Hidden sword valley, Wang Jianfeng.
This is the spiritual peak where the disciples of Law Enforcement Elder Ximen Muye's subordinates practiced sword practice. It was originally a sacred place for swordsmanship, but since the Heavenly Broken Sword Spirit left, it is not much different from ordinary peaks.
Ximen Muye has arranged for his other disciples to practice in some spiritual power arrays in the family house. Only one figure is still waving the long sword in his hand again and again in the deserted Wangjian Peak, practicing kendo. Holy law.
"Feng Lei Kendo!!"
Feng Ning's face was condensed with exhausted sweat. Not long after his weak body recovered, he had practiced on this Wangjian Peak for three full days and nights, without stopping for a moment.
He was the lucky one in a million, and there was no sequelae after the damage to the soul recovered.
He was also the target of tragic fate deliberately teasing, this set of high-level sacred law [Wind and Thunder Sword] has been practiced for three days, but he has not even touched the side of a little bit of law.
This is really desperate and sad.
Snapped!
Finally, after another failed attempt, Feng Ning, who had not closed his eyes for three days, suddenly fell to the ground with a long sword in his hand, staggering, and then collapsed to the ground as soon as his legs were soft.
Tears.
Two unwilling tears poured out from the corners of his eyes little by little, and slid down his cheeks, rolling out two muddy gullies on his dust-covered skin.
Not reconciled!
Feng Ning is really unwilling!
Why!
Why he just can’t comprehend this trivial set of high-level sacred methods, such stupidity, such uselessness, what else to talk about to promote Murong’s boss, I’m afraid that once the newcomer is over, he will immediately become the bottom of the Ximen family. Let's take care of the handyman!
"Woo!!"
The man did not flick lightly when there were tears, but Feng Ning's heart was suffocated, wronged, unwilling, and self-blaming made him choke.
He fell asleep deeply in this kind of sadness and anger.
…
"Poor boy."
Lin Yang slowly walked out from behind a boulder on the side, walked to Feng Ning's side, and waved his hand to put a spiritual barrier to block the piercing wind on the top of the mountain.
"What's so pitiful? People with ordinary qualifications shouldn't learn how other people do heroic dreams. In the end, they just take their own humiliation!"
The Qin team woke up after taking a rest a few days ago.
At this moment, he saw Feng Ning's appearance without any sympathy, and even summoned a sword spirit from Feng Ning's saber with a wave of his hand. It was the Flying Swordsman who had not been seen for a long time.
"Hi! Uncle Fei, long time no see." Lin Yang greeted like Murong Dabai.
"Humph!"
The Flying Swordsman also rolled his eyes back just like before, and turned directly to the Qin team: "This child has an ordinary aptitude, and unless that method is used, I am afraid that it will never be possible to make a big difference."
That way
Lin Yang's ears are so stellar, he grasped the point directly, and asked:
"Uncle Fei, is there any way to change a person's natural aptitude?"
This is also a new thing for Lin Yang. After all, if the qualification can be changed, wouldn't it be too bad for him.
Team Qin took the words coldly:
"Of course there are methods, but it also means there is no... As far as I know, none of the people who become [Sword Slaves] can truly achieve that point.
Sword slave
Lin Yang felt a little uncomfortable when he heard it. Sure enough, after Qin's explanation, he heard a taboo technique that had been lost for a long time.
【Sword Slave Exchange for Spirit】.
This can be said to be a weird sorcery to the extreme. It is just the opposite of the way the warrior accepts spiritual pets or spiritual servants. Instead, it sacrifices a person to the sword spirit and makes the warrior become the slave of the sword spirit. So that this body inherits all the capabilities of the sword spirit.
This is different from Lin Yang who borrowed Qin's sword spirit to fight.
Once he became a sword slave, Lin Yang would be fully controlled by Qin Zhaozhong, and in the end he would completely lose his consciousness and disappear forever from this world. (This is somewhat similar to Lin Yang's relationship with Fire Emperor...)
Therefore, the sword slave swaps the spirit, the name swapping can make an ordinary warrior reborn, in fact, it is to contribute his body to the sword spirit in exchange for short-term talent and strength, but the ultimate price is his own life.
"Of course not!" Lin Yang naturally wouldn't push Feng Ning into this fire pit, but he asked again: "Team Qin, according to what you just said, some people can finally get rid of the fate of being swallowed by sword spirits?"
"Yes, but almost no one has ever succeeded." Team Qin nodded: "Only the kind of warrior with incomparably strong will can reach a state of [coexistence] with the sword spirit in the end, and turn from a servant into a friend, but this Just a legend..."
After the Qin team hesitated for a while, he looked at Lin Yang and said something profoundly: "Sword slaves exchange spirits. In Zhu Rongyan Army, they are used to train dead soldiers who charge... What we want is completely controlled. A powerful warrior, I have never heard of anyone successfully getting rid of the swallowing of sword spirits, understand?"
Lin Yang was taken aback for a moment, and then immediately reacted:
"Team Qin, have you been eyeing Feng Ning a long time ago? Do you want to use him for experiments?"
It's no wonder that Qin Zhaozhong promised Lin Yang to help an unrelated outsider before selecting the spirit sword. This was not like his style at all. It turned out that he had already let Flying Swordsman observe whether Feng Ning's physique was suitable for becoming a sword slave.
"Nonsense! Otherwise, why should I spend so much effort." Qin's coldness when facing outsiders is chilling. He looked at Lin Yang coldly and said, "Lin Yang, don't forget what you have now. Mission... Whether it is the Xia clan, your parents, or the revival of Dazhenru Temple, how do these opponents do not have a strong team to defeat, sword slaves are the fastest and most effective way to train masters!!"
"That's why you will go to the sword mound to bring out a million sword spirits..."
Lin Yang was so clever that he finally understood that Qin Zhaozhong's thoughts were so deep and far-reaching that he had already started to lay out everything as early as Jiuzhongtian.
And the trump card force that this mysterious powerhouse prepared to play was a powerful and outrageous one, millions of sword spirits, that is, millions of sword slaves!
Is such a huge power really just for a heaven
The answer, I'm afraid it goes without saying.
Lin Yang sighed faintly, and after a moment of turning his eyes, he had regained his clarity.
This is the road to the pinnacle of martial arts he chose, inheriting the grievances of Emperor Lihuo Tian, Qin Zhaozhong is helping him or helping Emperor Li Huo Tian, these things have long been unclear.
But one thing Lin Yang knew was that everything Qin Zhao reworked was to make himself stronger faster.
Sword Slave... is indeed an extremely cruel method, but its efficiency and power really make Lin Yang tempted.
To make it harder to hear, if the person in front of him wasn't Feng Ning, he would have done it early with his original decisiveness, but facing the little brother who had admired himself, Lin Yang sighed after all.
"Team Qin, do sword slaves need any methods to practice?"
"No, just need this kid to sign the opposite spirit contract with A Fei..."
"Then let Uncle Fei show up when he wakes up and make everything clear. I only have one request." Lin Yang has already made a decision.
"Don't worry... As long as he doesn't want to, no one can force him to agree." Next to him, Fei Swordsman seldom added. At the same time, a pair of sharp eyes had swept towards Feng Ning, who was in a coma, with a touch of it inside. A touch of appreciation.
Obviously, the tenacity of Feng Ning in the past few days has also deeply moved him. Maybe this kid can really achieve the legendary realm and become a powerful warrior who lives with the sword spirit. …
…
Lin Yang left Wangjianfeng.
He was almost certain that Feng Ning's silly character would definitely agree to become the Flying Swordsman's sword slave without saying a word, in exchange for extremely powerful power.
This... is Feng Ning's own choice.
He can only provide options, but he can't interfere with the other party's choice.
People, whether they want to live in pain and ordinary life with grief and unwillingness, or to burn the glory of life and achieve the supreme peak that they can't imagine.
This is a multiple-choice question that no one can tell right from wrong, right...
…
After watching Feng Ning, Lin Yang went straight back to his Abandoned Sword Peak. Before he landed, he heard the loud noise below.
Father Simon Hao was talking and laughing loudly with the elders who visited in the afternoon, enjoying the peak of his life.
Lin Yang was feeling a little cold at the moment, so he quietly hid his breath, went directly to his own cabin in the back room, and opened the door.
"Senior Sister?"
Lin Yang's eyes widened. Inside the room, Wen Huizheng shook his legs impatiently, apparently waiting for Lin Yang for a long time.
"Boy, where did you die?"
Although Lin Yang is no longer what he used to be, in Wen Hui's eyes, he is unwilling to admit that this product is a super genius. After all, Lin Yang looks like a scumbag now, and no matter how strange it is, he has to have time. Come to grow up, right
At least you can step on him for a few more years!
"I went out to see a friend." Lin Yang saw Wen Hui, the corner of his mouth was slightly tilted, and he reached out to grab the teapot on the table: "Sister, do you have tea?"
"Drink!" Wen Hui was obviously dissatisfied with the crude environment here: "I've been so bored after waiting for you for so long."
"Oh... I forgot to fetch water..." Lin Yang lifted the empty teapot and looked at Wen Hui with an embarrassing smile: "Or let's not drink water anymore. It would be nice to sit and chat!"
"Fetch water!!!"
Wen Hui just wanted to slap Fei Lin Yang.
…
After a while, the fragrant tea was finally brewed and the tea was full of fragrance. Wen Hui drank a few sips before calming down the small flames in her heart, and talked to Lin Yang about business:
"Lin Yi, Senior Sister is here to tell you an important thing on the order of Master [Elder Protector]."
"Sister, please tell me."
Obviously, Wen Hui also attached great importance to this matter, and her tone was a bit solemn, she said solemnly: "The newcomer contest after two months will be changed to the [Youth Wuhui] within the scope of all three generations of disciples. 】NS!"
coming! !
Lin Yangduan's hand shook the teacup imperceptibly, and smiled calmly in his heart:
"This...is the method used by the Simons to evaluate me?"