The two waited for a while, knowing that Lin Yi would not come out so soon and had nothing to do, so they started chatting.
Chen Bei looked at Nie Shanhe's white hair on his temples and couldn't help sighing: "You were still a child back then, but I didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, you would become an elder of Wenjian Mountain."
"Uncle, you are still as charming as ever." Nie Shanhe sighed softly: "It's just that I have no chance to see you again, master."
The master mentioned in Nieshanhekou was the previous elder of Wenjian Mountain.
The previous elder of Wenjianshan lived for 370 years.
In the end, time passed by and passed away sadly.
"It doesn't matter, I'm going to go down and drink with him."
Chen Bei smiled.
Nie Shanhe was silent.
Every monk is seeking immortality and enlightenment, but no one can live forever and will eventually grow old.
"Uncle Master, why is it him?"
Nie Shanhe was silent for a while, and finally couldn't help but ask.
He had been holding back this question for a long time.
In his opinion, Lin Yi was able to comprehend the essence of formation techniques in a short period of time and pass the ten-star chess game. It was obvious that Lin Yi had certain skills. However, Nie Shanhe believed that Lin Yi lacked the skills of a cultivator of immortality.
You should have a strong will but no understanding, and you cannot go far.
Just when Chen Bei was about to say something.
There was a violent vibration in the sword tomb.
Waves of sword sounds, like waves, emanated from the sword tomb.
Chen Bei and Nie Shanhe's expressions suddenly changed. They didn't care about reminiscing about old times, and Chen Bei almost couldn't help but rush in.
"That bastard, mustn't he have pissed off all the swordsmanship of our ancestors?"
When Chen Bei first came up with this idea, he subconsciously thought it was impossible. But when he thought about it, he realized, it was that kid who most likely pissed off all the Sword Intentions!
He began to secretly regret whether he had been too anxious in sending him to the Sword Tomb.
Fortunately for Nie Shanhe, his concern for Lin Yi was not as obvious as that of Chen Bei. After his expression changed slightly, he quickly calmed down.
Chen Bei was spinning in circles, waiting for Lin Yi to trigger the token before rushing in.
After waiting, the expected distress signal did not come, and the boiling Jianzhong soon became quiet.
Chen Bei and Nie Shanhe looked at each other.
What happened inside?
Very intense!
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What Yi Lin didn't know was that when he broke into the Sword Tomb, he missed a very important step.
When many inner disciples get the opportunity to come to the Sword Tomb to inquire about swords, their elders will repeatedly tell them to respect the remaining sword intent of their ancestors.
There are quite a lot of taboos.
For example, you cannot make loud noises, you cannot fly in the air without permission, you must burn incense and bathe, you must perform three obeisances and nine kowtows, etc.
The remaining sword intention on the flying sword has not formed a complete spiritual consciousness, it is equivalent to just a trace of obsession.
Most of these obsessions have inherited the pride of their previous masters during their lifetime. Once someone breaks into the Sword Tomb and disrespects them, they hardly need to use their brains and directly attack them in groups, beating the disrespectful people into scum.
So...this is "Wenjian Mountain"!
In the sword tomb, talking is king!
For serious disciples of the Tianjian Sect, after entering the school, they will spend a long period of time under a certain master, learning rules, etiquette, groveling, and learning the essence of pleasing their elders.
In other words, even if their master did not remind them, the first thing they did when they came to the Sword Tomb was to fly their swords towards the natal swords left behind by their ancestors. They worshiped first and then begged, hoping to give these guys the arrogant sword intent and refresh their swords from the beginning.
Create a wave of goodwill.
But Yi Lin doesn’t understand.
How did he know that these ancient sword spirits were so arrogant?
As soon as he flew up, preparing to pass over the heads of tens of thousands of flying swords, he offended the sword intent of the mountain and prepared to kill the beast.
In addition, Yi Lin originally had some problems with her charm and was more likely to attract hatred, which is why there was a scene in the beginning where she almost overturned the entire sword tomb.
Yi Lin figured out all the joints in an instant and fell back to the ground without saying a word.
"Buzz..."
The sound of swords coming from all directions weakened a bit.
But Yi Lin still vaguely felt that an emotion called "anger" was echoing throughout the space.
The buzzing in his ears at this moment gave him the feeling that a group of women were lying in his ears whispering about their dissatisfaction.
"I probably understand how to clear the level."
It turns out it’s better to brush up on the favorability factor!
Yi Lin regained her composure and began to inject spiritual power into the Qianji Banner given by Chen Bei.
As the spiritual energy value was consumed, the Thousand Machines Flag flashed, one divided into two, two divided into four, four divided into eight... Finally, thirty-two small flags of different colors swirled around Yi Lin.
"go!"
Yi Lin smiled slightly, flicked his fingers, and thirty-two small flags fell into the sword tomb.
"Heaven and earth are infinite, and the universe is borrowed from the law."
Yi Lin followed the instructions taught by the flower girl and began to set up the formation.
Of course, if the flower girl or Ren Qingshan came, they would probably be confused. Because Yilin's formation method is somewhat different from that of traditional monks. It is not strictly distributed according to the pattern of the twelve constellations of the heavenly stems and earthly branches. Among them,
By the way, Yilin added a little bit of her understanding of magic, crystal patterns, and supreme flow magic to form a nondescript and irregular "free formation".
Thirty-two small flags, the moment they landed, transformed into thirty-two faceless people wearing elders' robes.
Thirty-two elders, following the highest standards of etiquette passed down from ancient times in the Tianjian Sect, flew swords in the sword tomb and began to kowtow three times and nine times, one step at a time, and then kowtow again. If you are unhappy, I will continue to kowtow. It’s cool.
I kept knocking... After finishing all the etiquette, the arrogant sword intention contained in the flying sword finally became clear and comfortable.
In the Sword Tomb, calmness returned and there was silence.
"No, it's quite simple."
Yi Lin breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, these flying swords were not real people and could be easily deceived. He used a little trick to fool the angry flying swords in the sword tomb.
Nonsense. Thirty-two elders are worshiping here. Even in the mourning halls of past leaders, they may not be treated like this. After all, there are less than thirty-two elders still alive.
If he doesn't come out, if this group of arrogant swordsmen are not satisfied, Yi Lin will have no choice but to force it.
After all the sword intentions were quieted down in a round of continuous flattery, Yi Lin did not immediately put away the Thousand Machines Banner, but let the thirty-two small flags surround him. He watched a flying one not far away.
The sword looked quite unique, and there was a faint glow on the sword. He stepped forward quietly, and when Feijian had no objection, he stretched out his five fingers and quickly grasped the hilt of Feijian.
"Tianjianmen Preaching Garden, Fangyuan Mountain, Yanmo Mountain, Commandment Mountain, Baicao Mountain, Wenjian Mountain, Spirit Beast Mountain, Zhujian Mountain, Taiyi Mountain jointly registered disciples, the contemporary head of Tianjianmen her senior brother Chen Bei Wangnianzhi
Hand in hand, Lin Yi, come here to ask for a sword, and I hope that all the ancestors will generously give you the sword."
As soon as Yi Lin grasped the hilt of the sword, a cool breath suddenly came from the contact between the hilt and the palm of the sword. Without hesitation, Yi Lin immediately announced her home and asked about the sword, focusing on the word "ask". Since it was a question,
, the more popular the self-reported title is, the better.
As soon as the cool breath invaded Yilin's body, it suddenly turned into a freezing cold, giving Yilin the illusion of being in a polar glacier. In the blink of an eye, Yilin's whole body trembled, and her skin
, the tips of his hair were covered with a layer of white frost, and when he opened his mouth to breathe, the breath he exhaled condensed into a vast white mist of ice, and the whole person seemed to have become a living ice sculpture.
Yi Lin's face changed slightly. He endured the biting coldness in his body and tried to forcefully pull out the flying sword, a variant of the Five Elements attribute. But he tried his best, but he couldn't use brute force to pull out the flying sword.
Pull it out from the ground.
As time passed, the frost on the surface of Yi Lin's body became thicker and thicker. Until Yi Lin felt that his consciousness began to become blurry, he finally couldn't hold on anymore and let go of his hand. The chill quietly subsided, and he quickly sat down
On the ground, circulating the pitifully weak breath in her body, after about half an hour, Yi Lin finally cleared the alien breath from her body, and her limbs became warm again.
I turned my hand over and looked at the palm where I had just drawn the sword. I saw that the palm of my hand was blue and purple, and it looked like it was frostbitten.