The conversation between father and son ended unhappily.
Bai Tianqi's attitude is very tough.
But he had nothing to do with Lin Xi.
Although he is biased, he is not crazy enough to destroy one son for the sake of another son's future.
He is just... mediocre. Mediocre people always try their best, make mediocre decisions, and think they are correct.
Bai Fan's reputation spread quickly.
Every day, Lin Xi can absorb all kinds of 'jealousy' coming from all directions.
Fame and wealth are poisonous, but almost everyone wants to indulge in it.
The Bai family is a double master, which has attracted the attention of the world.
There are also different opinions on who will win and who will lose in the battle between Bai Xuan and Bai Fan three months later.
Some people firmly believe that Bai Xuan will win, after all, Bai Xuan has been outstanding for a long time.
But some people think that the winner will be Bai Fan, because it didn't take long for Bai Fan to become famous all over the world.
Three months is enough time for Bai Fan to take another step... or even several steps.
Even within the Nanling Sword Pavilion, the voices of various speculations and conjectures have never stopped.
In Fei Zi Tower, Lin Xi put the knife on his lap, and the life of Chu Yang kept flashing through his mind.
At the same time, he once again refined and comprehended Yu Yang's understanding, use, persistence and sincerity of the sword.
Completely becoming Tu Yang, as long as Bai Xuan doesn't use the Yue Ling Sword, he can indeed fight him, but he can't even talk about winning in battle.
Only by surpassing Hao Yang can we achieve a higher winning rate.
Lin Xi did not stay in seclusion for too long, and went down the mountain again after half a month.
He wants to enjoy the fruits of 'fame'.
This is a process of building momentum.
When many people have expectations for his sword and many people hope that he will win, his sword skills will be tempered.
"May I ask if it's in front of Mr. Bai?" An old man holding a knife blocked Lin Xi's path.
Lin Xi looked at the old man and could not detect any hostility on the other side.
"Thirty miles to the east, Wu Emperor Temple, do you dare to wait for a while?" the old man asked Lin Xi.
Lin Xi held the long knife in his hand and laughed loudly: "Why don't you dare?"
There are many strange rocks in the mountains, and there is a dilapidated ancient temple on the top of this strange mountain.
On the altar in the temple, a clay-wood sculpture depicts an angry-eyed general holding a broadsword and sitting on the back of a tiger.
The general's real name is "Guan Si Fei", he was the founding father of the Da'ai Dynasty in Langzhou thousands of years ago. He has made numerous meritorious deeds with his sword, including killing enemies in Yingye.
His stories and legends have been circulated for many years, and he gradually became a god for some reason and became the 'Martial Emperor'.
And just inside the Temple of Emperor Wu, there were more than a dozen sword cultivators with different looks and attire.
Although they are all different, some look like rich old men, some look like ordinary people, some are dressed as generals, and some look vicious and unkind. But they are all the same, holding a knife and holding it tightly.
in hand.
When they saw Lin Xi walking in, all eyes were focused on Lin Xi.
An old man who looked lean and without a knife in his hand looked at Lin Xi up and down for a moment, then nodded.
Then a fierce-looking man in short clothes jumped out, holding a sword with a ghost head and nine rings.
"Heishan Yao Heihu, please teach me!" After saying that, he struck at Lin Xi with his knife.
Lin Xi did not dodge, but faced him with a knife.
During the collision with the nine-ring knife, all kinds of noises were heard, harsh and friction, shaking the mind.
"The nine-ring sword has the effect of sound attack, and the ghost head can accumulate evil energy. The sound and evil spirit are combined, and then supplemented by the five tigers' soul-severing sword technique of wide opening and closing. The more you fight, the braver you become. On the battlefield, you can fight vertically and horizontally." The old man said.
Explained on the side.
After only three or five moves, the big man holding the ghost-headed nine-ring sword put away his sword and stood aside.
Immediately afterwards, an old woman with small feet walked out, holding a Zimu knife in her hand.
The old woman cupped her hands towards Lin Xi and said in a soft voice: "Xiong Xin, the third-generation grandma of the Qiao family, has not used a knife for many years."
Having said that, when she took action, a series of soft and vicious sword winds rushed towards Lin Xi. If it were not for the support of Chu Yang's rich combat experience, Lin Xi would have been embarrassed.
"The mother-in-law yin and yang sword, one is long and the other is short, one is offensive and the other is defensive, just like the yin and yang are surrounded by each other, supporting each other, the yin and yang are combined, the attack and defense change!" In the old man's voice, the old woman's sword force suddenly changed.
Originally, she used her child sword to attack and her mother sword to defend, so her sword skills were strange and dangerous.
At this time, the mother sword is attacking and the child sword is defending. The swordsmanship is ruthless, just like a mother protecting her child, showing a decisive and ferocious trend everywhere.
As soon as the power of the sword was exhausted, the old woman also sheathed the sword and stood aside, looking at Lin Xi without saying anything or making a sound. The entire Temple of Emperor Wu was filled with a solemn and solemn atmosphere.
"Who's next?" the old man asked.
A fat-headed monk walked out, stroking his bald head.
In his hand is a sword.
"Xingkong Temple... good results!" The monk held the Buddha's gift in one hand and held the sword tightly in the other hand.
The old man was still explaining from the side: "The basic miscellany says: 'When the Buddha was attacking the city of Shiluo, Bi Chu wanted to cut three clothes, so he made them by hand, and the clothes and property were damaged.' This knife is for cutting clothes, and killing is not allowed. It's just a sharp weapon.
The hands have a vicious intention. Therefore, they wield the knife like cutting clothes, and killing people is like cutting cloth. There are nine postures of the knife, and eight postures are used to defend instead of attack. There is only one knife... which is to break the precepts, kill living beings, become evil, and destroy people's lives."
Lin Xi fought with the monk Shanguo, and felt that the opponent's sword technique contained a very strong sticky energy, and all of his domineering and powerful sword energy was covered in it, as if it was wrapped in a ball.
Amidst the chaos.
Until a sudden moment, all the restraints burst, and only one knife... came out in shock, looking like a madman.
The monk put away his knife and adjusted his breathing.
The crazy look on his face gradually faded away, and then he moved away.
Next, Lin Xi saw a series of knives such as the Miao Dao, the Zhanma Dao, the Wild Goose Wing Dao, the broadsword, the chain knife, the lancet, the fish head knife, the single knife, the machete, etc., as well as the usage of various knives.
, the moves and techniques hidden in it.
This not only increased his knowledge, but also made him understand various ways to use a knife.
Although it is a skill, skill and power, as well as principle and Tao, are actually interrelated.
Lin Xi looked at these strangers, but could feel their strong expectations from their hot eyes.
Compared to sword cultivators, sword cultivators are like a piece of loose sand.
While sword cultivators have been elevated to the altar, sword cultivators are well aware that they will be relegated to the ranks of miscellaneous cultivators and not be taken seriously.
The battle between Bai Xuan and Bai Fan seems to be just a battle between brothers.
But for many people, it is clearly a battle of swords.
Bai Tianqi said... Nanling Jiange cannot lose.
But for many swordsmen... Bai Fan must win.
Winning may not change anything, but at least... someone has worked hard to change something.
This is enough.
How cowardly and tragically powerless is it to do nothing and wait for current events to change on their own?
"You have seen all kinds of knives and their corresponding sword techniques, and now are you ready to take my sword?" Finally, the old man walked out, looked at Lin Xi and asked.