There was doubt in Lin Yun's eyes. He stood up slowly without any intention of leaving. He pondered: "Isn't this assessment just an empty word?"
"Yes, there is nothing, no dust, what should I do?"
The white-haired old man sat cross-legged on the front desk and said with a smile: "Of course it is time to absorb the ubiquitous sword spirit here. The thirty-six wooden houses are guarded by the holy soul left by the sword master. We are all here to stay."
He has mastered the sword intent above the ninth level."
"It is everywhere like water, but it is as incomprehensible as air. Most people are unable to detect this power. Because your realm is too high, you only need to feel it in a stick of incense and absorb a little to pass.
Already."
A sword intent above the ninth level?
Lin Yun thought thoughtfully, if it was true, then just a little bit would be huge enough for him.
So, did I understand it wrong?
Lin Yun was a little embarrassed and said sarcastically: "I thought it was forgetfulness. Let our bodies and swords full of dust forget about the beauty and dust. Let the windows be clear and dust-free like this wooden house."
Contempt flashed in the eyes of the white-haired old man, and he sneered: "You kid is so good at pretending, I didn't think you were really good at it."
"How old do you have to forget? We are all old people who have lived for more than a thousand years, or even thousands of years. You are a blank sheet of paper in front of us. What do you want to forget? This is not what you should do in this realm.
thing."
"It made senior laugh."
Lin Yun said calmly.
"Oh."
The white-haired old man sneered and said: "Although you failed, you still have the heart of the sword, and the sword intention is more powerful than anyone else. It would be a pity to lose like this, so I originally planned to light the green incense and give you another chance.
.”
He yawned and said lazily: "But now, I'm in a bad mood, so get out of here!"
After saying that, he lay on his side on the desk, supporting his head with one hand and closing his eyes slightly.
It looks like he is asleep, but in fact there is a gap secretly left.
Acting like this was actually just to convince Lin Yun.
There's nothing I can do about it, this kid is so pretentious!
The old man is a dead man, but he still pretends like this in front of me, let’s see how you cry.
Lin Yun shook his head, turned around and murmured: "Can others not be able to do it? But I obviously did it, it's really strange."
"Boy, stop!"
When Lin Yun was about to push the door open, the old man sat up with a start, his eyes were as bright as fire, and he shouted in a deep voice: "What did you just say? What did you do?"
Lin Yun turned around and said: "To return to my senior, I did forget something just now. The Sky Sword Intent has become purer, and I have even mastered the complete Sword Intent just now."
"Nonsense, how is it possible? You are just a little older, why are you pretending to be with me? Show me the sword sea!"
The old man said he didn't believe it, but his expression was anxious, and he rushed over.
Lin Yun thought for a while, then opened the gap between his eyebrows and let the other person's consciousness come in.
In the sea of swords, an old man with a white beard immediately appeared.
He first saw a blue dragon. The blue dragon was pure and flawless. It didn't look like a living creature. It was like a dragon in a painting, free from any dust.
The purple dragon scales, the slender dragon body, the sharp dragon claws, and the eyes are all deep and pure.
"Azure Dragon Sword Soul? There's something there, boy. The azure dragon is only over ten feet tall. It's so clean that it's a bit shameful. It's too pure."
call out!
Just as the old man was feeling his breath and sighing, a little golden man opened his eyes, and his eyes were filled with unparalleled sharpness.
That gaze was cold and aloof, like a sharp sword. At a glance, it seemed as if thousands of swords were thrust in front of his eyeballs.
"Double Sword Soul!"
The old man was shocked and his expression changed drastically.
After waking up from the shock, he came to Lin Yun's sword sea, and the golden ocean turned into a calm lake.
"It's not a big area, but the lake is really clean. Except for a little bit of dust, it's really spotless."
The old man praised it, those little dust actually made the lake look more real.
And the dust is very transparent, as beautiful as crystal, and not offensive at all.
"How the hell did this guy do it?"
He has seen many unparalleled geniuses. At Lin Yun's age, those people had much larger swords than him, and their sharp edges were so terrifying that they could shatter the sky.
But Lin Yun's sea of sword intention only has a lake, which is extremely calm and restrained.
But the old man knew that this was just an appearance.
Just like the real sea, it seems not to be moving, but in fact it is undercurrents, moving all the time, accumulating edge.
Once it is unsheathed, the sky will be pierced by it!
Whoosh!
It all sounds very long, but the old man entered it in just a short moment.
When he came back, he looked at Lin Yun with a shocked face and murmured: "How is this possible...how on earth did you do it, how did you do it..."
Lin Yun said truthfully: "If you can forget, forget it. If you can't forget, don't force it. I tried it and found that there are quite a lot of things that can be forgotten."
The white-haired old man was silent for a long time.
After a while, he sighed: "You are such a genius, I really can't teach you."
"Is this difficult? Galaxy Sword Intent is really difficult..."
Lin Yun said doubtfully, it didn't seem difficult for him, it was far less difficult than advancing to the Galaxy Sword Intent.
"So you are young?"
The old man with a white beard smiled and said: "Is the Sky Sword Intent difficult? It's difficult, right? What about the Divine Sky Sword Intent? What about the Psychic Sword Intent? What about the Innate Sword Intent?"
His series of rhetorical questions steadied Lin Yun, and it took him a while to understand.
For an old man who has mastered the sword intention above the ninth level, looking back at these things, they are not really difficult.
As long as you have enough talent, no matter how difficult it is at the time, a real breakthrough will come naturally.
But what Lin Yun just did was many times more difficult than breaking through with sword intent.
"You must have habits that ordinary people can't match, so you can do it so easily."
The white-bearded old man said firmly.
"What habit?"
"Think about it, think about it carefully, think about it carefully, it must be there."
Lin Yun held his chin, pondered for a moment and then said: "If I have to say something, it is that I have practiced every sword technique to the realm of transformation, and I have this habit before I enter the innate world."
The old man with a white beard sighed: "It's no wonder. For many swordsmen, their training speed is rapid, and there are always new sword techniques for them to choose. One month, they were in Xiantian, and next month they may be Zifu, and they don't even remember it.
, how to forget."
The white-bearded old man's words were so enlightening that Lin Yun's eyes sparkled with light, and he thought of many things at once.
That’s it, if you haven’t remembered it, how can you forget it?
"What the old gentleman said is really good."
Lin Yun bowed his hands and bowed.
"Don't dare, don't dare."
The white-haired old man smiled and said: "This is the future sword god, I can't bear it... But I'm dead, old man, so it doesn't matter, hahaha!"
Lin Yun also laughed. When this old gentleman was still alive, he must have been an open-minded and lovely person.
"You can try this level again. Your lake is still too small. I will guide you personally!"
After saying that, he lit another incense stick.
…
Wang Muyan and Bai Shuying walked out of the wooden house almost at the same time.
Their expressions were calm and calm, making it difficult for others to tell whether they had passed this level.
The two looked at each other, Wang Muyan greeted with a smile, but Bai Shuying ignored it.
However, neither of them walked forward immediately. Instead, they stopped with a tacit understanding and found a place to sit.
"Sister Shuying, you are also curious about whether our little Tiantian can pass this test?"
Wang Muyan blinked and chuckled softly.
"What does it have to do with you?"
Bai Shuying looked indifferent and her eyes were calm.
"Haha, then you should stay away from our little Tiantian, he is my darling, you can't compete with me." Wang Muyan smiled charmingly, her voice was so hypnotic that others' bones would go soft when they heard it.
"You have so many dramas. Although it is unlikely that I will fall in love with him, he will never have contact with you again." Bai Shuying said calmly.
She was quite confident about this. Ye Qingtian had been waiting for her just now and what she said was quite sincere.
If he is truly a prodigal son, he will never have much contact with Wang Muyan and waste his talent in vain.
"Then let's make a bet. If he comes out later and comes towards me, you will not appear in front of him from now on."
Wang Muyan smiled seductively, raised her brows lightly, and gently touched her red lips with her fingers. The crystal red lips were as delicate as roses.
"Not interested."
Bai Shuying said this, but she remembered it in her heart. She glanced at the wooden house before looking away.
"hehe!"
Wang Muyan's expression was high, she took in all this and smiled with a devilish and evil look.
Not long after, Ye Feifan also walked out. He looked depressed and had no edge at all.
Failed!
He had worked very hard and even realized those water-like sword intentions were everywhere.
But when he wanted to refine it, it became extremely ethereal.
I have tried many methods and tried all means, but nothing works.
Ye Feifan is a very outstanding person. Whether it is his understanding or his talent, he is like no one among ten thousand, or even one among a hundred thousand.
But he was born into an aristocratic family, and his journey was uneventful. He lacked training and it was difficult to compare with Lin Yun who was killed in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Lin Yunyuan was walking very high for a while, and his cultivation was very strong, but without the opportunity, it would be difficult for Lin Yunyuan to walk.
If you cannot pass the state of mind, it will be difficult to become a saint.
Ouyang He also came out. He sighed and said nothing. The result of breaking through the barrier is self-evident.
After a while, people came out one after another.
Almost all of them had depressed faces. Those who had made it this far were all saints of the Tiandao Sect, and their talents were excellent.
But almost the entire army was wiped out. As Chen Zhong said, this level is really difficult.
"Has Ye Qingtian come out yet?"
Ouyang He suddenly asked.
"No. But the time has passed long ago, he should have failed." Someone said.
Ouyang He muttered: "This level is truly a test that does not require cultivation. With his understanding, he will not be unable to pass it."
Ye Feifan said coldly: "There is a difference between being able to pass and passing it once. If he wants to pass this test, he will have to wait at least three years!"
"That's right, for a newly promoted saint to have reached this point is already very good."
"If you pass this, you must be cheating!"
More than a dozen people talked in different directions. They were also a little afraid of being slapped in the face, but they still spoke very seriously.
There is no way, Lin Yuncai was promoted to a saint not long ago.
The time it takes for those among them to become saints ranges from three to five years to more than ten years.
If Lin Yun had passed, the gap would be too big.
Ye Feifan's expression has recovered, and he said with a rather elegant smile: "My clan brother is pitiful to my ancestor. After refining half of the Holy Source, my understanding is actually far behind."
"There is no way to compare with us. If you don't believe me, just wait and see. Once all the benefits of the Holy Source are reaped, it will immediately reveal its true colors. It is really not as strong as you think..."
Click!
Before he finished speaking, the wooden door opened and Lin Yun walked out.