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 at all……
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 sect 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, and 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 I thought of something and 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 from head to toe. 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 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.
Bang! A group of handymen immediately closed the door.
In the middle of the night, it was pouring rain.
The original owner held the package, almost immersed in water, surrounded by endless cold and loneliness.
Like Lin Yun now, he bit his lip, turned around and left without saying a word.
The picture gradually disappeared, Lin Yun opened his eyes, looked at Ma Kui and said: "Did you find it?"
"I!"
Ma Kui said the word "I", but he couldn't continue. He really didn't find anything.
But at this moment, he saw the storage bag on Lin Yun's waist, his eyes lit up and he said: "Storage bag, your hidden weapon must be hidden in the storage bag!"
absurd!
Everyone knows that opening a storage bag requires distraction and takes some time.
If he did this in battle, there would be no way to hide it in full view of everyone.
"If there is no hidden weapon you want in this storage bag, what are you going to do?"
Lin Yun looked at Ma Kui and asked in a deep voice.
"If there is no concealed weapon in this storage bag, I, Ma Kui, kneel down and apologize to you!"
Ma Kui, who was already riding a tiger and could not get off, was extremely anxious. He must have a hidden weapon, otherwise how could my hand be injured?
"as you wish."
Lin Yun took out the funeral flower sword from the storage bag, held it in his hand, and took out some sundries.
Feeling a little troublesome, I took out all the items in the storage bag.
rock!
Countless gold and silver treasures tilted out, dazzling many people's eyes under the sunlight.
In addition to the treasures, there are more than a thousand low-grade spiritual stones, which are more eye-catching.
Gu Long and many of the outer disciples below swallowed their saliva. They never expected that Lin Yun had such financial resources.
His eyes were staring straight at the spiritual stones and the dazzling gold and silver treasures.
Except for these two items, the others are all inconspicuous sundries, elixirs, clothing, dry food, monster materials
Materials, everything.
There is just no hidden weapon that Ma Kui wants!
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
Ma Kui went crazy and searched around inside. When he saw a scroll, he was about to open it.
Lin Yun raised his eyebrows and immediately shouted: "Stop!"
"Hahaha, the hidden weapon must be inside!"
Ma Kui's eyes lit up, but he ignored Lin Yun and stretched out his hand to unfold the scroll.
boom!
A strong wind blew up in the field, and Lin Yun's burial foil sword was seen spinning wildly.
The next moment, Lin Yun held up the hilt of the sword and stabbed Ma Kui with the scabbard.
The sword carried Lin Yun and flew up like lightning. As soon as Ma Kui turned around, he was hit hard by the scabbard.
Phew!
He spat out a mouthful of blood and flew out like a sandbag. After falling heavily to the ground, he groaned several times.
Everything happened in a flash of lightning. No one expected that Lin Yun, whose face had always been calm, would suddenly take action.
Once he takes action, he is so scary.
"Flowing Wind Sword Technique!"
"This is the ultimate move of Liufeng Swordsmanship, gathering swords to form wind!"
Suddenly there was an exclamation from below, but someone recognized Lin Yun's sword move, which immediately caused an uproar.
Some people thought that the rumor that Lin Yun had mastered Liufeng Swordsmanship was false news and self-defeating.
"Lin Yun, I won't unroll the scroll, but just check it, okay?"
The referee picked up the scroll that fell on the ground, looked at Lin Yun and asked.
Lin Yun said nothing and nodded.
After touching and kneading a few times, the referee made a judgment and came to Ma Kui who stood up.
"This is a very ordinary picture scroll. If you don't believe it, you can touch it yourself."
Ma Kui took the scroll and touched it carefully, following his touch.
His face became harder to look at little by little, and when he was sure it was just an ordinary painting, his face turned pale.
The scroll in his hand fell to the ground with a swaying sound.
Thinking of what he had just said, he was so frightened that he lost his mind and looked down the stage in panic and helplessness.
The group of people who had shouted slogans so loudly before lowered their heads in shame, not daring to look at Ma Kui.
Now, whoever dares to support Ma Kui is really a joke.
The scorching sun was shining directly on his head, but Ma Kui felt that his whole body was cold and he was sweating profusely.
"Junior Brother Lin Yun, I... I was the one who offended me a lot just now. My words didn't sound right and my words were offensive. No, no, it's Senior Brother Lin Yun, Senior Brother Lin..."
Ma Kui spoke indiscriminately, and his face looked as ugly as if he had eaten pig liver.
Putting on his sect's long robe, Lin Yun turned his back without looking at Ma Kui, and only two words came out of his mouth faintly.
