Chapter 474

"Lin Yun, what's wrong?"

Seeing that he suddenly stopped, the gray-clothed deacon who led the way asked slightly strangely.

"fine."

Lin Yun showed a smile and motioned for the other party to continue to lead the way.

Just walking forward, I was still thinking about the question just now, who is Princess Fenghua?

After half an hour.

When the two came to the sect hall, the gray-clothed deacon cupped his hands and smiled and said, "Go in, Protector Mei has been waiting for a long time."

Nodding, Lin Yun pushed open the door and entered.

The grand sect hall, solemn and solemn, is empty with only one person.

In front of the patriarch's tablet, Hufa Mei turned to look at Lin Yun and said with a smile, "Boy, I heard that you are going to leave soon."

"Um."

Lin Yun told the truth and pondered: "There is indeed such a plan."

Hufa Mei came over and smiled lightly: "According to the usual practice, new young masters will choose to travel around the world. After all, there is no one in the younger generation of Daqin who is your opponent. I asked you to come here today. There are two things, the first one. what's the matter..."

It paused deliberately, hanging on Lin Yun's appetite.

Lin Yun was not in a hurry, waiting for the other party calmly.

"You kid, you're really not in a hurry, so I'll make a long story short. The first thing is of course the reward sent by the holy envoy. It was sent a few days ago, but I didn't bother you while you were in retreat. "

Hufa Mei took out a brocade box and handed it over.

Good weight!

The moment Lin Yun stretched out his hand to take it, his face changed slightly, and the small brocade box was extremely heavy.

What are you wearing?

Seeing Protector Mei motioning for him to open it, Lin Yun did not hesitate and opened the brocade box easily.

boom!

The moment it was opened, a dazzling light burst out. Lin Yun's eyes narrowed immediately, and when he looked closely, a strange color flashed in his eyes, and his mind suddenly became extremely excited.

Grade 3 Lingyu, ten pieces in total!

"This……"

Lin Yun said with a trembling voice: "It doesn't seem to be within the scope of the reward, right?"

The top eight have corresponding spiritual stone rewards, but Lin Yun remembered that the rewards were all second-grade spiritual jade.

As for the third-grade Lingyu, he dared not even think about it, even the High Heaven Sword Pavilion would not dare to give him such a rare existence.

In the Daqin Empire, apart from the four major sects, no sects can bestow the second-grade Lingyu on their disciples. Even the disciples of the sword pavilion, the third-grade Lingyu, is a legendary treasure for them.

If you are in the Xuanwu realm, a third-grade spiritual jade can even give birth to a profound vein directly.

"This is a reward that only you have, hell mode, the first person in ancient and modern times."

A look of pride flashed in Hufa Mei's eyes. After all, Lin Yun was able to have such an honor, and he also had his own contribution in it.

"I'll keep half of it, and the remaining five, Senior Mei, keep it."

Lin Yun thought for a while and said.

"Hahaha, you kid owes me more than five third-grade spiritual jades, don't think about paying it back so cheaply, keep it for this protector."

Not allowing Lin Yun to think too much, Protector Mei rejected him with laughter.

Then he stretched out his hand and made a move, but it was a soft armor wrapped with gold threads.

"This is a low-grade treasure golden silk soft armor, although it is only low-grade, but you must know that the treasures in the defense have always been very rare. The value is not lower than your Scarlet Flame Battle Flag, and it can save your life at a critical time. "

The voice fell, and Protector Mei took out another token.

"This is the Hidden Dragon Order. You can use this item to participate in the feast of dragons in a year. Remember to keep it safe and don't lose it."

In addition, there is a reward of 10,000 second-grade Lingyu, which is the normal reward for the top of the list.

The rewards are staggering.

"Okay, it's time to tell you the second thing."

The smile on Hufa Mei's face gradually subsided, becoming more solemn than ever. "Lin Yun, you should remember that I promised you that I would deliver the entire [Bajian] copy to you at the right time."

The Complete Sword of Domination!

Lin Yunxin immediately mentioned it, the power of the Bajian need not be repeated.

With just one move, Lin Yun, who thinks he has a superhuman savvy, could not achieve success after practicing for more than half a year.

You must know that ordinary swordsmanship can be accomplished in half a day in his hands, and can be accomplished in less than half a month.

One can imagine how terrifying the real Tyrant Sword is.

"Remember, Senior Mei once said that when my cultivation level is sufficient, I will detach the entire Bajian from me."

Lin Yun replied in a deep voice.

"Bajian is an uncompromising ground-level swordsmanship. Not to mention Da Qin, even if you look at the entire Nanhua Ancient Region, there are not many ground-levels that can rival Bajian."

In Hufa Mei's tone, there was a flash of unquestionable arrogance.

To dominate Da Qin, Lin Yun can understand that it is rare in the entire Nanhua Ancient Region to compare with it, is it a bit exaggerated.

Lin Yun whispered in his heart. Hufa Mei laughed softly: "I know very well what you think, kid, let me tell you so. The founder of Jian Wuming, not only swept the Qin Dynasty, but even the entire Nanhua Ancient Region, he was also a famous swordsman. It is one of the descendants of Jianzong, and Bajian is also one of the nine masters of Jianzong back then.

The most domineering line in school. "

"Sword Sect?"

Lin Yun was slightly puzzled, but it was the first time he heard of it.

"Back then, the Sword Sect was the strongest kendo sect in the Nanhua Ancient Region. After the demise, only the Heavenly Sword Sect remained. The Heavenly Sword Sect was less than one-tenth of the peak of the Sword Sect, but today, it is still the Nanhua Ancient Region. One of the nine major overlords of , do you understand?"

Only one-tenth of Tianjianmen is one of the nine overlords of the ancient South China region.

How strong was the Sword Sect in its heyday?

Lin Yun was astonished, and understood why Protector Mei dared to say the complete version of the Ba Jian, even in the ancient South China region, few can compare with it.

"However, although this tyrannical sword is strong, the threshold is too high. Just the starting style will make many people go into flames and die. Therefore, in the High Heaven Sword Pavilion, there are very few people who can really cultivate. Whoever owns the complete version of Bajian is even rarer..."

Protector Mei's expression was a little melancholy. No one could inherit such a powerful swordsmanship, which was a pity.

He had tried it himself, but he was not comprehensible enough, so he had to give up.

"Even if you succeed in cultivating the starting style to the state of perfection, I still advise you to be careful in the cultivation of this complete book of Bajian. Our elders of all dynasties have always felt that this book of swords should lack the corresponding swordsmanship. , that's why it is so difficult to cultivate."

Hufa Mei looked solemn, and carefully handed a jade slip to Lin Yun.

Missing the corresponding swordsmanship?

It should be inseparable from ten, when Lin Yun practiced his hands, he felt many imperfections.

"Bajian, there are nine styles in total, each of which is infinitely powerful and has its own changes. It can be performed alone or in cooperation with each other, but its cultivation method still has to be gradual and not rash. Unlike other exercises, once the Bajian goes crazy , the backlash suffered, you should be able to imagine."

"clear."

"Take care of yourself, I'll be waiting for you at Jiange in one year."

Hufa Mei showed a rare gentle smile, and said solemnly: "I'm looking forward to seeing whether you can show the style of the ancestor Jian Wuming in the feast of dragons."

"The feast of dragons, I will definitely not lose face to the sword pavilion."

Lin Yun replied in a deep voice.

Compared with his expectations, Lin Yun, who left the sect hall, seemed a little aware.

Anyone who knows the origin of Ba Jian is afraid that this will be the case. High Heaven Sword Pavilion, being able to entrust such precious swordsmanship to him means more than trust.

Lin Yun didn't know.

The moment he left, two more figures appeared in the sect hall.

Jian Xuanhe and Thirteenth Master appeared at the same time, looking at the back of him leaving with a solemn expression.

"Before entering the Purple Mansion, he can master the Innate Sword Intent, and his kendo talent is enough to control the Overlord Sword."

"It's just a feast of dragons... You and I were a bit stubborn back then. It's hard to say how far the little guy can go."

"The feast of the dragons, the killing of the sky, the battle of dragon luck, how cruel."

...

Back at Luojia Mountain, Lin Yun was not in a hurry to understand Bajian.

Instead, he took out a third-grade spiritual jade, practiced on the spot, and continued to condense his true essence Ziyuan sword strength with the Nine-layered Sword Art.

Although the real essence in his body is majestic and thick, it is not pure and concise enough.

Before the sword art was promoted to the ninth level, its true essence did not contain the Ziyuan sword strength, but only contained the cold radiance of the Ziyuan true essence.

Right now, all it has to do is to use its own true essence. All are refined into Ziyuan Jianjin, showing the true horror of this ancient sword art.

Sword tactics and ordinary exercises were originally different.

The same is the practice method. The true essence of the former is not known to be many times stronger than that of the latter.

Inheritance of the ancient golden golden age, the purple kite sword art, not to mention naturally.

In Lin Yun's heart, he also has a bigger ambition.

He wants to refine all the real essence into Ziyuan Jianjin, and then use Ziyuan Jianjin to condense it into a liquid to break through the realm of Zifu.

This road is bound to be very difficult.

But once it succeeds, the purple mansion he condenses will also be extremely tyrannical, far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Three days later, when the Ziyuan Sword Art made a big circle, Lin Yun slowly opened his eyes. Sweat dripped from his forehead, and tiredness flashed on his face, but the gleam in his eyes was terrifying.

That kind of sharp edge, like substance, seems to be able to pierce the void.

"Yes, this third-grade spiritual jade has successfully transformed one-tenth of my true essence, which is a pleasant surprise."

Looking at the third-grade Lingyu that had become ashes in his hand, Lin Yun showed a smile on his face.

However, he estimates that it is the first time that refining can have such a miraculous effect, and if it continues to refine later, it will definitely not be so fast.

"It's time to go."

Lin Yun whispered to himself.

Although there is reluctance to give up, but now in the Great Qin Empire, no one among the young leaders can compete with him. If you continue to stay in Jiange, you will not be able to progress, and you will have to leave sooner or later.

Taking out the long-written letter from his arms, Lin Yun sighed and left the letter on the table.

He was not good at words, and many emotions could not be explained in person, so he had to stay in this letter. I hope the brothers and sisters in Luojia Mountain can forgive him for leaving without a word.

"See you in a year."

Pressing his fingers hard on the envelope, Lin Yun's eyes flashed with determination, and he left quietly.

The setting sun is like blood.

On the avenue outside the gate of High Heaven Sword Pavilion, a youth in green clothes, riding a blood-red horse, ran wildly on the avenue.

The afterglow of the setting sun, draped over the boy, made the boy look extraordinarily beautiful.

Suddenly, a snow-white monster horse appeared in front of the road. It seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

Lin Yun reined in the reins, slightly puzzled.

Cross-armed on the horse in the middle of the road, the graceful and imaginative woman took off the hat on her head.

Facing the brilliance of the setting sun, there is a beautiful face that looks like a rose blooming.

Not Xinyan, but who else?

Lin Yun was stunned for a moment: "Senior sister."

"Little Junior Brother, if you want to leave without saying goodbye, have you asked our brothers and sisters in Luojia Mountain to agree?"

Xinyan smiled, and the beauty of the moment made people thrilling, making the afterglow of the sunset overshadowed by it.

"Senior Brother Lin Yun, we'll send you off!" I saw countless horses pouring out from both sides of the avenue, and all of them were familiar faces from Luojia Mountain.