"If it hadn't been for my senior brother's kindness, I'm afraid that the old monk would have died by now. Before he left, my senior brother gave each of the four Vajras in the Bodhidharma Hall a thumbs up. Humph! I think the Shaolin Temple is a true sect of martial arts and this title is in vain.
!" The woman sneered repeatedly.
Five young men also echoed, saying yes one after another. Gong Yunyi smiled and said: "When it comes to Shaolin, it was okay a hundred years ago. But in Shaolin today, the real masters are dead and walking, and the name has become nothing. No matter what
Wudang or Qingcheng can hardly live up to his expectations."
"Qingcheng is an authentic martial arts sect with countless masters. Of course, Shaolin cannot compare with it." "Brother Zhao's master's palm skills are unique in the martial arts world and cannot be compared with Shaolin!"
You flattered these people, and I flattered them. They were talking happily. Lin Yang sneered secretly on the side. These people were exaggerated and arrogant, without any true temperament of warriors. At this time, a young man walked next to him, wearing a
Wearing an old gray Chinese tunic suit, he is eighteen or nineteen years old, handsome and upright, with a look of sadness in his brows.
This man sat down opposite Lin Yang, nodded to Lin Yang and then bowed his head in silence. He held a long cloth bag in his arms, cherishing it very much. Lin Yang guessed that the thing in the bag was most likely a sword.
Lin Yang smiled and asked: "Friend, what do you call me?"
The young man raised his head and said, "Zhan Yu, which sect are you an expert in?" After he spoke, the worry between his brows immediately disappeared.
"I am Yang Lin. I have been ordered to come here and have a look. Is that a sword that Brother Zhan is holding in his arms?" Lin Yang asked casually.
Zhan Yu stared blankly at the long cloth bag, with a strange light in his eyes, "It's a sword, do you want to see it, friend?"
Seeing that his expression became weird, Lin Yang felt a little moved in his heart and smiled faintly: "Of course it's good if Brother Zhan is willing to show me."
Zhan Yu smiled miserably and slowly untied the cloth bag, revealing a long sword with a purple sheath. With a "choking" sound, the long sword was unsheathed. The sword was like autumn water, with green light, and the sword body was covered with cloud patterns. Look.
It looks like a rainbow crossing the sky when it goes up.
"This sword is the ancient famous sword Qinghong. The Qinghong Sword Sect got its name from this. It has been more than a thousand years since the Tang Dynasty! Now that the sword is here, I would like to ask the Shenwu Hall to let my junior sister go. The Qinghong Sword is the Shenwu
All of the church."
Lin Yang changed his mind and immediately understood the whole story. Zhan Yun heard a very thin voice in his ears: "I am not from Shenwu Hall. The two gatekeepers have been hypnotized by me. Otherwise, how could you come in? You put
Give me the sword and I will rescue your junior sister for you."
Zhan Yun was shocked and doubtful, and Lin Yang smiled and said: "You don't believe me?" Based on Lin Yang's words, Zhan Yun should not believe him, but for some reason, he was sure in his heart that Lin Yang would not lie to him, and he himself was surprised by this.
an idea.
Lin Yang said: "Even if I am lying to you, your Qinghong Sword will be handed over to someone else today no matter what. What are you afraid of?"
Zhan Yun thought for a moment, then held up the sword with both hands, "I believe it!"
Lin Yang took the sword and said with a smile: "Because you trust me, I will try my best to help you today." He stood up with the sword and strode towards Gong Yunyi's table.
Gong Yunyi and several other young men immediately looked over. When Lin Yang came closer, Gong Yunyi smiled and said, "Who does this sword belong to? This sword looks good."
Lin Yang sneered, "This sword is the Qinghong Sword you want. I am the successor of the Qinghong Sword Sect. Release my junior sister quickly!"
Everyone was startled and stood up one after another, their figures swaying, and Lin Yang was surrounded in a moment. Zhan Yun, who was in the distance, was secretly happy. At this moment, he had concluded that Lin Yang had not lied to him. His own skills were low, so this time he would not
He came here with the intention of dying, but now that he had an expert to help him, he immediately had hope of survival in his heart.
"Good boy! How did you get in?" There were two experts watching at the door. It was impossible to let him in without a sign.
Lin Yang said: "It doesn't matter how I came in. Let me ask you, didn't you say that if you hand over the Qinghong Sword, you will let my junior sister go? Where is my junior sister?"
The woman surnamed Qin who just spoke sneered, "You are so bold! Did you break into the Shenwu Hall if you wanted? The Qinghong Sect disobeyed the orders of the Martial Alliance and secretly hid the Qinghong Sword. If you hadn't fled with the sword, you would have been killed."
Hand over the sword quickly, maybe we can spare your life!"
Lin Yang swept away everyone, "Let go of my junior sister first."
"Boy, your junior sister hurt my finger. I haven't taken care of her yet. How could you let her go?" shouted a young man with a long face. Lin Yang found that most of the people here were young people, and thought to himself, it seems that most of the Shenwu Hall is young.
People should be organizations created by themselves. They are used to oppress small sects and dominate others.
"If you want a sword, you can, but I want to see your mastermind!" Lin Yang said.
"Who are you? Your old ghost master is not qualified to see our hall master! He didn't bring the sword that day, and the hall master killed him with one sword. But if you bring the sword today, maybe your life will be spared.
Put down your sword quickly and tie your hands, otherwise you will be dead!"
Lin Yang said calmly: "Let my junior sister go first!"
"Boy, you won't shed tears until you see the coffin, okay. Your Qinghong Sect is also famous, and I, the Qingcheng Sect, also use swords. I will use Qingcheng Sword Technique to learn your Qinghong Sword Technique!" Gong Yun
Yi sneered with disdain. Although the swordsmanship of the Qinghong Sect had some characteristics, it could never be compared with a major sect like Qingcheng. He was absolutely sure to win.
Seizing the Qinghong Sword and handing it over to the hall master was a good opportunity to please him. Lin Yang stared at Gong Yunyi and said, "Swords have no eyes. If I hurt you, I will become enemies with the Qingcheng Sect."
Already?"
Gong Yunyi's face turned blue with anger, "Fart! If you could beat me, the Qinghong Sect would have already become famous in the martial arts world. Stop talking nonsense and take action! This is your last chance to survive!" Gong Yunyi
He is one of the leading figures among the people. When he said this, no one objected.
Lin Yang pulled out the Qinghong Sword. Under the sun, the sword flashed with a blue light. Lin Yang stretched out his finger and flicked the sword, and a dragon roar sounded. Lin Yang laughed and said: "The Qinghong Sword is bleeding when it is unsheathed."
, Your Excellency, please be careful!"
Gong Yunyi coldly sneered, "How dare Mi Su compete with Haoyue for her glory!" With a "choking" sound, she picked up the sword in her hand and took a step forward, "You can draw your sword now!"
Lin Yang's right arm shook, and the long sword buzzed, and a purple light about half a meter long erupted from the tip of the sword. Everyone exclaimed, "Sword Light!"
The sword can emit sword light, which shows that the inner strength of the person coming is unpredictable. Gong Yunyi's forehead has broken out in cold sweat at some point. Lin Yang smiled slightly, "Since you insist on letting me take action, I have no choice but to accept it. I just
If you can catch a sword when it comes out, you will be lucky. If you can't catch it, you will bear the consequences!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Yang moved forward with lightning, the tip of the sword tore through the air, and stabbed with a "whoosh". There was nothing flashy about this move, only speed, so incredibly fast that everyone could only feel the movement in front of them.
Hua, the tip of Lin Yang's sword had already pierced Gong Yunyi's throat with a "silk" sound.
"Brother!" There was a shrill scream from behind, and a figure rushed towards him like crazy. Lin Yang took three steps back in a flash, and Gong Yunyi spurted a stream of blood from his throat, and there were several strange "gurgling" sounds in his throat, and slowly
He fell into the woman's arms.
Lin Yang's right arm shook, and the blood beads on the sword turned into a ball of blood mist and dispersed, and he said solemnly: "I want to see your hall master, or one of you can accompany me to practice some sword skills with me!"