Hall Master Wang handed the handwritten copy of the fragment to Lin Yun and said cautiously again: "There were inner disciples in the past who did not listen to dissuasion and blindly practiced the innate fragment. The results were miserable. Just observe carefully, broaden your horizons, and improve your martial arts perception.
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"Thank you, Bishop Wangtang, for your teaching."
After Lin Yun took it, he said in a deep voice that this innate fragment seemed to be a double-edged sword.
If you use it incorrectly, you will hurt yourself.
If you use it well, you can learn a set of basic boxing techniques from it, which will benefit the entire sect.
Hall Master Wang smiled and said: "Go on, there will be a mid-year assessment in two days. I look forward to your performance."
"Farewell."
After leaving the Martial Arts Pavilion, Lin Yun came to Deacon Yang again and made a request to purchase the Blood Transformation Pill.
"No problem, this is your right, but it's only for this time. According to the sect's price, you need to pay five hundred low-grade spiritual stones."
Deacon Yang took out the blood-transforming pill and handed it to Lin Yun, saying softly.
Now Lin Yun has reached a point where he is completely impressed.
He even had some doubts about whether he could defeat Lin Yun if the two of them fought against each other now.
And all of this happened in just two or three months.
Fortunately, Lin Yun doesn't seem to hold a grudge very much.
He didn't hold any grudge against himself because he made it difficult for him to become an outer disciple, otherwise the consequences would be really disastrous.
Only five hundred low-grade spiritual stones...
Lin Yun's heart was bleeding. He bought three pieces from Tong Hu at twice the price.
However, the supply of the sect is limited, rare goods are available, and if you spend a lot of money to buy them, you are willing to fight for them.
There were still many outer disciples in the Zongwu Hall hall. Lin Yun left calmly amid many envious eyes.
"Two days later, during the mid-year assessment, this sword slave will definitely soar into the sky!"
In the silent Zongwu Hall, a person suddenly spoke and said firmly.
the other side.
When Lin Yun came to his wooden house, he was completely stunned.
The wooden house left by the original owner has turned into a pile of ashes and is completely empty.
Chen Xiao's original fire burned the wooden house down to nothing.
At first glance, Lin Yun suspected that he had gone to the wrong place, and he dared to confirm after wandering around for a while.
"Senior Brother Lin
, after you left, Chen Xiao and his gang set fire to your house."
A passing sect disciple saw Lin Yun looking at the remaining ashes and was stunned on the spot, so he kindly told him the reason.
It seemed that his punch was a little too light.
"Senior brother, you can actually apply for a courtyard with the sect. It won't cost much."
When the disciple saw Lin Yun, he was still a little dumbfounded and didn't speak, so he reminded him.
Lin Yun turned around and said with a smile: "Thanks, I'll think of something myself."
"Senior brother, you are busy, I will leave first."
Seeing Lin Yun's stubborn refusal to listen, the man shook his head and left.
After voluntarily becoming a sword slave, the original owner was kicked out of the handyman's yard, came to this remote place where no one visited, and built this wooden house with his own hands.
The wooden house is simple and crude. It shakes when the wind blows and leaks when it rains.
But the original owner stayed there for two years and had no regrets.
He wants to stay in Qingyun Sect, he wants to protect that person's sword, he doesn't want to leave...
Because sometimes a turn around can mean a lifetime.
He stood thousands of miles away from the crowd, looking at Su Ziyao, who was everyone's attention, as unattainable as the shining stars. Perhaps, he had thought about catching up with her.
Now that the wooden house is gone, the original owner remains in this world, and the last traces have disappeared.
Lin Yun had a sullen face and said nothing. He kept searching among the ashes with his hands.
The remaining sawdust mixed with soil got into his nails. After a while, his hands were bruised everywhere, and the nail flesh overflowed with blood.
It's gone...there's nothing left.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find anything.
After a while, he found a torn piece of paper among the ashes.
Listed above are the various elixirs that Su Ziyao had given to the original owner, which were written by him himself.
call!
A gust of wind blew by, taking the piece of paper away from Lin Yun's hand, and it flew to an unknown destination.
Looking at the flying scraps of paper, Lin Yun was thoughtful. Since ancient times, the word love is the most difficult to understand.
The original owner's affection and secret love for Su Ziyao need no elaboration, even if he knew that there would be no result, and he knew that Su Ziyao would not look at him twice.
But as long as he could see her, the original owner would be satisfied. He said he was crazy, but he was actually stupid.
Is Su Ziyao wrong?
Of course, that's right. Why should she respond to a fool who can't even express his love?
Whose fault was that, the original owner?
of course not!
Even the humblest sword slave has the power to look up at the stars and use dreams as horses, let alone just have a crush on someone.
"you are right."
Looking at the invisible scraps of paper, Lin Yun whispered to himself.
After a while, he collected wood and rebuilt a wooden house.
There are two days left before the mid-year assessment, and Lin Yun has not mastered the remaining copy of the innate martial arts Dragon and Tiger Fist.
The innate residual copy is too complex and there is not enough time.
If you accidentally get trapped in it, your strength will be reduced.
After Lin Yun swallowed the blood-transforming elixir he had received in exchange, he took out the monster inner elixir that he had been carrying with him carefully.
boom!
The lingering aura of monsters on the inner elixir makes people feel palpitated. It is the unique evil aura of monsters.
Lin Yun, who has killed many monsters, now knows more about the value of this inner elixir.
Ninety percent of monsters have no inner elixir, and there is only one monster in a million that can give birth to an inner elixir!
The value of inner elixir cannot be measured by spiritual stones.
He wants to use this demon pill to break through the bottleneck of the fifth level of martial arts and advance to the sixth level of martial arts before the mid-year assessment.
Even if he swallowed five blood-transforming pills, he would be able to break through the fifth level of bottleneck within one month.
The difficulty is still very high, and the only way is to rely on this piebald tiger's demon elixir.
Without hesitation, Lin Yun opened his mouth and swallowed the demon pill that countless people dreamed of.
boom!
The demon elixir melts immediately at the entrance, turning into a surging and overbearing spiritual energy of heaven and earth, which explodes within his body.
At the same time, wisps of faint bright red aura floated out of his body.
That was the evil spirit of the spotted tiger, which gradually merged with his own aura while refining the demon pill.
Within the body, the third level of Pure Yang Kung is running wildly.
He wanted to subdue this domineering and surging demonic elixir power, but the domineering power of this power was still beyond Lin Yun's expectations.
Like a violent wild horse, it refused to obey the rules and ran rampant in Lin Yun's body.
His complexion changed unpredictably, turning green and white for a while, and even turned into an extremely scary black.
