Sun Dazhu nodded in satisfaction and said: "You can leave this token, you can freely enter and exit the medicine garden, but you remember, without my permission, you can't touch any herbs in my yard, you know!"
Wang Lin nodded. He knew that Sun Dazhu didn't like him. At this time, he probably saw that he reached the third level of the condensing period. Only then did he more or less recognize him as an apprentice, so he respectfully retired.
After a short time, he came to the sword spirit pavilion in the main courtyard, where he had been here a long time ago, and now he is back in the old place, and the scene of the past reappears in his heart.
A disciple in white sits cross-legged outside the Jianling Pavilion. He is in his thirties. He is chubby and looks very strange. He is obviously not a person who participated in the training camp.
He glanced at Wang Lin and said in surprise: "Junior Brother, you only condensed the third level, what are you doing here? This is a place that can only come after the fourth level of Qi condensed."
Wang Lin did not speak, took out the token given by Sun Dazhu and threw it over.
The fat man took a look, and his expression immediately became weird. He seemed to be holding back his smile for a long time. Finally, he couldn't help but laugh and said: "It turns out to be the tradition of Sun Shishu. I have forgotten about this. , Sun Shishu has a habit of using Feijian to fill the front when communicating with other schools."
Wang Lin felt embarrassed, especially when he thought of Sun Dazhu's serious expression just now, he smiled bitterly.
The fat man laughed for a long time, waved his hand, forced his smile, and said, "Junior brother, you can go in. I suggest you choose the third from the right, the flying sword, which is amazing. When I first came here, I thought I met the best flying sword in Zhao Guo's cultivation world."
Wang Lin hurriedly thanked him. He walked earlier and was five feet away. He suddenly raised his brows, and found a turbulent wave ring in his spiritual consciousness, spreading out of the room, as if to prevent his progress.
When the fat man saw this, he knew that he had forgotten to turn off the restrictions on the sword spirit pavilion, and was about to greet Wang Lin to wait a while, but before he could shout out, he got stuck in his throat like a fishbone, holding back for a long time without saying a word , His eyes suddenly turned round, revealing a thick and incredible color.
Perceiving the resistance, Wang Lin couldn't help but think of the shameful scene of the year. He hummed and strode forward, five feet, four feet, three feet, two feet, one feet.
No matter how the resistance intensified, he couldn't stop Wang Lin's footsteps, and walked in with great ease. After entering the room, his consciousness swept away, and his heart moved. This room is very weird. His consciousness seems to have lost its function here, and he is confined to within three feet!
The fat man jumped up immediately with a shocked expression on his face. He was a disciple who was responsible for the sword spirit pavilion. He knew the power of the formation here to restrict and isolate all spiritual consciousness. He once saw that several uncles could not be strong. Walk into the pavilion, not to mention the inner disciples.
Only when recruiting disciples, will the power of the formation be reduced by countless times, so as to radiate the sword energy in the sword spirit pavilion, and choose whether there is a matching person.
"Could it be that the formation is broken?" The fat man couldn't believe what he was watching. After thinking for a long time, he thought that the formation must be broken, so he strode forward, ready to try it.
But as soon as he walked into Wuzhang, a huge pressure came on his face as if the sky was falling. The fat man's body was like a solitary boat in a sea of anger. He vomited blood several times and fell heavily to the ground. It took him a long time before he was relieved, with a look of fear on his face, and lost his voice:
"No... It's not broken!"
Wang Lin entered the room relaxedly, looked around, and saw that there were a pair of ancient swords of different lengths in the room, exuding a strong sword intent.
Wang Lin's gaze swept over a flying sword without stopping, and finally saw the best flying sword in Zhao's cultivation world that the fat man said.
After seeing it, Wang Lin was a little speechless. This could indeed be said to be the best flying sword. It couldn't be regarded as a flying sword at all, it was just a rectangular door.
Two palms wide and three feet long, the whole body glitters with golden light. Don't think that this golden light is some immortal spell, this golden light is purely because the sword is covered with gold!
Don't think that this gold is just a smoke covering a peerless sword. Underneath this gold is actually the most common pig iron, and there is nothing surprising about it.
At the handle, two huge diamonds are inlaid on it, and even the sword ears are woven with gold wire.
In short, this flying sword is absolutely awesome when taken out, and it definitely gives people a sense of invincible explosion.
Wang Lin touched his chin. He was really optimistic about this flying sword. If he didn't charge anything else, he would charge a lot if he was short of money in the future. If he could find a place to sell it, he would be able to sell it for a lot of money.
On this flying sword, there is a sign that reads: "This sword is called Jufu, which was made with a lot of money by the master of the martial sect 500 years ago. It is said to have the unpredictable power of ghosts and gods, but this sword has actually broken many times. Second, Shizu made a great contribution to the sect throughout his life, and the only last word before his death was to store this sword in the sword spirit pavilion for the destined.
Those who choose this sword must remember to be kind. "
Wang Lin couldn't help but laughed, grabbed the giant flying sword, and said to it: "I'll choose you, Wang is a poor man, if you are broken, don't want me to connect it to you!"
Putting the flying sword in the storage bag, Wang Lin walked out of the sword spirit pavilion, and the fat man looked at him nervously.
Wang Lin was isolated in the room just now, and he didn't notice the fat man's abnormality. At this time, he was quite surprised why the other party was arrogant and respectful.
Returning to Sun Dazhu’s medicine garden, taking out the flying sword, Sun Dazhu was immediately stunned and muttered to himself for a long time. He glanced at Wang Lin with profound meaning and said, “I saw this huge man back then, I really didn’t have the guts to carry it. Take it out, your kid has the courage, okay, three days later, you will carry it and let Xuan Dao Sect and your uncles have a look."
Three days later, the Hengyue School bell rang nine times, echoing in the mountains for a long time, and the head, along with all the uncles and their respective disciples, stood outside the hall one after another.
I saw a black spot in the sky, getting closer and closer, and finally appeared in everyone’s eyes. It was a thousand-footed centipede that was about a hundred feet long. This centipede was completely dark, stepping on black clouds, and thunder bursts during the flight. Rushed quickly.
All the inner sect disciples of the Hengyue faction took a breath, and their eyes were horrified. Some female disciples were even more frightened, and their legs became soft.
"What's all the fuss about, this thousand-legged centipede looks scary, but if you all go up and stabbing a sword, it will definitely die!" The red-faced old man beside the head shouted in dissatisfaction with a loud voice, apparently trying to make the centipede above. The Xuandao sect who was holding it heard it.