Chapter 102

"Sword box? Is there anything strange about that sword box?"

Kong Yuan remembered that Yan Tianrui was injured by Lin Yun's sword box that day, and the damage was terrible.

In Yan Tianrui's eyes, there was a sharp look: "Don't ask if you shouldn't ask."

"Yes Yes Yes."

Kong Yuan wiped his sweat and said with sincerity.

Although his cultivation base is much higher than this Yan Tianrui, he does not dare to disobey the other party's intentions at all.

The father of the other party was a high-ranking elder in the Blood Cloud Sect.

As long as he is willing, he can destroy this little Confucius family at his fingertips, and he does not dare to offend him at all.

What's more, this battle of Linghu.

He originally promised the other party that he would definitely enter the Linghu Lake and get the quota to refine the innate spiritual milk.

In the end, I didn't say that I didn't get the quota, and I was seriously injured by someone, which was a huge mistake.

Right now, I don't dare to provoke Yan Tianrui at all, so I can only be careful to make amends.

"Master Yan, do you want me to send someone to guard near Wanbao Pavilion? Don't worry, this time I will definitely capture this kid alive and let Master Yan deal with him."

A murderous look flashed in Kong Yuan's eyes, wanting to make up for it.

"No need, you Kong family don't take action on this matter, and you are not allowed to leak any news to me."

Yan Tianrui looked indifferent and said lightly.

"I will arrange for the people from the Blood Cloud Sect to handle it. You Kong family should just stay honest. If this matter is finally settled. Maybe I am happy, and I will let my father come to Ziyan City in person. "

When Kong Yuan was puzzled, Yan Tianrui continued to talk, which instantly made Kong Yuan's eyes shine.

Yan Tianrui's father is a real profound expert, if he can take a trip to Ziyan City...

"Young master, rest assured, we will never leak any news on this matter!"

"I go first."

Looking at the back of the other party leaving, Kong Yuan was puzzled and didn't know what medicine Yan Tianrui sold in the gourd.

"Forget it, you can escape this disaster safely."

Kong Yuan's grim face showed a trace of exhaustion, and dealing with Blood Cloud Sect was really like walking on thin ice.

Originally, he thought that this time a catastrophe must be imminent.

But who knows that the twists and turns, Yan Tianrui didn't bother him in the end, so that's enough.

Yan Tianrui, who had left the Confucius family compound, looked left and right, put on his hood and left.

Half an hour later, he stopped in front of an inconspicuous pavilion in Ziyan City.

Here is the branch of the Blood Bathing Sect in Ziyan City.

As soon as he lifted his foot and entered the door, two big men with fierce expressions and cultivation bases in the innate two orifices stopped him.

At the same time, in the depths of the pavilion, many eyes were looking at him.

"roll."

Yan Tianrui tore off his hood, revealing the blood-colored mask on his face, and the two big men turned pale in shock and quickly backed away.

"I don't know if Senior Brother Ben Zong is here, I was offended a lot just now."

A person walked in the hall, wearing yellow clothes, with extraordinary bearing, innate four orifices cultivation base, looked at Yan Tianrui and said, "Are you the disciple of the elder of this sect?"

Yan Tianrui didn't speak, and took out the Zongmen token.

The moment the man in yellow saw the token, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he looked at Yan Tianrui with a little more fear.

"It turned out to be Elder Yan's son, but he was offended just now. I don't know what to send."

The man in yellow looked a lot more respectful. Generally speaking, people from this sect would not have such an attitude.

But this Elder Yan in the Blood Cloud Sect has a fierce reputation, and is an existence that cannot be provoked.

In front of this Yan Tianrui, it's better not to offend him as much as possible.

Yan Tianrui said solemnly: "I need to second ten innate three orifices warriors and twenty innate two orifices warriors."

The man in yellow was slightly startled, this was already equivalent to splitting the rudder, one-fifth of the combat power.

An inner disciple does not yet have such great power.

Taking into account the background of the other party, the man in yellow hesitated for a moment: "I need to ask the helmsman."

"random."

Yan Tianrui smiled slightly, confident and confident that the other party would definitely agree to his request.

In the secret room of the attic, the man in yellow told Yan Tianrui's request to a lean old man.

"Xiang Lao, what do you think?"

Xiang Lao is the rudder master of the Blood Cloud Sect here.

"Elder Yan's face must be given. We can't afford to offend such a big man."

Xiang Lao's wrinkled face showed a puzzled look: "It's just... what's the use of him wanting so many innate three- or two- orifice warriors? You can borrow a fourth- or five- orifice powerhouse, it's not useful. more."

The man in yellow said with a smile: "It goes without saying that there must be some adventure, and I don't want to take advantage of us. There are strong people with four and five apertures, I'm afraid he won't worry about it."

Xiang Lao was silent for a moment, and a trace of worry flashed between his eyebrows: "I don't want to take any advantage, I'm just afraid that something will happen to him. If something goes wrong, neither you nor I have any good fruit to eat."

"So, you go and tell him..."

"I see."

After a while, the man in yellow reappeared in front of Yan Tianrui and said, "The helmsman has already agreed, but there is one thing. The helmsman wants me to protect the son's safety closely."

"I need your protection?"

Yan Tianrui sneered, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he pondered: "Be honest with me, don't think about making any crooked ideas."

"But the rudder master explained..."

"Don't talk nonsense, it's good to allocate manpower to me, otherwise, after I return to the sect, hehe."

Yan Tianrui laughed grimly, which made the man in yellow shudder.

The Blood Cloud Sect's methods are brutal and vicious, and the sect has a strange atmosphere. Even senior brothers and sisters will be suspicious of each other.

Yan Tianrui has long developed a cautious style, and he doesn't want any other accidents to happen to the sword box that Lin Yun is carrying.

If other people recognize the origin of the sword box, it is impossible to guarantee that he will not have any thoughts.

Therefore, it is impossible for him to agree to the request of the person in yellow to protect himself.

Besides, to deal with Lin Yun, he believed that he was enough alone. To ask for more manpower is nothing more than fear that the other party will escape, just in case.

...

In Ziyan City, Wanbao Pavilion belongs to another courtyard.

Lin Yun was in the courtyard, holding the Thunder Sound Sword Technique, pacing slowly, nodding frequently.

What Tong Hu said was true, the Leiyin swordsmanship was indeed extremely powerful. It seemed simple, but it had many changes, and was comparable to the super-quality innate swordsmanship.

Gusty Wind, Falling Flowers, Flying Snow, Chasing the Moon, Divine Sky, a total of five styles. On the surface, each formula has nothing to do with Leiyin, so it is difficult for people to understand.

If you don't understand the meaning, I am afraid that you will not be able to practice this thunder sound sword technique in ten years or a hundred years.

But Lin Yun was different. He was astonishingly intelligent and extremely talented.

Two days later, when he picked up Leiyin Sword Technique again, he was already a little worried.

The so-called gust of wind should refer to the wind whistling like thunder, and the true meaning of it is a fast word. Falling flowers, falling flowers for a moment, fleeting, the true meaning of which is still a quick word. Flying snow, like clouds rising, like snow flying, clouds rising and snow flying. Chasing the moon, fast to the peak, chasing the stars month by month.

"The first four moves are linked together, that is, the wind, flowers, snow and moon, but it is not that there are hundreds of flowers in spring and the moon in autumn, and cool breeze in summer and snow in winter. If you are confused by appearances, I am afraid that you will never succeed in cultivation. There is only one true meaning from beginning to end. word, hurry!"

"As for Shenxiao..."

Lin Yun smiled slightly, and he already had the answer in his heart.

Placing the sword box squared on the stone table, Lin Yun solemnly opened it and took out the funeral foil sword covered with roses.

Clang!

Pulling the sword out of the sheath, a rush of autumn water lashes out, and the stray lustre on the sword is soul-stirring and haunting.

Lin Yun's face was overjoyed: "After raising it for so long, I have finally reached the level of a mid-grade profound weapon, which is not bad. A good sword must be matched with this good sword technique!"

In his heart, Lin Yun's clear eyes shone brightly.

call out!

With a single finger, the sword power all over his body suddenly condensed, and a half-step sword intent stabbed out with this sword.

In an instant, the breeze in the courtyard seemed to slow down.

"Half-step sword intent is really mysterious, and it's time to officially practice this thunder sound sword technique."

With a slight wrist of his right hand, Lin Yun held the hilt with his backhand, so that the entire sword body was attached to his arm, his eyes were incomparable!

In a flash, three days passed.

Day and night, Lin Yun was nervously comprehending the Leiyin swordsmanship and did not dare to slack off.

Thunder Shadow Swordsmanship, Gale Style!

Lin Yun snorted softly, shhhhh, nine swords in a row, and the moment when the nine swords and shadows overlapped, a shocking gust of wind broke out.

"Not enough, come again!"

The young man looked sharp and roared. The sword came out, the wind rose, and in one breath, eighteen swords came out in a row.

When the eighteen sword shadows overlapped, the sound of the wind had already blown the big tree in the courtyard, as if it was about to be uprooted.

"It's still not enough!"

Lin Yun was like crazy, he kept practicing, kept practicing.

When he realized the true meaning of Gufeng Style, he made rapid progress, and the mystery of Thunder Sound Sword Technique was constantly absorbed and refined by him.

Three days later, Lin Yun swung out his sword, and 9981 sword shadows were scattered. The moment the sword shadows overlapped, there was a thunder in the courtyard.

Bang!

The four connected guest rooms fell apart in an instant, turning into dust under this sword.

"The wind roared like thunder, I finally did it!"

Lin Yun, who was in ecstasy, did not withdraw his sword. Taking advantage of the thunder-like sword power at the moment, he launched another sword.

Thunder Shadow Swordsmanship, the second style, Falling Flowers!

In Lin Yun's world, the world was pitch black, and a desolate rose slowly fell, waiting for the moment when the falling flower overlapped with the big tree in the courtyard.

The sword in his hand stabbed out at the same time.

Click!

The flower fell for a moment, and it was fleeting, and the rose flower was cut in half by this sword. The old tree in the courtyard was broken into two at the same time, and the gap was as smooth as a mirror.

Lin Yun took a deep breath, looked at the gap in the broken tree, and sighed softly: "This should be regarded as the sword technique that I have mastered the longest. After all, it took a full eight days to barely practice two moves."

Can't wait any longer, it's time to find the Lava Heart.

The last three styles, just comprehend it on the way, if you miss the time when the seal of Qingyang Realm is opened, it will be troublesome.

After packing up and preparing, Lin Yun put the sword box on his back, tied his cape, and went to Wanbao Pavilion to say goodbye to Tong Hu.

"Hey, how's your comprehension of swordsmanship?"

When Tong Hu met, he asked about Leiyin swordsmanship. He was quite confident about the power of this swordsmanship.

As for Lin Yun, it is hard to say whether he can practice it or not.

Lin Yun thought for a while, and told the truth: "It's not very smooth."

"Don't be discouraged, this is a swordsmanship that is comparable to the super-grade innate martial arts. If you can practice a move before the seal of Qingyang Realm is opened, you will be regarded as a swordsman genius!"

Tong Hu said comfortably with a smile on his face, but he secretly said in his heart that it was right if it didn't go well.

Lin Yun put on his bamboo hat and pouted, but still didn't say anything, and said with a smile, "Farewell."

"Brother Lin, good luck!"

Tong Hu gave each other each other, watched the other party leave, and laughed softly: "Little guy, it's a bit interesting, it makes me a lot of money every time!"

"Boss, boss, it's not good."

Just at this moment, a young servant walked over in a panic, looking uneasy.

Tong Hu frowned and scolded: "What are you panicking about, what are you talking about directly."

"The other courtyard that Young Master Lin lived in is gone... gone!" The little servant said hesitantly and with great difficulty.

Tong Hu had a strange look on his face and waved his hand: "Take me to see it."

After a while, Tong Hu understood what the little servant meant. The four guest rooms in the other courtyard, together with the ancient wooden furniture in them, turned into a pile of dust at the same time.

His expression was strange, and he came to the broken tree, thoughtful.

He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the gap in the broken tree.

Fingertips, not stained with the slightest dust.

Looking at the clean fingers, Tong Hu's face was ashen, and he laughed at himself: "This is also called understanding that it is not smooth, are you playing me?"

With his eyesight, he could see at a glance that Lin Yun had practiced at least two moves.

The wind roared like thunder, and the flowers fell for a moment!

Wan Feng's thoughts that day appeared on Tong Hu, making him wonder if Lin Yun was a little too cheap.

Tong Hu, who has always come from Xu and never made a loss-making business. For a time, it seemed quite depressing.