For a young man in his twenties to be able to do this and even kill an old monster who has been cultivating for hundreds of years, this can no longer be called a genius, but more appropriately called a monster.
"The Changsheng Pavilion has really suffered a lot in relation to Lin Zhengnan. His son Lin Beichen actually killed more than a dozen celestial beings in the Changsheng Pavilion. I don't know how things will develop next."
"Yes, the incident about the Five Decline of Heaven and Man has made Changsheng Pavilion the target of everyone's shouting and beating. I heard that a lot of dirty information has been exposed."
"Really? Changsheng Pavilion can produce more than a dozen heavenly beings to deal with Lin Beichen. What kind of strength is it?"
Dongdu, the gate of Beichen Sect.
Many sects in the hot summer, including the top leaders of the ancient martial arts family, came to Beichen Sect to meet with Lin Beichen. At this moment, they were talking at the gate of the sect.
This time Lin Beichen killed more than a dozen celestial beings. When the heads of these families received the news, they immediately came to congratulate him.
They said it was a congratulation, but they brought a lot of gifts. In fact, it was just an audience.
"This Eternal Life Pavilion is a sect where powerful celestial beings with a short lifespan sold their souls and were able to delay death!"
An old voice suddenly came from the crowd.
I saw a middle-aged man walking towards the opposite side with a three-foot green peak on his back and his feet hanging in the air, as if he was banishing an immortal.
Apart from that, there was no aura in his body, just like an ordinary person. It was obvious that the old sword god's cultivation level was perfect and restrained.
"The Changsheng Pavilion shall be punished!"
When the old sword god mentioned Changsheng Pavilion, anger and hatred surged on his face.
"What? Senior Sword God?"
Just when everyone was confused, someone in the crowd screamed, and an old man with a red face, a slightly fat body, and a gray beard knelt on his knees.
"Who are you?" The old sword god looked at the old man in front of him in confusion and said quickly: "What are you doing? Get up!"
"What? He is the old sword god? The old sword god who was famous in Yanxia a hundred years ago?"
"This... isn't it rumored that he was assassinated by the Killer Saint of Tianren Pavilion? Why is this old man still alive and kicking?"
"The old sword god was a strong man who was famous all over the world in Yanxia a hundred years ago, a true giant of swordsmanship!"
While everyone was discussing, the old man kneeling on the ground murmured: "Senior Old Sword God, I finally meet you! My father still talked about your kindness before he died. Without you, our Zhao family in the east capital would not be able to survive.
They must have been destroyed by evil cultivators!"
The Zhao family in Dongdu now controls a listed group in Dongdu, and the martial arts in the family are also extremely prosperous.
All of this was due to a helping hand from the old sword god. The Zhao family, which survived the catastrophe of genocide, can be said to be a phoenix Nirvana.
"Oh, so he is the son of that boy Zhao Tianwu? I didn't expect you to be old too. Time is really not forgiving."
The old sword god smiled and said: "Back then, your father was just a young man in his twenties. I saw that he had good talent, so I gave him some advice. I didn't expect that he would remember it."
"More than just remembering it, I will remember it for the rest of my life! My father also told me to remember your kindness for the rest of my life!"
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The arrival of the old sword god made the family heads of Beichen Sect both shocked and full of confidence.
Many of them have already decided to join the Beichen Sect, but after all, the Beichen Sect is a newly established sect with little foundation.
Lin Beichen saved the Shushan Sword Palace from disaster, and the old sword god came to Beichen Sect, which fully made up for Beichen Sect's shortcomings.
"It is a great blessing for me, Yan Xia, to have the Beichen Sect. Part of the reason why I did not ascend this time is because Sect Master Lin hired me to be... the worship elder."
"I agreed to stay in Beichen Sect and teach swordsmanship. In addition, the elders from Shushan Sword Palace are also here."
As the old sword god finished speaking, the expressions of many family heads changed wildly, their pupils shrank, and they felt extremely incredible!
The old sword god is the most terrifying person in the contemporary Yanxia swordsmanship. He was a powerful man who was famous all over the world a hundred years ago. He spread his martial arts all over the world. A single person can make the West fearful and the evil sects bow down.
Today, he actually became the enshrined elder of Beichen Sect!
All this seems like a joke, because the status of worshiping elders is not as good as that of real elders. The reason why the old sword god came is purely for Lin Beichen's face.
"Ahem... There is no age requirement for Beichen Sect disciples, right? In that case, I want to join Beichen Sect and become a disciple."
An old man who looked to be in his sixties spoke seriously.
"Well, there seems to be nothing in the family that I need to deal with recently. As long as you live and learn, I should also practice well, keep up with the trend, and join the Beichen Sect."
"I heard that my grandson is not practicing seriously in Beichen Sect. I should go and supervise him as a cultivator and parent!"
…
These family heads and sect masters all rushed towards the sect one after another.
"Everyone stands in line! The tuition fee is one billion per person. Those who disobey the rules and cause trouble, don't blame me for being merciless."
At this moment, a charming voice came, and three women were seen walking towards here.
The three of them are all stunningly beautiful, especially the one in the middle. His eyebrows are like distant mountains and his face is like a peach blossom. He looks like a fairy walking out of a painting.
"Little girl, who are you? How dare you ask us to queue up? Do you know our identities?"
"Yeah, I'll give you one billion, why don't you go grab the money!"
"Let the person in charge come here, you are not qualified to talk to me!"
These family heads and sect leaders are usually high-minded people, but only Lin Beichen, the old sword god, can make them feel afraid.
How dare you, a little girl, to scold you here?
"What qualifications do you have to speak here?"
There were even a few mischief-makers who released a small stream of cultivation aura and pressed hard towards Sun Feixue, hoping to make her look embarrassed.
Sun Feixue glanced at them indifferently, and a surge of cultivation at the peak of spiritual power was about to knock the people who made the move to the ground!
Sensing this terrifying aura, everyone gasped and the whole place was completely silent!
Now they finally know how terrifying Lin Beichen is. One of his disciples looks like he is only in his twenties, but he is actually at the pinnacle of the Divine Realm!
Immediately, everyone felt that despite their age, they were living like dogs.
"I am the disciple of the sect leader. The current third elder, Sun Feixue, is in charge of the internal and external affairs of the sect."
"This is the sect master's wife, and this is the sect master's apprentice."
"Are my qualifications enough?"
Sun Feixue's pretty face was as cold as ice, and she directly pulled out a sword wrapped in frost, and said calmly: "Get in line and pay in turn! This time, the senior Sword God imparts his insights, which are priceless. You know how to choose!"
Seeing that Sun Feixue, who usually laughed and laughed, had such a tough side, Hong Lei and Mo Qingwu both covered their mouths and laughed.
One billion may not be much to these people, but it is definitely heartbreaking.
"It's great to be young."
Seeing this scene, the old sword god also smiled bitterly and shook his head. Many of the people he helped in the past left behind descendants, and now he actually wants to preach to the descendants of those who passed away.
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At the same time that the old sword god was preaching and teaching swordsmanship in Beichen Sect.
Lin Beichen took an international flight and arrived at the airport in Myanmar. As soon as he got off the airport, he was picked up by a black Rolls-Royce Phantom.
On the car.
Li Buhuan and Ye Tiangang both looked at Lin Beichen with shocked expressions. They seemed to have many things they wanted to ask, but they didn't know where to start.
"Master, I heard that you killed more than a dozen powerful people in the Heavenly Realm?"
Li Buhuan swallowed hard and spat out these words with some difficulty.
He originally thought that Lin Beichen would be able to kill three powerful celestial beings, but he didn't expect that he would kill more than a dozen in the blink of an eye!
Originally unattainable, a powerful celestial being with the top combat power in the mortal world turned out to be so weak in front of Lin Beichen!
"It's not a lot. I was lucky this time and got a ray of sword energy. I still have half of the sword energy left. I plan to leave it to the Changsheng Pavilion."
As Lin Beichen spoke, he took out the sword embryo from the Qiankun bag and said, "This was given to me by the old sword god. This time I saved his life in exchange for this thing."
"Master, show me."
Ye Tiangang's eyes shone, and he quickly took the sword embryo into his hand, but looking around, there was a trace of disappointment in his eyes.
The embryo of this sword was stained with rust, and there was no fluctuation of divine power at all. It was just like ordinary iron. I really don’t know what was special about it.
"Master, where did you get this piece of scrap metal? Can this thing...can kill people?"
Li Buhuan took out a bottle of wine from the car refrigerator and poured Lin Beichen a glass. This wine was the drunken immortal brew of the martial arts world.