Looking at the scene in front of him, Lin Yun showed a hint of joy on his face.
Although compared with the thousands of miles of white clouds and nine-day strong winds in the secret book, the power of this dragon and tiger is pitiful.
But in Lin Yun's opinion, it was completely enough.
With this technique, even if he faced a warrior at the eighth level of martial arts, Lin Yun was confident that he would not lose to the opponent in terms of momentum.
The excitement in Lin Yun's heart was beyond words.
He actually successfully completed the exercises in the innate remnant book, and it only took him two days.
If word gets out, I don’t know what kind of sensation it will cause.
Of course, in order to be able to do so smoothly, other reasons besides understanding are more important.
First, his Tiger Fist is at its peak, and he has a mysterious scroll. It can be said that no one in the entire sect can match him in terms of using the power of the tiger.
Second, in front of the candle dragon statue in the sect's main hall, it actually successfully aroused the gathering of Fengyun, allowing him to be enlightened and truly understand the artistic conception.
What’s more, after all, this dragon-tiger power is not a real killing move, and it’s not too incomplete.
With the above conditions, it would not be possible without Lin Yun.
"Just the prestige is so terrifying. When the Dragon Tiger Fist is actually used, it will be so amazing!"
Lin Yun softly exclaimed as he looked at the big tree in front that was broken by the force of the dragon and the tiger, and the ground washed away like rain.
Dragon Tiger Fist is just a perfect fit for him.
It's a pity that it's only a fragmentary copy. It's not easy to learn the power of dragon and tiger.
In the next three days, Lin Yun worked hard to practice the power of dragon and tiger. He did not want to do whatever he wanted. At least he had to be able to perform it smoothly in desperate situations and achieve a small success within fifteen days.
The extra trump card he finally got gave him a lot of confidence in his battle with Zhou Yun.
Of course, you have to take good care of it!
"Senior Brother Lin, I have your letter."
Five days passed by, and Lin Yun, who woke up early in the morning, suddenly received a letter.
"Who sent it to me?"
"The messenger didn't say anything, senior brother, I'll take my leave now."
The visitor smiled and left quickly without staying.
Strangely, I have other acquaintances in Tianshui Kingdom. The original owner was an orphan and had no relatives.
When Lin Yun opened the letter, his doubts were solved.
auctions!
The letter was sent by Tong Hu, the owner of Wanbao Pavilion in Baishui City.
The ten blood flame bones he entrusted to Tong Hu that day have been sent to the auction house, and the auction will begin soon.
"I almost forgot about it."
Lin Yun accepted the letter thoughtfully. The blood flame bones can be used to create the mysterious weapon blood flame armor, which is of immeasurable value.
He had great expectations for this.
"I have to go."
After tidying up, he left the sect.
Lin Yun, who had Dayan Jue by his side, did not rent a horse from the sect and directly used his body skills to travel.
During the day, I would run on the road and exercise my body skills, and at night, I would quietly practice the exercises.
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Even when he was away from home, Lin Yun did not really relax and never forgot to practice hard.
The third level of Pure Yang Kung will soon be able to break through to the fourth level.
There are five levels of Pure Yang Kung Fu in total. The internal energy is famous for its strong and concentrated strength and is extremely difficult to practice.
But as he was not stingy with blood-transforming pills and low-grade spiritual stones, he had made great progress and would definitely be able to break through within half a month.
If it's a blood flame bone, it can fetch a big price.
When a large amount of low-grade spiritual stones are consumed, the Pure Yang Kung Fu may not be able to break through to the fifth level and reach perfection.
In addition, he observes the mysterious paintings every day and condenses the charm of the tiger.
After four days, Lin Yun was able to see the outline of Baishui City from a distance.
"We should be able to enter the city during the day tomorrow."
Watching the sky getting dark, Lin Yun chose a secluded place and stopped on his way.
After using Pure Yang Kung Fu to restore the internal energy consumed during the day, Lin Yun took out the mysterious scroll again.
The heart has the Tigers, fine sniffing the rose!
The words engraved on the scroll would make Lin Yun startled and think for a long time every time he saw them.
In fact, he doesn't really understand what it means to have a tiger in your heart and smell the roses carefully.
The picture scroll unfolds little by little.
boom!
The strong wind is ringing in the ears, and the tiger in the painting is roaring like usual, charging straight into the depths of his soul, trying to eat people.
Bang bang bang!
Every time I look at it, my heart feels like it has been hit hard and it feels extremely uncomfortable.
Lin Yun is much better now than before.
Recalling that at first, he didn't dare to look at it, he was so frightened by the picture that he trembled.
At this moment, the Tiger Fist was working quietly, and he stared at the tiger that kept coming.
Immerse yourself in it and forget about everything else.
call out!
At some point, a sword light burst out from the painting and detonated in front of his field of vision. That sword light illuminated all the night in his eyes.
"Sword light!"
Lin Yun exclaimed in his heart and almost threw the scroll away in excitement.
I saw it again, there was really a flash of sword light!
He once saw a flash of sword light in a scroll, but could not see anything behind it.
He thought he was hallucinating, but the sword light returned today, which made him so excited that he couldn't speak.
Lin Yun held his breath, controlled his nervousness, and endured the tremendous pressure brought by the sword light.
Work hard to maintain inner peace.
If he wants to see it, he must see clearly where this sword light comes from.
The sword light in front of him dissipated little by little, and his eyes gradually focused on the painting.
When the sword light completely dissipated, Lin Yun's expression changed slightly, and the scroll actually changed. At the center of the drawing paper, there were some pictures that had never been seen before.
One more person.
The man in green robe, leaning sideways, holding a sword in his left hand, pointed at the sky. His right hand was opened and sent forward, with a rose blooming in his palm.
The whole person looks casual, poetic, free and uninhibited.
With one more person, the mood of the scene completely changes.
The tiger in the painting is still majestic, swallowing mountains and rivers, and attacking the soul. But its target has changed. It is not the forest cloud outside the painting, but the rose in the palm of the painting.
In Lin Yun's mind, he could even imagine the tiger devouring mountains and rivers in the next moment.
Close your eyes and gently smell the fragrance of roses.
The tiger in the painting is very big, occupying most of the entire painting paper, and the man in the painting is only in the center.
But who is the master and who is the slave can be known at a glance.
Just when Lin Yun was shocked, a voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and the person in the painting moved.
"Where do flowers come from!"
He saw the rose floating in his palm, took the sword in his right hand, and danced in the air.
The flowers fell on the tip of the sword, blooming with dazzling light. At this moment, he was as casual and calm as water.
The infinite sword power erupted from his body, which was hundreds of times more powerful than the previous tiger.
He is more dazzling than the stars. He has thousands of rays of light that can compete with the bright moon. It is as if the next sword falls, and the mountains and rivers thousands of miles away will tremble under his sword.
But he couldn't see it anymore. His sword was so fast that Lin Yun couldn't even hear what he said clearly.
When he sheathed his sword, flowers were falling, colorful and colorful.
Suddenly, he looked back and smiled. This smile made all flowers eclipse.
The sword came out and he jumped into the air.
The sky was full of flowers and rain, and with his sword, he turned into a fierce tiger that swallowed mountains and rivers and rushed out of the picture.
rock!
Lin Yun was startled, the scroll fell to the ground, and he suddenly woke up like a dream.
Looking up, the sky is filled with stars in the night sky.
Looking around, it was pitch black, with flowers everywhere and people dancing swords.
Lin Yun was stunned and speechless, as if he was in a state of confusion.
For a moment, I didn't know where I was.
In my mind, that person turned around and struck a sword, all that person showed his invincible demeanor.
After a long time, he woke up, lowered his head and picked up the scroll.
Looking at it again, the tiger is still the same tiger, but there is actually a person in front of the tiger. A flower is blooming in one hand, and a sword is held in the other. The tiger swallowing mountains and rivers, sniffing the fragrance of flowers, creates a huge contrast with the image.
It turns out that the person has always been there, it’s not that the scene has changed, it’s just that his eyes were obscured by the tiger before.
No swords can be seen, no flowers can be seen, only man-eating tigers can be seen.
If you have a tiger in your heart and smell the rose carefully... Lin Yun will gain a lot if you have some enlightenment.
What's even better is that there is a set of swordsmanship hidden in the scroll, but no matter how he recalls that set of swordsmanship, he can only recall the sentence "Where do flowers come from".
Rub rub rub rub!
Lin Yun put the scroll away and unsheathed the funeral flower sword. Without saying a word, he continued to practice in the night.
"Where do flowers come from, where do flowers come from!"
The sword light danced, and he kept mumbling to himself, as if there was a demonic barrier.