Chapter 762

"It's time to go to the Xuanwu Palace."

Leaving Soul Sword Pavilion, Lin Yun looked at the sky and flew towards the Zongmen Xuanwu Hall with his arms outstretched.

The Xuanwu Hall is also an important place in the sect. There are various martial arts and martial arts displayed here. There are nine floors that need to be exchanged for the merits in the Xiaoyun Order.

The main peak of Jiange, in front of Xuanwu Hall.

Lin Yun fell slowly, he tapped lightly in the storage bag, and a cloud decree appeared in the palm of his hand.

Xuanwu Hall has a total of nine floors, and the corresponding level of Xiaoyun Token is required to enter the corresponding level. For example, the third-grade Xiaoyun Token can only enter the third floor.

Playing with the Xiaoyun Order in his hand, the past came to his mind, and Lin Yun was overwhelmed with emotion.

At the beginning, his strength was relatively weak, and in order to force him to forget the Seven Profound Steps, the elders of the pavilion caused him to bleed from his seven orifices, and his ribs were all broken.

But in the end, Lin Yun passed the opponent's test and not only got the Seven Profound Steps. He even got a promise from the other party to give himself the Purple Mansion Scroll of Seven Profound Steps, but it was a pity that he went too hastily.

He hurriedly left after taking Ba Jian from Protector Mei, but he forgot about it.

There is also another reason, that is, he was not promoted to the Purple Palace at that time, and he could not cultivate the Purple Palace scroll after obtaining the Seven Profound Steps.

Right now, things are different.

In terms of Lin Yun's current strength and cultivation, the Seven Profound Steps have long been unable to keep up with his own realm, and he is even a bit of a drag. If he hadn't cultivated it to the Transformation Realm, it wouldn't be enough.

But after all, it is its weakness, fighting against ordinary leaders, and can suppress the opponent with sword intent.

Confronting the real evildoer, I am afraid that if you move a little, all the movement skills will be flawed. If the opponent is not afraid of his own sword intent, he can be easily suppressed by a face-to-face.

Of course, the words are divided into two parts, his current psychic sword intent, few people in the ancient South China region dare not be afraid.

Taking back his thoughts, Lin Yun strode into the Xuanwu Hall.

Whoosh!

Just as he lifted his legs and stepped in, countless eyes fell on Lin Yun, and the disciples of the Jiange Pavilion quickly stopped their movements and bowed to salute.

The look in his eyes is in awe.

Today's Lin Yun is a mythical existence in High Heaven Sword Pavilion, and there are countless stories about him.

Especially after he came back, he punched Wen Yanbo with one punch, and was shocked by the sect.

"Is this Senior Brother Lin? He looks so young... He looks younger than me."

"It's really terrifying to be young. It is said that Senior Brother Lin chose his body technique in this Xuanwu Temple, and he suffered some hardships."

"Hehe, what a pain, it's just the test of the elders of the pavilion, you don't understand at all."

There are many new disciples in the hall, and they have never seen Lin Yun, and they are very surprised to see him so young. For some rumors, those disciples who had met Lin Yun in the early years were immediately scolded as people who had come over.

"Senior, long time no see."

Lin Yun came to the elder Shouge and bowed his hands. The elders of the pavilion are the same as before, their demeanor has not diminished, and their complexion is even better. When he saw Lin Yun, he seemed quite happy, waved his hand and smiled and said: "I don't dare to do it, now you are stronger than me, don't be an old man or something. You beat Wen Yanbo's old man with one punch. old man

But I've heard it before, so happy! "

The two chatted for a while, and Lin Yunyan returned to the original story and mentioned the purpose of this trip.

"The purple palace scroll of the Seven Profound Steps? I thought you didn't like it... With your realm, you should have cultivated other movement techniques long ago."

The Shouge elder looked over suspiciously.

But when he learned that Lin Yun had been using the Seven Profound Steps all the time, the pavilion elder was stunned for a while, then he said, "It's good, it's not necessarily a bad thing, come with me."

The two walked one after the other, and in the eyes of everyone, they walked towards the top of the Xuanwu Hall.

The higher the number, the fewer the number of people. By the seventh floor, there were no more disciples in the house, and the number of martial arts displayed became less and less.

When the two came to the door of the ninth floor, the elder Shouge sighed softly: "I didn't know when I came here last time."

Crunch!

The voice fell, the door was gently pushed open, and the room in front of him looked extremely empty.

On the top floor of the Xuanwu Hall, only three martial arts are displayed, each of which is sealed with an ancient stone box, which is quite mysterious.

"On the ninth floor of the Xuanwu Hall, there are only three martial arts, one is the Tyrant Sword, the other is the Lingxiao Sword Art, and the last one is the Zifu Scroll of Seven Profound Steps."

The elder Shouge introduced softly.

One sword technique, one sword art, and one movement technique, this should be the greatest heritage of High Heaven Sword Pavilion.

Lin Yun thought secretly in his heart, he knew the power of Ba Jian, even in Nanhua Ancient Region compared with the unique skills of the Nine Overlords. If you only talk about swordsmanship, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the strongest in the southern region.

After all, this was left by Senior Jian Wuming, and Senior Jian Wuming inherited Jianzong. Back then, Jianzong dominated the southern regions, but now the so-called nine overlords are nothing compared to Jianzong, and there is no comparison.

Lingxiao Sword Art and Qixuanbu Zifu Scroll, can be tied with Bajian, I am afraid that there are also advantages.

"Bajian, how many swords have you cultivated now?"

The elder Shouge looked at Lin Yun and asked suddenly.

"This disciple is stupid, and he has nine styles of Dominance Sword. He has not finished his cultivation yet. He has only cultivated to the sixth style."

Lin Yun didn't show any humility. His eyes were always above the top, and few people couldn't match his self-questioning savvy. As for the talent of kendo, it is even rarer to have an opponent, but in the practice of Bajian, he is struggling.

If it is not promoted to the psychic sword intent, he will traverse the mountains and rivers of Tai'a and Xuezhen in one breath, and I am afraid that now he can only master the four swords.

The elder Shouge stroked his beard and smiled and said, "Stupid? Back then, the ancestor of Jian Wuming, when you cultivated five swords, you could traverse the Southern Territory without taboos. With all nine swords practiced, the entire Xuanhuang Realm has no rivals. You cultivated five swords at a young age. This kind of kendo talent, I am afraid that it is not much worse than the ancestor."

"But it's a little strange, why didn't the old pavilion master and the thirteenth master give you this High Heaven Sword Pavilion. This kind of sword art is also not weak enough to be worthy of a tyrant sword. If you need it today, I will give it to you together. Bar."

The Shouge elder asked.

Right now, Protector Mei is in retreat, but he can call the shots in this Xuanwu Temple.

The main reason is that the feast of dragons is imminent, and some rules can be ignored for the time being, and special events will be handled specially.

Lin Yun waved his hands quickly. At first, the Thirteenth Master and the old pavilion master could see at a glance that he was carrying other swordsmanships and his origins were astonishing. Naturally, they would not give him the High Heaven Sword Pavilion.

"Senior, where did the old pavilion master and the Thirteenth Master go?"

Lin Yun asked curiously.

"They are real wizards. If they hadn't thought about Jiange, they would have left long ago. Fortunately, you showed up. Otherwise, if these two people don't know, how long will it take?"

Elder Shouge paused and sighed softly: "As for where to go, who knows? Perhaps, he has already left the Southern Region."

Click!

As he spoke, the elder Shouge opened the stone box on the table with a mysterious handprint and a drop of blood essence. "This is the Purple Mansion Scroll of the Seven Profound Steps, called the Soaring Cloud Art. If you don't practice other body techniques, it is not necessarily a bad thing. After all, the Seven Profound Steps are derived from the fragments of the Divine Art of the Sun. You are currently practicing the Soaring Cloud Art. In the same line, if there is a chance in the future, maybe it will be able to complete the daily magic, then

But it's amazing. Comparable to the ancient great witch, chasing the sun with his body! "

The elder Shouge said with a smile, then took out the jade slip of Tengyun Jue and handed it to Lin Yun.

Is this the Purple Palace Scroll of Seven Profound Steps?

Lin Yun's eyes flickered. Right now, his swordsmanship and physical body can be considered top-notch, and he is only short of the shortcoming of his body skills.

With this soaring cloud art, it should be enough to make up for it.

He had seen a lot of superb movement skills in the beast tide that was rare in the thousand years, not to mention the ruthless people like Wu Xiaotian. Qin Yang, the eldest disciples of the hegemon-level forces alone, are much smarter than him, and if they really fight, they will definitely suffer.

"This movement technique is quite mysterious. If you first enter the Purple Mansion, it may be difficult to comprehend it. You can comprehend it with your current cultivation level, but it is just right, and your practice will be much smoother, so let's take a look."

The pavilion elder smiled slightly.

Lin Yun nodded and put the jade slip between his eyebrows.

boom!

A magnificent picture suddenly appeared in my mind. It was a man in white who uttered a heavy burst and appeared in the sky in a flash. His steps are incomparably mysterious, ethereal and invisible, making people unpredictable.

Between the steps, there is golden light rippling, and the arms are stretched like the wings of the Golden Crow. The afterimages condensed by the golden rays of light, in the overlap and dispersion, are like countless golden feathers flapping, making the sonorous sound of Kunlun jade breaking, that is the golden crow roaring.

Lin Yun stared at the old man's strange movement, and he could barely keep up at first, but gradually it became extremely difficult.

In the end, the old man stepped in the void, like flying through the clouds and driving the fog, dodging and moving, just like a real golden crow galloping in the clouds, like a frightening flash.

The Golden Crow spread its wings and trembled, as if the barriers of the void had been pierced.

Soaring through the clouds and driving the fog, chasing the sun with your body!

The picture gradually disappeared, and Lin Yun's eyes flashed with all kinds of golden light, slightly confused. After a full two hours, the golden light in his eyes slowly dissipated, and he regained his usual agility. Obviously, he has gained a lot.

"Thank you senior!"

Lin Yun was overjoyed in his heart, this body technique was really good.

The old man who guarded the pavilion laughed. Lin Yun could see it well. After all, he was going to represent the sword pavilion to participate in the feast of dragons.

The stronger the strength, the more beneficial to the sect.

Time passed, and in the next few days, Lin Yundu practiced the Soaring Cloud Art in the depths of the sword pavilion.

Thousands of miles a day, rapid progress.

seven days later.

Outside the territory of the Daqin Empire, two figures slowly descended. They were from Xuanyang Hall in Youzhou, one old and one young.

The old man has a Celestial Soul cultivation base, which is also a Celestial Soul, but the vast coercion on this old man is far from what Wen Yanbo can match. If the two were to fight, Wen Yanbo would be defeated in a face-to-face encounter, and would not be an opponent at all.

But what is even more surprising is that the young man, he is young, standing side by side with the black-clothed old man, the coercion on his body is not too much.

The young man was Qin Yang, the monstrous evildoer Qin Yang who had fought with Lin Yun several times outside Mujian City.

"It's not easy to make a trip to this place, but it's finally here."

Qin Yang pouted, the aura of this remote area was thin, making him very uncomfortable.

The old man in black next to him was quiet and talked a lot, smiling without saying a word.

boom!

At this moment, in the hinterland of the Daqin Empire, a sword light shot up into the sky, stirring up the sky.

Across an extremely long distance, both of them sensed the terrifying power of this sword, and their brows were slightly wrinkled.

"There are people in this place who have been promoted to Heavenly Soul, and their breath is still so thick, they are not much weaker than those senior elders in my Xuanyang Hall, it seems to be the direction of the sword pavilion"

Qin Yang's eyes showed a look of surprise, he looked extremely surprised, and then he became serious again.

"It should be the closed-door Mei Pavilion Master."

The eyes of the old man in black flickered. After all, this sword pavilion was created by Jian Wuming, and there are still strong men.

"However, what should be done must be done." But Qin Yang's eyes were extremely firm, as if he had something extremely important to do, he had to go to the Jiange.