The shadow of Lin Xin holding the red flower sword appeared floating in mid-air.
"For the ordinary foundation building level, my speed is indeed too fast for people to react, but for the golden core level, it is only faster. I can have the upper hand in the battle, but I am still a bit short of chasing and killing. Every golden core has its own. It is not uncommon for escape secrets to increase by one-third or more in a short period of time."
He slowly sorted out his situation. At this time, his body was also over-urged just now, and he hadn't eased up yet, and he couldn't catch up.
The old man was scared out of his wits, sweating all over his face and urging the secret method to shoot away towards the distance.
Lin Xin also used the last burst of spiritual energy to fight out just now. As for the demon monk's breath, since the Guangyao Society can accommodate even demons, then he is only a monk with some attributes, so it shouldn't be a big problem. Besides, he is eager to improve his cultivation now, so he has no time to worry too much about other things.
Killed at least dozens of people in one breath, all of them were at least heart-level masters, and many of them were Italian-level.
Lin Xin felt a stream of warmth pouring into his body. This was the essence of flesh and blood absorbed by the Red Flower Sword. He used it to disperse all of it to various parts of his body. With the vibration of the Nine Morning Song's instinctive exercises, he continuously purified impurities and finally dissolved them. For self nourishment.
And the cool air from the Youfu also rushed in quickly, and was directly brought into the Guiyuan Jue by him,
The cultivation base is also increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Fellow"
At this time, the Italian-level peak expert where the Guangyao Club was located cupped his fists and cupped his hands towards Lin Xin.
"Thank you for your help, fellow daoist, to avoid many injuries in the meeting. I will increase the task reward by 30% after reporting it to the minister!"
"Thank you."
"It should."
Lin Xin nodded, before waiting for the other party to speak, he was about to fly away.
"Fellow daoist, stay!" the gray-clothed man hurriedly said.
"What's the matter?" Lin Xin paused.
"Dare to ask your friend's name? Why haven't I seen your video among the masters in the meeting? I'm Xu Siming, and Tian is the deputy minister here." The man in gray took the initiative to report his name.
"Deputy Minister?" Lin Xin's heart skipped a beat. "Disrespect, disrespect." Then he let go of the idea of leaving quickly.
"Fellow Daoists can call me Red Flower."
"It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Red Flower." Xu Siming smiled, "All the brothers and sisters below are waiting, why don't we go down together, let's get to know each other and meet each other. After getting acquainted, there will be help."
"I also ask fellow daoists to recommend you." Lin Xin turned his mind and also smiled.
The two fell to the ground. At this time, the previous members of the Shining Society had already packed up their spoils and gathered over one after another.
Under Xu Siming's introduction, Lin Xin greeted everyone one by one. It can be regarded as spreading his name. It is fair for everyone to give Lin Xin half of the spoils he helped.
"If I'm not mistaken, Brother Honghua is still at the foundation building level among Qi practitioners right now?" On the way back, Xu Siming said quietly directly.
"That's right, brother Xu has good eyesight." This is easy to recognize. Lin Xin has nothing to admit.
"Dragon King Daoji!" Xu Siming immediately reacted. The look of envy in his eyes was fleeting. All Dragon King Daoists are all talented people. If they don't die in the future, they are destined to be all-powerful characters, which is different from ordinary Yi-level peaks like him who have been struggling for many years and can't make it. These are all top elite talents with a bright future.
Xu Siming himself is a talkative person, although Lin Xin is not good at talking, but the two get along very well, and he quickly integrated into this elite circle.
It was almost time to arrive at Naxi City. Xu Siming made a suggestion to Lin Xin.
"With Brother Honghua's talent, he can stand shoulder to shoulder with us in strength at this time. The head of the headquarters is now looking for talents. If there are no other materials, maybe he can do more."
"Oh?" Lin Xin's heart skipped a beat, and he asked with a smile, "What does Brother Xu mean?"
"The head of the headquarters and others are all top powerhouses at the scene level, ranking figures in the heavenly rankings, these thousand-year-old gods, but not long ago, the only two closed-door disciples were tortured and killed by the enemy, and even their souls failed to survive." Xu When Siming said this, he also showed a distressed expression.
"I think Brother Honghua's swordsmanship is weird and mysterious. But it seems that there is no follow-up change and continuation. It should be self-created?"
Lin Xin's heart trembled.
He has always underestimated the monks on the ground because the actual combat in the Youfu is better than that on the ground, but now the opponent pointed out his shortcomings. Indeed, his own swordsmanship is self-improved. Although the follow-up path has ideas, it is far from being completely perfected after practice.
Then Xu Siming continued to transmit the voice.
"If Brother Honghua has a good master, with the cultivation base of the head of the headquarters, he will surely be able to have an extra tree that can shelter from wind and rain. He can also point out the most suitable direction for fellow Taoists."
Lin Xin kept silent. With his current path, he can kill people in a short time to quickly improve his cultivation, but this method can only be used for five years. What about after five years? The things Hongye Sword Master gave were obviously extremely precious, what would he do when the time came five years later
Or slowly return to its original state and slowly wait for death? Or wait for himself to be completely corrupted, and then become one of the countless living dead in the lion's original
He was also a little clueless for a while.
The head of the headquarters is indeed a big tree that he can look up to.
There is definitely a Nascent Soul Peak, after all, there is not a master in the Tianbang who is not the top Nascent Soul. It has been a while since he has been stuck in the Fire Fate level of Nine Morning Songs. Perhaps a teacher can also have a good way to cross this threshold.
"I understand what Brother Xu means."
"Brother Honghua looked like Yeluzi at first glance. Although the swordsmanship in the front is somewhat standard, the back is only based on strange speed and strength, and has lost its true meaning." Xu Siming said through voice transmission.
"Really?"
"Not bad." Xu Siming explained while flying. "We and other monks, whether they are Qi practitioners, martial arts practitioners, or other systems, can actually be divided into four levels."
"You mean mortals, heart, mind, scene?" Lin Xin quickly responded.
"That's right." Xu Siming nodded, "I've been stuck at the Jing level threshold for decades, but I didn't realize until now that this threshold is no longer something I can cross. But Brother Honghua is different, you have top talent , if you can have a good master, you will definitely have a great chance to overcome this hurdle."
Lin Xin was really moved by these words.
"Is the chief of the headquarters accepting apprentices now?" He seemed to remember the news he saw in the branch.
"That's right. Only two direct disciples are accepted. One of them has already been booked, and the other has also applied for hundreds of places. But it still depends on the selection by the head of the headquarters, and it has to go through some assessments."
"How does the assessment work?" Lin Xin asked via voice transmission.
"I don't know. With the temperament of the head of the headquarters, he may accept it if he sees it pleasing to the eye, or he may be dismissed without you noticing." Xu Siming smiled wryly. "The head of the headquarters has always been unpredictable, and no one can figure out what to do."
"Let's talk about this matter later." After all, Lin Xin still felt that the blood in his aura was too strong. Although Guangyao here would ignore demon monks, but he really wanted to talk about accepting disciples
Actually he feels. Red Leaf Sword Master is more like his teacher. Although he doesn't give many pointers, each one is very important.
"Brother Honghua, think about it. In fact, I have seen some people similar to your situation before. The head of the headquarters is even more powerful, and there may be something that can help you." Xu Siming's words made him feel the same. My heart shuddered.
Obviously, the secrets of Youfu are extremely rare in Nanfu, but in Zhongfu, a well-informed place where monks are well-developed, many things are interlinked, so perhaps it is not a big secret.
"I will consider it." Lin Xin whispered. He didn't know why Xu Siming persuaded him so graciously to report to the head of the headquarters for the number of apprentices.
But there is no need to think about these for the time being. There are still five years to go, and maybe a solution can be found.
After separating from Xu Siming, Lin Xin went directly to the address provided by the little boy. It is an area called Lei Cao County. The headquarters of Tiandao Sect is here.
That night, he was faster than ordinary Jindan real people, so he walked more than half of the way in the evening.
The sky was dark, and Lin Xin slowly landed beside a ruined temple on a small hill. After driving for several hours in a row, he also planned to take a rest, and when he saw the fire here, he flew down here.
The night was dark. Looking down from the sky, the earth can't see many bright spots at a glance. Occasionally, there are also green lights such as phosphorous fire.
The plaque of the ruined temple did not know where it fell, half of the broken door on the steps was gone, and the other half was barely propped up askew. The light yellow flames inside were reflected, shaking with the wind from time to time.
Lin Xin faintly smelled a smell of barbecue, which seemed to be rabbit meat.
He strode into the ruined temple.
There was a bonfire burning inside, and a few men in padded jackets were sitting around.
But the strange thing is that when he walked in without covering up the sound of his footsteps, these people seemed to have not heard them at all. Still sitting by the fire, bowing his head and warming himself by the fire. His hands were also retracted into the cuffs and hugged in front of him, motionless.
The roasted rabbit kept hissing on the fire, dripping oil, which aroused the flames to rise from time to time.
"How many?"
Lin Xin asked. He noticed that there were weapons around these people, all of which were different styles of scimitars, with black stones inlaid on them, and he didn't know what they were for.
Those people remained motionless, as if they could not hear what he said at all.
Lin Xin frowned slightly. He sensed that these people had fresh breaths, which was very normal. But upon closer inspection, he discovered the problem.
The four people sitting around were all blue-faced, their eyes wide open, and they sat there motionless. Obviously the heartbeat and breathing are normal, but there is no sign of moving at all.
Taking a closer look, Lin Xin suddenly let out a little surprise.
I saw that each of these people had a character engraved on their foreheads - Ding.
It is a scarlet letter written in ghost script and ghost drawing symbols.
"There are thousands of spells, but I didn't expect there to be such a fixing spell." Lin Xin suddenly felt novel.
Obviously none of these people died, they were just cursed, so they could only freeze here and could not move. And from the looks of it, the person who cast the curse should not have gone far.
"It's interesting." Lin Xin was planning to study the spell carefully.
Suddenly there was a rush of footsteps outside. It seems that someone has come in.
Lin Xin ignored it, and approached directly, grabbed one person's head and lifted it up, so that he could carefully observe the shape and strokes of the spell.
"Kill my brother, rape my wife and daughter! Immobilized ghost! I won't be able to relieve the hatred in my heart if I don't smash your body into thousands of pieces in a few days!!!" A group of people rushed into the door, and the first one roared with tears on his face.
Seeing Lin Xin, the group became even more angry and excited.
"It's him! Today I finally caught him and killed him!!" Without saying a word, the man in charge raised his knife and slashed towards Lin Xin.
Lin Xin tilted his head slightly, but he felt baffled when he saw this group of people rushing towards him without saying a word. (.)