Chapter 845

Outside the sword tomb.

Chenbei and Nie Shanhe waited quietly.

After waiting for a while, they knew that Lin Yi would not come out so soon. They had nothing to do, so they began to chat.

Chen Bei looked at Nie Shanhe's white hair on his temples and couldn't help sighing: "you were still a child. Unexpectedly, in a twinkling of an eye, you have become the elder of Jianshan."

"Martial uncle, you are still elegant." Nie Shanhe sighed: "just master, I have no chance to see you again."

Nie shanhekou said that he was the last elder of Wenjian mountain.

The last elder Wen Jianshan lived 370 years.

Finally, I can't resist the flow of time, and I'm disappointed to die.

"It doesn't matter. I'm almost going down to drink with him."

Chen Bei smiled.

Nie Shanhe was silent.

Every friar is seeking longevity and preaching, but no one can live forever and will grow old.

"Martial uncle, why is it him?"

Nie Shanhe was silent for a while and finally couldn't help asking.

This problem has held him back for a long time.

In his opinion, Lin Yi can understand the essence of array in a short time and break through the ten-star chess game, so he can see that he has a certain way. However, Nie Shanhe thinks that Lin Yi lacks the firm will of a monk. He has empty understanding and can't go far.

Just when Chenbei wanted to say something.

There was a violent vibration in the sword tomb.

The sound of sword sounds like a wave from the sword tomb.

Chen Bei and Nie Shanhe suddenly changed their faces. They couldn't care to talk about the past. Chen Bei almost couldn't help rushing in.

"That bastard, didn't he annoy all the ancestors' sword intentions?"

When Chen Bei was born, he subconsciously felt impossible. But on second thought, shit, it's the boy who is likely to annoy all the sword ideas!

He began to secretly regret whether he was too anxious to send him to the sword tomb.

Nie Shanhe was OK. His concern for Lin Yi was not as obvious as Chen Bei. After his face changed a little, he quickly returned to calm.

Chen Bei turns around in circles, ready to wait for Lin Yi to trigger the token, and rushes in.

Wait and wait. The expected distress signal didn't come. The boiling sword tomb soon quieted down.

Chen Bei and Nie Shan looked at each other.

Inside... What happened?

It's violent!

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What Yilin doesn't know is that he broke into the sword tomb without a very important step.

When many disciples of the inner sect get the opportunity to come to the sword tomb to ask for the sword, their elders will repeatedly tell them to respect the residual sword intention of their ancestors.

There are many taboos.

For example, you can't make a loud noise, you can't resist the sky without authorization, you must burn incense to bathe, you must do enough in three worship and nine kowtow etiquette, and so on.

The residual sword meaning on the flying sword does not form a complete spiritual consciousness, which is equivalent to a touch of obsession.

Most of these obsessions uphold the pride of the former Lord. Once someone breaks into the sword tomb and disrespects them, they hardly use their brains and attack them directly, beating the disrespectful people into slag.

So... This is "ask Jianshan"!

In the sword tomb, the mouth gun is the king!

Serious disciples of Tianjian sect will learn rules and Etiquette under a certain master for a long time after they get started. They will bow down and learn to please their elders.

In other words, even if their master didn't remind them, the first thing they did when they came to the sword tomb was to fly the sword towards the life left by their ancestors, worship first and then beg, hoping to give the gang proud sword meaning and brush a wave of goodwill from the beginning.

But Yilin doesn't understand.

How did he know that these ancient swords were so proud and charming.

As soon as he flew, he was ready to fly over the heads of tens of thousands of flying swords. He annoyed the sword intention of the mountain and was ready to kill the Liao.

In addition, Yilin had a little problem with her charm value, which was easier to attract hatred, so she had a start and almost overturned the whole sword tomb.

Yilin immediately figured out all kinds of joints and fell back to the ground without saying a word.

"Hum..."

The sound of swords from all directions weakened a bit.

But Yilin still vaguely felt that the whole space echoed with an emotion called "anger".

At the moment, the buzzing sound in his ear gave him the feeling that it was like a group of boudoir complaining women, lying in his ear, reading and telling his dissatisfaction.

"I probably understand the way of customs clearance."

It's better to brush the favor!

Yilin righted the God and began to inject spiritual power into the thousand machine flags given by Chenbei.

With the power consumption, the thousand machine flag flashed, one two, two four, four eight... Finally, 32 small flags of different colors revolved around Yilin.

"Go!"

Yilin smiled, bent his fingers, and thirty-two small flags fell in the sword tomb.

"Heaven and earth are limitless, and heaven and earth borrow the law."

Yilin began to arrange the array according to the set taught by the flower boy.

Of course, if the flower boy or Ren Qingshan comes, he may look confused. This is because the array arrangement method of Yilin is somewhat different from that of traditional friars. It was not strictly distributed according to the pattern of the heavenly stems and Earthly Branches and the twelve stars. Among them, Yilin added a little understanding of magic, crystal grain and supreme flow magic to form an irregular "free array".

At the moment of landing, 32 small flags were transformed into 32 faceless people in elders' robes.

Thirty two elders, following the highest etiquette handed down from ancient times in the Tianjian gate, flew their swords everywhere in the sword tomb. They began to worship and knock nine times, knock step by step, and knock again after knocking. If you're unhappy, I continue to knock. If you're happy, I don't stop knocking... A set of etiquette was completed. Soon, the proud and charming sword meaning hidden on the flying sword was finally clear and comfortable.

In the sword tomb, it was quiet again.

"It's not. It's very simple."

Yilin breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, these flying swords are not real people and easy to deceive. He used a little deception and fooled the angry flying sword in the sword tomb.

Nonsense, thirty-two elders worship here. Even the mourning hall of the leaders of previous dynasties may not have such treatment. After all, there are less than thirty-two elders who are still alive. No matter how much they can get together, they can't get together. If they are not satisfied with the whole life of this group of proud swords, Yilin can only come hard.

All the swords were intended to be in a round of flattery. After calming down, Yilin didn't put away the thousand machine flags for the first time, but let 32 small flags surround him. He looked at a flying sword not far away. It looked very chic. There was a faint streamer on the sword body, so he quietly stepped forward, took advantage of the flying sword's no opinion, stretched out his five fingers and quickly grasped the handle of the flying sword.

"Tianjianmen preaching garden, Fangyuan mountain, Yanmo mountain, Jielu mountain, Baicao mountain, Wenjian mountain, lingbeast mountain, Zhujian mountain, Taiyi mountain joint registered disciple, contemporary tianjianmen leader, his elder martial brother Chen Bei forgets his years, Lin Yi, came to ask for sword and hope that his ancestors will teach him."

Yilin just held the sword handle, and a cool and moist breath suddenly came from the contact between the sword handle and the palm. Without hesitation, Yilin immediately reported to himself and asked the sword, focusing on the word "ask". Since you are asking, the more popular the title is, the better.

As soon as the cool and moist breath invaded Yilin's body, it suddenly turned into extremely cold, which made Yilin feel the illusion of being in the polar glacier. In the twinkling of an eye, Yilin trembled all over, and his skin and hair tips were covered with a layer of white frost. When he opened his mouth and breathed, the breath condensed into a white ice mist, and the whole person seemed to be a living ice sculpture.

Yilin's face changed slightly. He forced himself to endure the biting chill in his body and wanted to forcibly pull out the variant of the five elements attribute - ice attribute flying sword. But he tried his best to pull the flying sword out of the ground with brute force.

As time went by, the frost on the surface of Yilin's body became thicker and thicker. Until Yilin felt that his consciousness began to become blurred, he finally couldn't hold on and released his hand. The cold slipped away. He quickly sat on the ground and ran the poor weak breath in his body. After about half an hour, Yilin finally cleared the heterogeneous breath in his body and warmed his limbs.

Turn over and look at the palm of the sword just now. The palm is blue and blue. It is impressively frostbitten.

Yilin stared at his frostbitten palm.

"Does that mean... Disagree?"