Ma Kui said nothing, walked over with a cold face, and began to search Lin Yun carefully.
More and more people gathered under the stage, holding their breath and refusing to look away.
Arms, empty!
My chest is empty!
Behind it, empty!
Legs, empty!
Nothing...
Ma Kui's face was gloomy and he said coldly: "Take it off!"
According to his words, Lin Yun took off his sect's robe.
But there was still nothing. Ma Kui rummaged through his clothes carefully and couldn't find even a piece of wire, let alone any hidden weapons.
The sun shines on Lin Yun's strong body. The tibia and muscles that have been tempered by Qi and blood are extremely strong. There are only some injuries on the skin, which are very glaring. There are new injuries and old marks.
"Damn it, you sword slave, why are you wearing a headscarf?"
When nothing was found, Ma Kui was furious and pulled off his turban.
But a strip of cloth, naturally there is nothing.
When the turban is gone, the purple Sword Slave mark between the eyebrows is particularly eye-catching. It makes some people frown slightly and show disdain, causing quite a few whispers.
Compared to the furious Ma Kui, Lin Yun closed his eyes and felt no fluctuation in his heart.
I just recalled some past events and some sad memories.
"Xijian Pavilion lost a sword belonging to an inner disciple. I asked, did you steal it?"
Zhou Ping kicked the original owner to the ground and said viciously.
The original owner looked frightened, and was extremely anxious deep inside. He was trembling when he spoke: "No... no, no, Senior Brother Zhou, listen to me, the sword... I will definitely not steal it. I will not steal it."
People and things.”
"How dare you talk back!"
The scabbard in Zhou Ping's hand hit the original owner's back hard, and he said in a deep voice: "I said you stole it, you stole it. If you can't find the sword, use the elixir Su Ziyao gave you to pay the bill, otherwise I will
Drive you out of Qingyun!"
"Even if he stole it, it must be his!"
"Who else but him!"
"He must have stolen it. From the way he usually pretends to be serious, he is not a good person."
The servants around pointed at the original owner and talked all over the place.
"I...I, no."
The original owner endured the severe pain in his back and his face twitched in pain. He wanted to refute but found that he was in so much pain that he didn't even have the strength to speak.
The scene changes, inside the dormitory of the utility room.
The original owner curled up alone on the bed, touching the mark on his forehead. In order to stay in Qingyun, he chose to become a sword slave today.
There was some uneasiness deep in his heart, and the pain that came from time to time between his eyebrows made him toss and turn.
But thinking of something, I gradually fell asleep.
Late at night, the original owner was severely beaten by a group of handymen.
I fell out and woke up with a start.
It was pouring rain outside the house, and the original owner was soaked all over. He asked in confusion: "What are you doing?"
"Go away, this is the service room, not a place where a sword slave like you should stay."
"You have become a sword slave, and you still want to sleep in the same place with us?"
Under the pouring rain, the original owner felt cold all over and couldn't wipe the rain off his face even after wiping it several times.
Through his eyes blurred by the rain, he looked at the servants under the eaves.
The original owner begged feebly: "Even if you drive me away, how about you wait until the rain stops and then let me stay one night?"
"Get out, get out quickly, you are a sword slave and have no right to live with us."
"This is your garbage, get out of here."
Someone else threw Lin Yun's package directly out of the house.
役! A group of miscellaneous battles, directly close the door.
In the middle of the night, under the rain.
The original owner was holding the package, soaked in the water, and the endless cold and loneliness surrounded it.
He was like Lin Yun, biting his lips, and turned away without saying a word.
The picture gradually disappeared, Lin Yun opened his eyes and looked at Ma Kui: "Find it?"
"I!"
Ma Kui said a word, but he couldn't talk about it anymore. He did not find anything.
But at this moment, he saw Lin Yun's waist storage bag, and he said in front of his eyes: "Storage bag, you hidden in the storage bag!"
absurd!
Everyone knows that it takes a lot of time to open the storage bag, and it takes some time.
If he did these in the battle, he could not hide it at all.
"If there is no hidden weapon you want in this storage bag, what do you plan to do?"
Lin Yun looked at Ma Kui, and asked Shen Sheng.
"If there is no hidden weapon for this storage bag, I will apologize to you!"
Ma Kui, who has been riding a tiger, is extremely anxious inside, there must be a hidden weapon, otherwise how my hand is injured!
"As you wish."
Lin Yun took out the funeral sword from the storage bag, held it in his hand, and took out some debris.
It feels a little troublesome, some hand, all the items in the storage bag came out.
rock!
Countless gold and silver treasures came out tilted. Under the sun, the eyes of many people were spent.
In addition to the treasure, it belongs to more than a thousand lower flavors, which is more eye -catching.
Guron, many disciples below, swallowed his mouth, and did not expect that Lin Yun had such financial resources.
The eyes stared straight at those spiritual stones, as well as the gold and silver treasures of the eyes.
Except for these two, everything else is inconspicuous debris, elixir clothing, dry grain monster and bustling
It is expected, there is everything.
Just without the hidden weapon that Ma Kui wants!
"Impossible, never!"
Ma Kui was crazy, and found a mess in it. When he saw a picture scroll ready to open it.
Lin Yun frowned, and immediately drank: "Stop your hands!"
"Hahaha, the hidden weapon must be inside!"
When Ma Kui was lighted up, he ignored Lin Yun.
boom!
Between the wind and the wind rising, I saw the funeral sword under Lin Yun's palm rotating crazy.
The next moment, Lin Yun carried his horn handle and stabbed with Ma Kui with the scabbard.
The sword body was carrying Lin Yun, flying like a lightning, and Ma Kui was rushed into the scabbard just after turning around.
Puff!
Spit out a bite of blood, flying out like a sandbag, and after falling to the ground, he groaned several times.
Everything happened between the light and fire stones, and no one expected, Lin Yun, who had always been calm, would suddenly shot.
As soon as he shot, it was so scary.
"Liufeng swordsmanship!"
"This is the killing trick of Liufeng sword method, gather swords to become wind!"
There was a sudden exclamation underneath, but some people recognized Lin Yun's sword move, and immediately caused an uproar.
Someone thought before that Lin Yun's rumor was a rumor of fake news, and he did not attack himself.
"Lin Yun, I don’t start the scroll, so I check it out."
The referee picked up the scroll on the ground and looked at Lin Yun.
Lin Yun didn't speak, nodded.
After touching it at will, after kneading a few times, the referee made a judgment and came to Ma Kui who got up.
"This is a very ordinary scroll. If you don't believe it, you can touch it yourself."
Ma Kui took the picture roll and touched it carefully, as he touched.
Its face becomes difficult to look a little bit. When it is determined that it is just an ordinary picture, the face is pale.
The scroll in the hand, swaying on the ground.
Thinking of what he said just now, he was scared to see the six gods without the Lord, and looked down at the stage.
A group of people with a loud slogan before, bowed their heads with a shame, and dared not go to see Ma Kui's sight.
So far, whoever dares to support Ma Kui is really a joke.
The hot sun, when he looked at it, Ma Kui felt a cold, cold sweat.
"Brother Lin Yun, I ... I just offended it, I didn't listen to it, and offended. No, it was Brother Lin Yun, Brother Lin ..."
Ma Kukou said nothing, his face was as ugly as he ate pork liver.
We put on the ancestral gown, and Lin Yun didn't look at Ma Kui at a glance and turned his back. Only two words floated out of his mouth.