The Sovereign’s Ascension Chapter 31: Indifference

Ma Kui didn't say a word, walked over with a cold face, and began to search Lin Yun carefully.

More and more people gathered in the audience, holding their breath, and refused to look away.

Arms, empty!

The chest is empty!

Behind, empty!

Legs, empty!

Nothing...

Ma Kui's face was gloomy, and he said coldly: "Take it off!"

In accordance with his words, Lin Yun took off the sect's gown.

But there was still nothing. Ma Kui turned over his clothes carefully, not to mention the hidden weapon even the wire was not found.

The sun shines on Lin Yun's sturdy body, the tibia and muscles that have been trained by qi and blood are extremely strong. It's just some injuries on the skin, which are very harsh, with new injuries and old marks.

"Damn, you sword slave, what turban do you wear!"

Nothing was found, Ma Kui was furious and tore off his turban.

But a piece of cloth, naturally, there is nothing.

When the turban is gone, the purple sword slave mark on the center of the eyebrows is particularly eye-catching. Some people frowned slightly and showed disdain, causing no small whispers.

Compared with Ma Kui, who was burning with anger, Lin Yun closed his eyes and showed no fluctuations in his heart.

I just recalled some past events, and some sad memories.

"Xianjian Pavilion lost an inner disciple's sword, and said, did you steal it!"

Zhou Ping kicked the original master to the ground and said viciously.

The original owner looked horrified, and deep in his heart was extremely anxious, and he was a little trembling when he said: "No...no, no, Brother Zhou, listen to me, the sword...definitely I won’t steal it, I I won’t steal anything."

"Dare to talk back!"

Zhou Ping's scabbard hit the original owner's back severely, and said in a deep voice: "I said you stole it, but you stole it. If you can't find the sword, you will use the pill that Su Ziyao gave you. Otherwise I will drive you out of Qingyun!"

"He stole it, he must have stole it!"

"Who else is there but him!"

"He must have stole it. I think he usually pretends to be serious, he is not a good person."

The handymen around, pointing to the original owner, babbled and talked.

"I...I, no."

The original owner endured the severe pain behind his back, his face convulsed with pain, and he wanted to refute, but found that the pain did not even have the strength to speak.

The picture changes, inside the dormitory of the labor room.

The original owner curled up on the bed alone, touching the hot marks on his forehead. In order to stay in Qingyun, he chose to become a sword slave today.

He was a little nervous deep in his heart, and the pain from time to time between his eyebrows made him sleepless.

Whenever I can think of it, I gradually fall asleep.

In the middle of the night, the original owner was awakened by a group of handymen, thrown out heavily.

It was pouring rain outside the house, and the original owner got all over his body, soaked on the spot, and said in a puzzled way: "What are you doing here?"

"Go away, this is the handyman's room, not where your sword slave should stay."

"You are now a sword slave, do you want to sleep with us?"

Under the pouring rain, the original owner felt cold all over, and he could not wipe the rain off his face after wiping it several times.

I looked at the handymen under the eaves through my eyes blurred by the rain.

The original owner pleaded weakly: "Even if you drive me away, wait until the rain stops, OK, let me stay overnight tonight."

"Get out, get out, you are a sword slave, you are not qualified to live with us."

"This is your rubbish, go away."

Someone threw Lin Yun's package directly out of the house.

Boom! A group of handymen closed the door directly.

In the middle of the night, it was pouring rain.

The original owner was holding the package, almost immersed in water, surrounded by endless cold and loneliness.

He is like Lin Yun now, biting his lip and turning away without saying a word.

The picture gradually disappeared, Lin Yun opened his eyes and looked at Ma Kui and said, "Have you found it?"

"Me!"

Ma Kui said a word for me, but he couldn't say it any more, he really didn't find anything.

But at this moment, he saw Lin Yun's storage bag around his waist, and his eyes lit up: "Storage bag, your hidden weapon must be hidden in the storage bag!"

Absurd!

Everyone knows that opening the storage bag requires distraction, and it takes some time.

If he did this in battle, he couldn't hide it in full view.

"If there is no hidden weapon you want in this storage bag, what are you going to do?"

Lin Yun looked at Ma Kui and asked in a deep voice.

"If there is no hidden weapon in this storage bag, I will kneel down and apologize to you!"

Ma Kui, who is already riding a tiger, is extremely anxious. There must be a hidden weapon, otherwise my hand would be injured!

"As you wish."

Lin Yun took the burial flower sword out of the storage bag, held it in his hand, and took out some debris.

Feeling a little troublesome, with some hands, all the items in the storage bag arrived.

Slosh!

Countless gold and silver treasures leaned out, piercing the eyes of many people under the shining of the sun.

In addition to the treasures, there are more than a thousand low-grade spirit stones, which are more eye-catching.

Gulong, many of the outer disciples below swallowed, never expected Lin Yun to have such financial resources.

The eyes were staring straight at the spirit stones and the dazzling gold and silver treasures.

Except for these two items, the others are inconspicuous sundries, pill medicine, clothes, dry food, monster materials, everything.

There is no hidden weapon Ma Kui wants!

"Impossible, never possible!"

Ma Kui was crazy, looking around inside, when he saw a picture scroll ready to open.

Lin Yun raised his brows and immediately shouted: "Stop!"

"Hahaha, the hidden weapon must be inside!"

Ma Kui's eyes lit up, but he ignored Lin Yun and stretched out his hand to unfold the picture.

Boom!

There was a strong wind in the field, and Lin Yun's burial foil spun wildly under his palm.

The next moment, Lin Yun held his sword hilt and stabbed Ma Kui with the scabbard.

The sword body took Lin Yun and flew up like lightning, and Ma Kui was hit by the scabbard just as he turned around.

Puff!

Spit out a mouthful of blood, the person flew out like sandbags, and fell heavily to the ground ~IndoMTL.com~ snorted several times.

Everything happened between the electric light and flint, and no one expected that Lin Yun, who had been calm, would suddenly take action.

It was so scary as soon as it was shot.

"Flowing Wind Sword Technique!"

"This is the ultimate move of Liufeng Swordsmanship, gather swords into the wind!"

An exclamation suddenly sounded below, but someone recognized Lin Yun's sword move, which immediately caused an uproar.

Some people thought that Lin Yun's practice of Liufeng swordsmanship was a false news rumor, and it was self-defeating.

"Lin Yun, if I don't unfold the picture scroll, I can just check it."

The referee picked up the scroll that fell on the ground, looked at Lin Yun and asked.

Lin Yun didn't speak, and nodded.

After touching and kneading a few times, the referee made a judgment and came to Ma Kui who stood up.

"This is a very ordinary picture scroll. If you don't believe it, you can touch it yourself."

Ma Kui took the picture scroll and touched it carefully, following his touch.

His face became difficult to look a little bit, and when it was confirmed that it was just an ordinary picture scroll, his face became pale.

The picture scroll in his hand, swayed and fell to the ground.

Thinking of what he said just now, he was so scared that he looked down the stage in a panic and helpless.

The group of people who shouted so loudly before, each of them bowed their heads in shame, afraid to look at Ma Kui's sight.

Now, whoever dared to support Ma Kui is really a joke.

The scorching sun shining right away, but Ma Kui felt cold and sweaty all over his body.

"Senior Brother Lin Yun, I... just now I was offended. I didn't hear what I said, and I offended. No, it's Brother Lin Yun, Brother Lin..."

Ma Kui did not hesitate to speak, his face was as ugly as he had eaten pork liver.

Putting on the sect long gown, Lin Yun turned around without seeing Ma Kui, only two words floated out of his mouth.

"Kneel."