Chapter 27

"Remember, don't practice blindly."

Hall Master Wang handed the manuscript to Lin Yun, and said again cautiously: "In the past, there were also disciples from the inner sect who did not listen to dissuasion and blindly cultivated the incomplete manuscript. The results are very miserable. Just observe carefully, broaden your horizons, and improve your martial arts perception. "

"Thank you for your teachings."

After Lin Yun took it, he replied in a deep voice, this congenital remnant seems to be a double-edged sword.

If you don't use it well, you will hurt yourself.

If you use it well, you can learn a set of basic boxing techniques from it, which will benefit the entire sect.

Hall Master Wang smiled and said: "Go on, two days later, the mid-year assessment, looking forward to your performance."

"Farewell."

Leaving the martial arts pavilion, Lin Yun came to Deacon Yang again and made a request to purchase the Blood Transformation Pill.

"No problem, this is your power, but it's only for the time being. According to the price of the sect, you need to pay 500 low-grade spirit stones."

Deacon Yang took out the Blood Transformation Pill and handed it to Lin Yun, and said softly.

The current Lin Yun has reached the point where he is completely impressed.

He even doubted whether he could defeat Lin Yun if the two of them fought each other now.

And all of this happened in just two or three months.

Fortunately, this Lin Yun doesn't seem to hold grudges very much.

He didn't hate himself because he made him an outer sect disciple, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

Only five hundred low-grade spirit stones...

Lin Yunxin was bleeding, and he spent a full double the price to buy three from Tong Hu.

However, the supply of the sect is limited, the rare goods are available, and if you buy a lot of money, you are willing to fight and suffer.

There are still many outer disciples in the hall of the Zongwu Hall. Under the envious eyes, Lin Yun left calmly.

"Two days later, in the mid-year assessment, this sword slave will definitely soar to the sky!"

In the silent Zongwutang, one person suddenly spoke up and said with certainty.

the other side.

When Lin Yun came to his wooden house, the whole person was dumbfounded.

The wooden house left by the original owner has become a pile of ashes and is empty.

Chen Xiao's original fire burned the wooden house to nothing.

At first glance, Lin Yun wondered if he had gone to the wrong place, and only dared to confirm it after walking around.

"Senior Brother Lin, after you left, Chen Xiao's group set fire to your house."

A passing sect disciple saw Lin Yun staring at the remaining ashes, dumbfounded on the spot, and kindly told him the reason.

It seemed that his punch was a little lighter.

"Senior brother, in fact, you can apply for a courtyard with Zongmen, and it doesn't cost much."

When the disciple saw Lin Yun, he was still dumbfounded and did not speak, but he reminded him.

Lin Yun turned his head and smiled: "Thanks, I'll think of a way myself."

"Senior brother, you are busy, I will go first."

Seeing Lin Yun stubbornly not listening, the man shook his head and left.

After voluntarily becoming a sword slave, the original owner was kicked out of the handyman's house, and came to this deserted place where no one patronized, and built this wooden house by himself.

The wooden house is shabby, shakes when the wind blows, and leaks when it rains.

But the original owner lived for two years without any regrets.

He wants to stay in Qingyunzong, he wants to protect the sword for that person, he doesn't want to leave...

Because sometimes a turn around can be a lifetime.

He stood thousands of miles away from the crowd, looking at Su Ziyao, who was so high and unattainable as the dazzling stars. Perhaps, he also thought about following in her footsteps.

Now that the wooden house is gone, the original owner remains in this world, and the last traces have disappeared.

Lin Yun's face was sullen, and he didn't say a word, his hands kept searching in the ashes.

Remnants of sawdust, mixed with dirt, got into his nails. After a while, the two hands were pulled out with wounds everywhere, and bloodshots overflowed from the nails.

Nothing... nothing.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find anything.

After a while, he found a broken piece of paper in the ashes.

Listed above are the various medicinal pills that Su Ziyao once gave to the original owner, which he wrote himself.

call!

A gust of wind blew past and took the piece of paper away from Lin Yun's hands, not knowing where it was going.

Looking at the flying scraps of paper, Lin Yun was thoughtful, since ancient times, the word "feeling" is the most difficult to understand.

The original owner's affection and secret love for Su Ziyao need not be repeated, even if he knew that there would be no result, knowing that Su Ziyao would not give him a second look.

But as long as she could see her, the original owner would be satisfied, saying she was stupid, but she was stupid.

Is Su Ziyao wrong?

Of course that's right, why should she respond to a fool who can't even confess.

Who is to blame, the original owner?

of course not!

Even the humblest sword slave has the power to look up at the stars and take dreams as horses, not to mention that he only has a crush on someone.

"you are right."

Looking at the confetti that was no longer visible, Lin Yun whispered to himself.

After a while, he collected wood and rebuilt a wooden house.

There are still two days left for the mid-year assessment. Lin Yun did not comprehend the remnants of the innate martial arts Dragon Tiger Fist.

The congenital remnant is too complicated, and there is not enough time.

Accidentally trapped in it, it will reduce the strength.

After Lin Yun swallowed the Blood Transformation Pill, he took out the Monster Beast Inner Pill that he had been carefully carrying with him.

boom!

The spirit of the monsters left on the inner core made people palpitate, and it was the unique evil spirit of monsters.

Lin Yun, who has killed many monsters, now knows more about the value of this inner core.

Ninety percent of the monsters have no inner core, and there is no one in ten thousand monsters that can give birth to inner core!

The value of inner alchemy cannot be measured by spirit stones.

He wants to use this demon pill to break through the bottleneck of the fifth level of martial arts and advance to the sixth level of martial arts before the mid-year assessment.

Even if he swallowed five Blood Transformation Pills, he would break through the five bottlenecks within one month.

The difficulty is still very high, only relying on this piebald tiger's demon pill.

Without hesitation, Lin Yun opened his mouth and swallowed the demon pill that countless people dreamed of.

boom!

The demon pill melted at the entrance, turned into a surging and domineering spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and exploded in its body.

At the same time, a faint bright red aura wafted out from his body.

That is the suffocating aura of the piebald tiger, and as he refines the demon pill, it merges with his own aura little by little.

In the body, the third level of pure Yang Gong is running wildly.

He wanted to subdue this domineering and surging demon pill power, but the dominance of this power was still beyond Lin Yun's expectations.

Like a violent wild horse, disobedient to discipline, rampaged in Lin Yun's body.

His complexion was unpredictable, from blue to white for a while, and even turned into an extremely frightening black.

The situation is not good!