The Sovereign’s Ascension Chapter 102: Not so smooth

　　"Sword box? Is that sword box weird?"

　　

　　 Kong Yuan remembered that Yan Tianrui was injured by Lin Yun's sword box that day, and it was horrible.

　　

　　 Yan Tianrui's eyes shot a sharp look: "Don't ask if you shouldn't ask."

　　

　　 "Yes, yes."

　　

　　 Kongyuan wiped his sweat, and said in fear.

　　

　　 Although his cultivation base is much higher than that of Yan Tianrui, he does not dare to disobey the other party.

　　

　　 The other party’s father is a high-status elder in the Blood Cloud Gate.

　　

　　 As long as he is willing, he can destroy his little Confucian family at will, without daring to offend him at all.

　　

　　 What's more, this time Linghu dispute.

　　

　　 He originally promised the other party that he would enter the Linghu Lake and get the quota of refining innate spiritual milk.

　　

　　 As a result, I didn’t get the quota, but I was smashed into serious injuries. I had already made a huge mistake.

　　

　　 Right now, I dare not provoke Yan Tianrui at all, so I can only make amends carefully.

　　

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

　　

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

　　

　　 "It's unnecessary, you Kong family should not 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 at the branch of the blood cloud gate to deal with it. You Confucians will just be honest, and if this happens in the end. I may be happy and let my father come to Ziyan City in person. One trip."

　　

　　While Kong Yuan was puzzled, Yan Tianrui continued to talk non-stop, suddenly letting Kong Yuan's eyes shine.

　　

　　 Yan Tianrui’s father, but a real porch expert, if he can take a trip in Ziyan City...

　　

　　"Don’t worry, son, we will never leak any news about this!"

　　

　　 "I'm leaving now."

　　

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

　　

　　"Finally, you can escape this disaster safely."

　　

　　 Kongyuan’s ferocious face showed a trace of exhaustion, and dealing with the Blood Cloud Gate was really like walking on thin ice.

　　

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

　　

　　 But who knows that the peak turns, Yan Tianrui didn't bother him in the end, so that was enough.

　　

　　 Yan Tianrui, who came out of the Confucian courtyard, looked around, put on his hood, and left.

　　

　　 half an hour later, he stopped in front of a humble pavilion in Ziyan City.

　　

　　Here is the branch rudder of the Blood Bath Gate in Ziyan City.

　　

　　As soon as he raised his foot and stepped into the gate, two big men with fierce expressions, both of whom were innate, stopped him.

　　

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

　　

　　"Go away."

　　

　　 Yan Tianrui pulled off his hood, revealing the scarlet mask on his face. The two big men looked frightened and backed off quickly.

　　

　　 "I don't know if Brother Ben Zong came, I just offended him."

　　

　　A person walked in the lobby, wearing yellow clothes, extraordinary bearing, and congenital four-orifice cultivation base, looked at Yan Tianrui and said: "Are you a disciple of the elder of this sect?"

　　

　　 Yan Tianrui did not speak, and took out the sect 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 dread.

　　

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

　　

　　The person in yellow clothes looks respectful. Generally, he doesn't need such an attitude.

　　

　　 But Elder Yan is in the Blood Cloud Gate, and he is a fierce name, and an existence that cannot be offended.

　　

　　 Yan Tianrui in front of me, it is better not to offend him.

　　

　　 Yan Tianrui said in a deep voice: "I need to second ten martial artists with three innate orifices and twenty martial artists with two orifices innate."

　　

　　 The yellow-clothed man was slightly shocked, this is equivalent to the sub-rudder, one-fifth of the combat power.

　　

　　 An inner disciple, who has not yet had such power.

　　

　　 Considering the other party’s background, the person in yellow hesitated for a moment: "I need to ask the rudder master for some advice."

　　

　　 "Whatever you want."

　　

　　 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.

　　

　　"Lao Xiang, what do you think?"

　　

　　Xiang Lao is the master of the rudder and rudder of the blood cloud gate here, and he has reached the terrible state of the seven innate orifices.

　　

　　 "Elder Yan's face must be given to us. 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 having so many innate three or two orifices? He can seconde a powerful person with four or five orifices. , Not much useful."

　　

　　 The man in yellow clothes said with a smile: "Also, there must be some adventure, and we don't want to be cheap. There are strong people with four or five abilities, I am afraid he will not worry about it."

　　

　　 Xiang Lao was silent for a moment, and a worries flashed between his eyebrows: "I don't want to be cheap, I'm afraid that something will happen to him, in case there is something short and long, you and I have nothing to eat."

　　

　　 "This way, go tell him..."

　　

　　 "I know."

　　

　　 for a while, the man in yellow reappeared in front of Yan Tianrui and said: "The rudder has agreed, but there is one thing. The rudder wants me to protect the safety of my son."

　　

　　 "Do I need your protection?"

　　

　　 Yan Tianrui gave a sneer, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he muttered: "Be honest, don't think about making any crooked ideas."

　　

　　"But the rudder master explained..."

　　

　　 "Let’s stop talking nonsense and deploy the manpower to me, otherwise, when I return to the school, hey."

　　

　　 Yan Tianrui smiled twice, making the person in yellow shudder.

　　

　　 Blood Cloud Gate acts brutally and viciously, and the style of the sect is weird. Even the brothers and sisters will be jealous of each other.

　　

　　 Yan Tianrui has long developed a naturally cautious style, Lin Yun is carrying the sword box on his back, he does not want any other accidents to happen.

　　

　　If others recognize the origin of the sword case, it is hard to guarantee that there will be no thoughts.

　　

　　 Therefore, it is impossible for him to agree to the request for personal protection by the yellow-clothed man.

　　

　　 Besides dealing with Lin Yun, he thinks he alone is enough. Asking for more manpower is nothing more than fear of the other party's escape, just in case.

　　

　　……

　　

　　 Purple Flame City, in the courtyard of Wanbao Pavilion.

　　

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

　　

　　 What Tonghu said is true. The Thunder Swordsmanship is indeed very powerful. It looks simple, but it has many changes, which is comparable to the super-grade innate swordsmanship.

　　

　　 There are five types of wind, falling flowers, flying snow, chasing the moon, and heaven. On the surface, each style has nothing to do with Leiyin, so it is difficult for people to understand.

　　

　　 If you don’t know what it means, I’m afraid you won’t be able to practice this thundery sword technique for ten or a hundred years.

　　

　　 But Lin Yun is different. He has amazing understanding and talent.

　　

　　 Two days later, when he held up the Thunder Sword Technique again, he was already a little eye-catching.

　　

　　The so-called violent wind refers to the wind roaring like thunder, and the true meaning is a fast word. Falling flowers, falling flowers for a moment, fleeting, the true meaning is still a fast word. Flying snow, like a cloud rises up, like snow flutters, the cloud rises and snow flies. Chasing the moon, approaching the peak, chasing the stars month by month.

　　

　　"The four moves in the front are connected together, they are wind, flowers, snow and moon, but it is not a spring with flowers, autumn with moon, summer with cool breeze and winter with snow. If you are confused by appearances, I am afraid that you will never be able to practice successfully. There is only one word, hurry up!"

　　

　　"As for the gods..."

　　

　　 Lin Yun smiled slightly, already having the answer in his heart.

　　

　　 Squared the sword box on the stone table, Lin Yun solemnly opened it, and took out the burial sword covered with rose flowers.

　　

　　锵!

　　

　　 drew the sword out of its sheath, a blast of autumn water, the sheen of the sword body, moving, lingering.

　　

　　 Lin Yun looked happy: "After raising for so long, I finally reached the middle-grade mysterious weapon level, not bad. A good sword, of course, must be equipped with this good sword technique!"

　　

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

　　

　　咻!

　　

　　 casually pointed, the sword power all over his body suddenly condensed, half-step sword intent, pierced out with this sword.

　　

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

　　

　　"Half-step sword intent, really mysterious, it's time to formally practice this Thunder Sword Technique."

　　

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

　　

　　 The time flickered, and three days passed.

　　

　　 Day and night, Lin Yun is nervously comprehending the thunder-yin swordsmanship, and dare not slack off.

　　

　　 Thunder Shadow swordsmanship, gale style!

　　

　　 Lin Yun gave a soft, swish swish, nine swords in succession, and the moment when the shadows of the nine swords overlapped, a shocking wind broke out.

　　

　　 "Not enough, come again!"

　　

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

　　

　　 When the eighteen sword shadows overlap, the sound of the wind has blown the big tree in the courtyard swaying, seeming to be uprooted.

　　

　　 "Still not enough!"

　　

　　 Lin Yunzhuang is crazy, keep practicing, keep practicing.

　　

　　, he realized the true meaning of the violent wind, he made rapid progress, and the mystery of the thunder sword technique was constantly absorbed and refined by him.

　　

　　 Three days later, Lin Yun swung his sword, and ninety-nine-eighty-one sword shadows were scattered. The moment the sword shadows overlapped, a thunderstorm sounded in the other courtyard.

　　

　　嘭!

　　

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

　　

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

　　

　　 Lin Yun, who was in ecstasy, did not take the sword away, and took advantage of the thunderous sword power at this moment, and made another sword.

　　

　　 Thunder Shadow Swordsmanship, second style, falling flowers!

　　

　　In the world of Lin Yun, the world is pitch black, and a desolate rose slowly falls, waiting for the moment when the falling flower overlaps the big tree in the courtyard.

　　

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

　　

　　 Click!

　　

　　 The flower fell for an instant, 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 Changsu breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the gap in the broken tree, and sighed softly: "This should be regarded as me, the longest time to comprehend swordsmanship. Counting it down, it took eight days to barely practice two. Recruit."

　　

　　 can't delay any longer, I have to look for the lava heart.

　　

　　The following three poses, just by the way understand on the way, if you miss the opening time of the Qingyang Realm seal, it will be troublesome.

　　

　　 Packed and prepared, Lin Yun put the sword box on his back, tied the cloak, and went to Wanbao Pavilion to bid farewell to Tonghu.

　　

　　 "Hey, how do you understand the swordsmanship."

　　

　　 Tonghu asked about Leiyin swordsmanship when he met. He was quite confident in the power of this swordsmanship.

　　

　　 As for Lin Yun, it's hard to say whether he can practice it.

　　

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

　　

　　 "Don't be discouraged, this is a sword technique that is comparable to the superior innate martial skills. If you can practice a trick before the seal of the Qingyang realm is opened, you will be regarded as a kendo wizard of all kinds!"

　　

　　 Tonghu smiled and comforted, but his heart was secretly.

　　

　　 Lin Yun put on the hat, tried his mouth, but still did not say anything, smiled: "Farewell."

　　

　　 "Brother Lin, have a good journey!"

　　

　　Tonghu handed over and watched the other person leave~IndoMTL.com~ chuckled softly: "Little guy, it's kind of interesting, it makes me a lot of money every time!"

　　

　　"Boss, boss, it's not good."

　　

　　 Just at this moment, a small servant walked over in a panic, looking nervous.

　　

　　 Tonghu frowned and scolded: "What are you panicking? Just say something."

　　

　　 "The other courtyard where Master Lin lived, it's gone...it's gone!" The little girl hesitated and said with great difficulty.

　　

　　 Tonghu looked strange and waved: "Take me to see."

　　

　　 After a while, Tong Hu understood what Xiao Si was talking about. The four guest rooms in the other courtyard, together with the ancient wooden furniture, turned into a pile of dust at the same time.

　　

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

　　

　　 stretched out his hand and gently stroked the gap of the broken tree, smooth as a mirror, and smoothed it to the end.

　　

　　 Fingertips, there is no dust.

　　

　　 Looking at the clean fingers, Tonghu's face was as gray as death, and he laughed at himself: "This is also called comprehension not going well. Why are you kidding me?"

　　

　　 With his eyesight, he can tell at a glance that Lin Yun has practiced at least two tricks.

　　

　　 The wind roars like thunder, and the flowers fall for a moment!

　　

　　 Wan Feng's thoughts appeared on Tong Hu that day, making him feel a bit too cheap, Lin Yun.

　　

　　 has always come from a child who never runs a loss-making business.

　　

　　 For a while, it seemed quite depressed.