down, he could only admit that he was unlucky, no one cared about him anymore.

The second floor of Zongwu Hall is an important place for Zongmen.

Most of the exercises and martial arts collected by the entire Azure Cloud Sect are placed here. Newly promoted outer disciples have the opportunity to choose exercises and martial arts for free, and then they have to make contributions before they can exchange them.

"Choose the exercise method first, you can practice internal energy when you reach the triple level of martial arts. This is where the internal energy method is placed."

Deacon Yang brought Lin Yun to a row of bookshelves, and he didn't want to say more with just one finger.

Lin Yun also did not see outside, came to the bookshelf, and he quickly flipped through all the techniques.

"Qingyun Jue, Feng Lei Jin, Bi Shui Jue..."

Seeing the speed of Lin Yun's flipping, Deacon Yang couldn't help but evoke a mocking look. The Sword Slave is the Sword Slave, flipping it so fast, I'm afraid that I can't understand even a copy.

If you have some insight, you know how to ask me to answer and how to choose.

"Deacon Yang, choose this one below."

"Pure Yang Gong."

Deacon Yang took a look, his face turned weird, and his heart sneered.

Practitioners of pure Yang Gong have a strong inner strength, but this technique is slow to practice, and most of the people in the sect choose this technique to give up in the end.

"Are you sure?"

"OK."

The deacon in gray said with a smile: "I have eyesight, this technique is good, it suits you well."

Lin Yun observes his words and looks, knowing that the gray-clothed deacon, hiding a knife in his smile, is uneasy and kind.

But just a moment ago, he had already read all the summary of the exercises on the bookshelf.

If you don't pull a word, it's all printed in your mind.

After comprehensive consideration, I chose this pure Yang Gong. The tenth level of martial arts is to polish the flesh. Pure Yang Gong's inner strength is thick and strong, which undoubtedly fits best.

The next choice of martial arts, martial arts and martial arts are the same, the levels are divided into basic, medium and high.

Lin Yun chose a middle-level swordsmanship, Liufeng swordsmanship, which is known for its great lethality and dexterity.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you, this Liufeng sword technique requires a lot of comprehension, and it is difficult for many inner disciples to practice it."

Deacon Yang saw Lin Yun and chose another "wrong" exercise.

I thought to myself, after all, it was an errand that the hall master explained, so it’s better to inquire, so as not to lose the handle.

"It's okay, thanks to Deacon Yang for reminding me."

"I don't know good or bad!"

Deacon Yang's face sank, and he whispered, not paying attention to Lin Yun.

Zongwutang Weapon Pavilion.

Since the martial art has chosen the sword technique, the weapon must naturally choose the sword, and Deacon Yang will not give him the opportunity to choose one at will.

Ranging the sword out of its sheath, Lin Yun looked around and looked at the three-foot sword body with satisfaction.

This sword is made of Qinggang thousands of times. It is the standard saber used by the disciples of the sect. Lin Yun has seen many of them when he was a sword slave.

The lines on the body of the sword should be of the highest level in the Qinggang sword.

Crack!

Without warning, the blade suddenly broke and fell to the ground with a sway.

There is only half of the long sword in his hand.

"What's the matter?"

Deacon Yang stepped forward and grabbed the sword. After looking at it for a long time, he didn't understand. He cursed: "Replace it. The person who bought the Qinggang sword by Zongmen is shoddy again."

Crack! Click! Click!

After changing three of them in a row, each one broke without warning. Deacon Yang looked at Lin Yun up and down: "You sword slave, aren't you doing things?"

Lin Yun cultivates swordsmanship with one hand, and is considered a small celebrity in Qingyun Sect.

Four consecutive green steel swords exploded for no reason, making Deacon Yang a little suspicious.

Lin Yun was also puzzled in his heart, and he pondered: "I don't have this ability, let alone mess up at will. Or, my deacon, let me choose by myself?"

"If you want to be beautiful, you wait!"

Deacon Yang glared at Lin Yun, fiddled with the corners where the waste swords were piled up in the Weapon Pavilion, and his eyes lit up after a while.

He found out a rusty, dusty old sword, and handed it to Lin Yun involuntarily.

Without waiting for Lin Yun to pull the sword out of its sheath, he forced it out: "Try the sword after you go back, don't make it here, you have to break it again, the old man really has no sword for you to use."

After breaking four swords in a row, Lin Yun was also embarrassed and had to give up.

As parting, Deacon Yang looked at Lin Yun and said, "Are you sure you won't change this Flowing Wind Sword Technique?"

"No change?"

"Hehe, ambitious. The comprehension required by this method is so high that you, a sword slave, can't imagine. You don't change it now. If you ask the old man to change it in the future, the old man will not change it for you!" /

"Farewell."

For Lin Yun's persistence, Deacon Yang sneered in his heart, when you beg me!

Two hours later.

In front of Lin Yun's cabin, he changed into Zongmen costumes. Wearing a white robe on the inside and a cyan gown on the outside, the handsome face looks energetic.

In the open space in front of the wooden house, the sound of swords roared, and Lin Yun held the sword and danced, moving smoothly and smoothly.

If Deacon Yang is here, he will surely let out a cold sweat and can't believe it.

For half a month, ordinary people couldn't be proficient in Flowing Wind Swordsmanship, so they were able to do whatever they wanted in Lin Yun's hands.

"It doesn't seem to be that difficult."

Two hours later, Lin Yun first took a peek at the doorway and comprehended the basic sword tricks of Liufeng Swordsmanship.

In addition to the basic sword moves, there are three ultimate moves in Flowing Wind Swordsmanship.

Swordsmanship is still some distance away from Xiaocheng, but it won't be long before I want to come.

Looking at the blade, Lin Yun thoughtfully, this is the old sword that Deacon Yang threw to him.

The sword is **** wide, the sword is three feet three long, and the blade is dull. The blade was greenish brown, looking old and worn, and dull.

Knapped lightly on it, the heavy sword body, and there was no clear metal sound.

Lin Yun materialized that this should be made of a piece of metal wood directly polished.

In addition to metal can forge the sword body, animal bones, rocks, metal and wood can all be made into swords, but they are relatively rare.

Metal wood, not an informal name, refers to some sharp vegetation that can rival the hardness of metal.

Lao Hong gave him a book of swordsmanship with hundreds of flowers when he was teaching him swordsmanship, which contained records of many famous swords in the world.

Among them, some rare swords ~ IndoMTL.com~ are polished from natural vegetation.

There are many plants and trees, all of which can be used as swords. The most well-known is ancient built wood.

The sword in his hand cannot see the source.

However, its color is bleak, and there is no aura. No matter how big it is, it might be a useless sword.

The most important thing is the natural rhyme and aura, if there is no special maintenance. As time goes by, the spirit flow passes away, and the rhyme does not exist. It is not as good as the ordinary sword.

But Lin Yun is still very happy, at least this sword is not breaking.

Good health and maintenance, barely enough.

Receiving the sword and returning to its sheath, Lin Yun took out pure Yang Gong, and said with some expectation: "It's time to cultivate inner strength."

If you don't practice internal strength, there will never be a way out, and the martial arts triples are the real martial artists.

Cross your knees and close your eyes.

After sensing the inner strength in his body, Lin Yun carefully circulated the inner strength in his body with pure Yang Gong.

Initially, not proficient.

Energetic energy rushes around in the body, hard to control, like a loach.

When it is masterfully controlled, it is dark.

Along with the sky full of stars, Lin Yun's expectation has already reached its zenith, and he can finally run Pure Yang Gong successfully.

The mind sinks, the pure yang power runs, and Lin Yun enters a certain mysterious state.

With the circulation of internal energy in the body, he can see the internal organs clearly, which is amazing.

Inside view!

After practicing the martial arts triple-fold exercises, you can look inside the five internal organs of the physical body and truly embark on the road of martial arts.

It's just that Lin Yun, who was immersed in the exercises, didn't notice.

In the mysterious space above the dantian in the body, an ancient broken sword exists alone, and the hilt is still wrapped in nine chains spreading in the darkness.

When it was running Pure Yang Gong, some auras fell on the broken sword, making ripples.

Along with the spilling of the aura, the end of the chain surging in the dark.

Weird and mysterious.