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Chapter 1740: A Kind of Inheritance

Chapter 1740

Under the moonlight, the two of them were walking on the water with the sea breeze.

After a while, Yue Weiwei looked up and smiled, "It's hard to imagine that Brother Yun would say this."

The sea breeze blew on her long hair, and the blushing color on Yue Weiwei's face faded away a little, and the crescent-like eyes were full of gentleness.

It was really hard for her to imagine that Brother Yun would say such shy words.

Maybe it's true, maybe it's false, maybe it's true and false.

But so what?

Yue Weiwei tilted her head and suddenly smiled mischievously: "Brother Yun, is anyone talking about you scumbag?"

Lin Yun was a little stunned, and naturally thought of Xiao Bingfeng, and said a little embarrassedly: "Yes."

"puff!"

Yue Weiwei widened her eyes when she heard this, and couldn't help but cover her mouth and laughed. She kept laughing: "Brother Yun, why are you so cute? You can say not."

Lin Yun shook his head and said, "No matter what, I will not lie to you. As long as you ask and I will tell you what you want to know."

Yue Weiwei felt soft and in a trance, she understood why she was so infatuated with this fool.

She looked up at Lin Yun, with a hint of heartache in her eyes, and reached out to touch Lin Yun's face and said, "Is she the one you are close to? If not, I won't let her say it. If anyone dares to say it, I will tear her mouth apart."

Lin Yun reached out and held the other party's hand, and smiled and said, "I can't tell, you are quite domineering."

"Anyway, it's just not accurate, Vivi didn't even say it!" Yue Weiwei said seriously.

Lin Yun smiled and said, "She is Bingfeng, a little girl who has lived for 100,000 years. She loves to brag, cry, and plays with her little character. But it is still very reliable at critical moments. My Feng Qiuhuang was taught by her."

Yue Weiwei smiled and said, "That's okay."

The two talked and laughed, and Lin Yun told her a lot about Xiao Bingfeng, and Yue Weiwei listened very seriously.

Speaking of which, Xiao Bingfeng still likes Yue Weiwei quite a bit, and has stood up for her several times.

Lin Yun didn't hide anything and told the other party in detail. Yue Weiwei's eyes became more and more curious: "When I have the chance, I must see her. Speaking of which, I haven't seen that little thief cat for a long time."

“There is a chance.”

Lin Yun said softly, he also missed Xiao Bingfeng and Thieves Cat very much.

I haven't seen each other for almost a year after I parted, and now this girl is not sure whether she is alive or dead.

It is agreed that it is best if Tiandao Sect meets, so don’t break the appointment.

Three days later.

Lin Yun and Yue Weiwei saw the Holy City of Tianyu from afar. They stopped at the same time and looked at each other.

Yue Weiwei said, "Just come here. Brother Yun, be careful, I'll wait for you in Tianxiang Palace."

"Um."

Lin Yun nodded.

He wanted to go to the Tianyu Holy City to find fellow Sword Sect, so he had to be very careful. If he accidentally exposed the trouble, he would be very troublesome.

After the martial arts tea party, Lin Yun was well-known. Now, Lin Xiao, the top leader in Langya, is not known to him.

"Wait a moment."

After Yue Weiwei was about to leave, Lin Yun called her and took out Feng Leiqin.

"I have no relatives in this world, Brother Jiang is one. This is his relic, so you can keep it for me."

He had already made up his mind that the mark in the Fengleiqin had been removed.

For Lin Yun, Feng Leiqin and Burial Flower are equally important. One is his partner who has been with him until now, sharing life and death with each other.

The latter is a relic, carrying Brother Jiang’s longing and instructions.

"This...I can't ask for this." Yue Weiwei was a little stunned and then said seriously. She could still distinguish between importance.

Lin Yun said seriously: "Hold it, the purple jade divine bamboo flute is my mother's relic. If you don't, I'm embarrassed to keep holding it. Besides, you will treat the purple jade divine bamboo flute like me, Feng Leiqin."

"If Brother Jiang knew that this piano was given to you, I don't think he would blame me."

Yue Weiwei looked at Lin Yun, her heart was moved, and she naturally knew how important this thing was to Lin Yun.

After a long time, Yue Weiwei took Feng Leiqin and said, "I will treat it well."

Feng Leiqin and Purple Jade Divine Bamboo Flute, the two of them exchanged this time, which is equivalent to exchanging love tokens.

Yue Weiwei put away Feng Leiqin, stepped forward and hugged Lin Yun with her hands, and said softly in his ear. Lin Yun had heard that sentence many times.

After saying that, Yue Weiwei let go and quickly retreated, Zhan Yan smiled, and turned around and left.

"I don't care..."

Lin Yun thought of Yue Weiwei's words and kept watching her go away before disguising herself as she entered the Holy City of Heaven.

There are all three religions and all kinds of holy cities in the Tiandi Realm, so it is not difficult to find out about the news about the Sword Sect.

When Lin Yun learned that the few people had not left yet, he breathed a sigh of relief. If he had left, he would have to chase them, which would be a lot more trouble.

He did not rush to act and waited until the night fell before setting off.

The Sword Sect lives on a small island in the Baihu District of the Holy City. Maybe Ye Ziling and others don’t want to be high-profile, and the island is quite remote and quiet.

Lin Yun took a while to climb the island quietly.

It was a group of courtyards, guarded by disciples of the Sword Sect outside. Lin Yun was wearing a night-walking clothes and concealed his breath with a turtle god change. His figure rose and fell in various courtyards, looking for the residence of the sword crazy Zhao Yan.

He is a sword fool, and he is mostly practicing swords at this time.

Suddenly, Lin Yun stopped on an eaves, and a familiar figure was practicing some kind of sword technique not far away.

She was heroic and had a faint holy light on her body. The sword light was like a white dragon when she was wandering.

It was a sword technique that Lin Yun had never seen before, and it was not the ancient charm of the sword sect. Lin Yun was quite surprised to see it, and his eyes showed a look of relief.

"It seems that the ancient holy source harvested from the ancient battlefield is indeed a great opportunity." Lin Yun said softly in his heart.

Needless to say, the woman holding the sword is naturally the snowflake goddess Long Ye Ziling.

After a sword technique was finished, Ye Ziling took the sword and returned to the sheath. She looked at the White Dragon Saint Sword in her hand and showed a hint of longing in her eyes.

Now the holy sword is still there, but the person who sent the sword is still there.

"Junior Brother Lin, if you are here too, this martial arts tea party might be even more lively." Ye Ziling murmured to herself.

Suddenly, she frowned slightly as if she felt something and looked at the place where Lin Yun was.

However, when she looked up, Lin Yun had quietly disappeared and saw nothing.

Whoosh swish swish swish!

Lin Yun Jianxin noticed the movement in advance and wanted to take a few more glances, but he was not forced to retreat. Lin Yun, who was covered by the cover, had a complicated expression and was deeply touched.

He had been away for a long time, but the people of the Sword Sect did not forget him.

Half an hour later, Lin Yun finally found Zhao Yan who was practicing swordsmanship in a separate courtyard.

The opponent's move is agile and elegant, which is in a great contrast to his dull appearance. His sword is much sharper than others imagine.

Zhao Yan was thinking about it, recalling Lin Xiao's swordsmanship at the top of Langya.

The more you comprehend, the more you feel that the other party’s sword skills are unfathomable, and you are really frightened.

"How could anyone among his peers be so strong, with almost no flaws?" Zhao Yan stood with his sword in his arms, with a look of painstaking thought in his eyes.

He is a sword crazi and can be remembered by his eyes. He found some flaws after thinking about Tian Xuanzi's unique skills.

You can know how strong his spirit of study is. Zhao Yan may not be the strongest talent, but I am afraid that few people can compare with such persistence and perseverance.

Lin Yun is very optimistic about him. One day, Zhao Yan will definitely become a swordsman.

"It's true that it's the same as before." Lin Yun smiled under the mask.

Swish!

He turned into a terrifying geek and killed Zhao Yan in the courtyard like lightning.

"who?"

Zhao Yan looked shocked, and a cold sharp light burst out in his eyes. He answered him with a dazzling sword light.

clang clang clang!

The swordsmanship was too fast, and in the blink of an eye, Zhao Yan had to deal with it with all his strength, so he didn't even have the chance to call his companions.

But after a few fights, Zhao Yan's eyes gradually became confused.

The other party's sword had no murderous aura and seemed to be a little familiar.

"Thirty-six heaven!"

After Lin Yun used the Xiaoyao Nine Swords, Zhao Yan's pupils shrank suddenly and instinctively used the Tian Thirty-Six.

The two characters of heaven blasted each other in the air, bursting out a dazzling light, and the power of heaven continued to cleanse.

Without giving him a chance to think, Lin Yun raised his hand and made another Xiaoyao Nine Swords.

He used it very slowly, with his many insights inside, and sword shadows were everywhere in the courtyard for a while.

Xiaoyao Nine Swords burst out from Lin Yun's hand, just like Yaoguang taught him, Lin Yun today poured all his insights into it.

Soon we arrived at the fifth sword, the sixth sword, and the seventh sword. When the eighth sword was used, there was boundless murderous intent burst out from Lin Yun's eyes.

boom!

Zhao Yan's heart suddenly became extremely frightened. It was so terrible. This murderous intent was everywhere and was drilled everywhere.

The sword energy stirred in the void, separating his connection between heaven and earth, as if trapped in an endless dark abyss.

Whoosh swish swish swish!

Countless figures burst out from Lin Yun, and the sword lights intertwined between heaven and earth, as if strokes and strokes were drawn, constantly strengthening the cage that trapped him.

A bloody word kill appears.

Bang!

Before he could fall, his sword shattered in response. At that moment, Zhao Yan felt as if he had stepped into the gate of hell.

In the end, the sword failed to fall. At the last moment, Lin Yun put his sword back into the sheath and pulled down his mask.

The face of Lin Xiao, the top leader of Langya, is revealed!

"Lin Yun." Zhao Yan woke up.

Lin Yun smiled and said, "It's me."

Zhao Yan was a little stunned, then stepped forward and hugged Lin Yun fiercely.

After letting go, Zhao Yan smiled and said, "If the world knew that the burial flower lord was Lin Xiao, I don't know what I would feel."

"It's better not to know." Lin Yun laughed softly.

"Um."

Zhao Yan smiled and said, "Senior Brother Lin, go back with us. Everyone misses you and is worried about you. The head sect and several peak masters often talk about you."

Lin Yun smiled bitterly and said, "I want to go back too, but now is not the time. You still have to keep my identity confidential."

"I know this."

"Xiaoyao Nine Swords just now, do you have any questions? I will tell you all tonight." After the two of them sat down, Lin Yun said directly.

Zhao Yan was not polite, and asked for advice on his doubts and the sword skills he practiced at the martial arts tea party.

Lin Yun nodded from time to time and stayed with Zhao Yan, and the topic was basically centered on the sword.

After a long time, Lin Yun said nervously: "How is my master?"

"After you left, Master Yaoguang was brought back to the Sword Sect by the Sword Emperor Yu Qingfeng. It should be fine. I don't know anything about the rest. Master Yao never showed up and no news came out." Zhao Yan said truthfully.

Yu Qingfeng really owe him too much.

Lin Yun breathed a sigh of relief. Many times, no news is the best news.

His face was a little gloomy and said, "Where is Xuantian Sect? Is there any news?"

"No."

Zhao Yan said: "After the ancient war, Xuantian Sect became extremely low-key, especially Tian Xuanzi almost never showed up. The entire Xuantian Sect restrained a lot, basically only operating within its own sphere of influence, and the ancient domain became quite calm."

Lin Yun frowned slightly, and he was alert. What was this guy's idea? It didn't fit his personality.


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