Before this scene happened, the Soul of the Sword Palace had exploded long ago.
Li Tianming's black sword pattern surpassed Lin Jianjia, and it had already silenced the Sword Soul Palace.
"Ah this!"
Many of the elders in the Sword Soul Palace scratched their scalp with their fingers, and couldn't think of how to blow them.
As the elders, they know better than the disciples on the sword monument what this trend means.
For half a month, Lin Jianjia's speed became slower and slower, only four thousand sword patterns!
It's still six thousand short, basically no show!
On the other hand, Li Tianming became more and more skilled and faster.
His four thousand was completed in twelve days, not half a month.
Comparing the two, Lin Jianjia, who has been preparing for "time-lapse photography" for more than 20 years, and the stupid "Lin Feng", are already obvious.
In the past few days, Lin Xiaoyun, with his hands on his back, has changed his complexion, which can be called a classic.
At first, he smiled and calmly dealt with all kinds of compliments.
Immediately afterwards, he kept nodding his head, agreeing to the colleague's statement of Lin Feng that'the latter half certainly won't work'.
Around the tenth day, he didn't move.
Not even one eyelash moved.
A pair of eyes just stared at the picture like this.
He didn't even notice it, his face was getting more and more stinky.
The hands behind his back became tighter and tighter.
The key is that there are fewer and fewer compliments.
"Hurry up and let Sister Jianjia drive away this waste. It is a waste to let him get the sword art!"
Lin Man was very angry and couldn't help shouting.
"Shut up."
Lin Wuyi covered her mouth.
Everyone glanced at each other, somewhat embarrassed.
At this time, everyone is afraid of saying the wrong thing, so they dare not say it.
So the entire sword soul palace fell into a dead silence.
Whenever someone coughs, it is clearly audible.
Everyone's micro expressions are very exciting.
Lin Xiaoyun had received too many compliments before and couldn't get off the stage at this time!
This kind of feeling is like someone using a knife to cut off pieces of meat on his face, his face pained ridiculously.
At this moment of silence, there was movement outside.
Boom!
The door of the Sword Soul Palace was pushed open.
Two old men, with three beautiful little girls, walked in from the outside in a swaggering manner.
"I heard that my dear grandson is comprehending the inheritance of Taixu's ancestor? It has broken four thousand sword barriers and is far ahead? Haha, what happened, a bunch of chickens, none of them can fight."
Lin You waited on the frosty Eastern God Yue and walked directly into the crowd.
The best place to watch the theater is definitely Lin Xiaoyun's.
However, after the Eastern Shenyue came, Lin Yao put one hand on Lin Xiaoyun's shoulder and said, "Thank you, our old man has bad eyesight. I can't see my grandson even if I stand far away."
"you!"
Lin Xiaoyun was pushed abruptly and was so angry that he was so angry.
When the attack was about to happen, Dong Shenyue gave him a blank look and said: "What? Want to do it? Your daughter and you are of the same virtue, but you can use the three abuse methods, do you still have a face? Whenever you have three channels, we They are not used to stare here."
"Mother Dongshen, the boys in the Discipline Hall did it by themselves, and it has nothing to do with Jian Jia. You don't want to spit people." Lin Wuyi said.
"Ahhh, these words are used to fool me, to fool everyone, do you think others have no IQ, or do you have no IQ yourself?"
The East God Yue's skeleton crutches hit the ground, glaring at everyone, staring: "I don't care. If my grandson loses the inheritance of Taixu ancestor because of interference, I will demolish your sword soul palace. Anyway, It also has no meaning."
She is now righteous and strong, and her aura is strong enough to directly suppress everyone present, and she can't say anything.
Dong Shenyue didn't expect that the first time he sent this grandson into Sword Soul Purgatory, he would make such a big movement.
When she heard that he had broken four thousand heavy sword barriers in twelve days, she hit her feet with crutches.
She was the first one to be slapped in the face...
"Grandma, look, those people have been defeated."
Concubine Jiang pulled the sleeves of Radong Shenyue.
"What?"
Dong Shenyue took a closer look, and saw a black figure close to the bald head in the picture, guarding Li Tianming's side, resisting the attack of the five discipline hall disciples.
Even counter-kill opponents!
Five people were shot out of the ancestor sword monument one after another, and all flew out.
"Ha ha!"
Dong Shenyue and Lin Yi couldn't help laughing.
"Who is this kid, why doesn't he give face? Where does this make Lin Xiaoyun put his old face? Interfere with others and be killed?"
The laughter of the East God Yue echoed throughout the sword soul hall.
"My grandson is not bad, the reliable brothers who I made so quickly, are not touched by the flowers."
Lin Yao stroked his long beard in admiration.
At this time, Lin Dan didn't know where he came from, and said, "Second Lord, mother-in-law, this is not a kid, but a girl! Her name is Lin Xiaogui, and she is a hybrid of ghosts and gods."
"Huh?"
Lin Yao was stunned.
I've been doing it for a long time, but it's still a girl.
Of course, this is not important anymore.
What's important is that Lin Jianjia's "external move" was completely useless.
"The core will of the ancestors who founded the ancestor sword monument is to'fair inheritance'. Everyone has the opportunity. You teach your children to engage in privileges and to exclude dissidents by outside tricks. On the contrary, it is a blasphemy of the ancestors!"
"So, point your face, watch it well, don't just want to slap your face."
Dong Shenyue glanced around.
Many people bow their heads, speechless.
"Don't laugh too early, there is still half a month, who knows what will happen next?"
Lin Wuyi sneered.
However, she didn't speak loudly.
…
On the ancestor sword monument.
Li Tianming lay on his stomach, looking at Lin Xiaogui's "Rick the Heroes", and returned to him panting.
"Don't thank me?" Li Tianming said.
"Are you crazy? I protected you, you should thank me."
Lin Xiaogui stared.
"No, no, you should thank me and give you a chance to show yourself. It makes you breathe." Li Tianming said.
"Shit, you!"
Lin Xiaogui rolled his face and didn't bother to talk to him.
She glanced not far away, the young girl Lin Jianjia with black and long hair, like a sword pierced on the sword monument, slightly lowered her head, looking at them coldly, her eyes extremely gloomy.
The sword in her hand pointed towards Lin Xiaogui, and the threat in her eyes was really obvious.
She didn't speak, but Lin Xiaogui knew what she wanted to say.
Lin Xiaogui shrank instinctively.
This is the conditioned reflex brought by the shadow of childhood.
In this kind of shadow, she can only lower her head and not look at her, but this can't stop the cold sweat from falling down.
In fact, after countless efforts, she was not much worse than Lin Jianjia.
However, some accompanying nightmares, which are carved on the bones and heart, cannot be forgotten when they become stronger.
childhood…
All the impressions of Lin Xiaogui are that she has no father and no mother, shivering in the corner like a mouse, while Lin Jianjia is carrying a group of cats, catching, teasing, and insulting her.
Because of all this, Lin Jianjia wanted to ask her a question.
"How dare you?"