"It's done!"
Looking at the scene in front of him, there was a hint of joy on Lin Yun's face.
Although compared with the thousands of miles of white clouds and the nine-day gust of wind in the secret book, the power of this dragon and tiger is pitiful.
But in Lin Yun's view, it was enough.
With this style, Lin Yun is confident that he will not lose to the opponent even in the face of the eighth-level martial artist.
The excitement in Lin Yun's heart was beyond words.
He actually successfully completed the exercises on the Innate Remnant Book, and it only took two days.
If it spreads out, I don't know what kind of sensation it will cause.
Of course, to be able to go so smoothly, in addition to understanding, other reasons are more important.
One is that his Tiger Fist is at its peak, and there is a mysterious picture scroll. It can be said that no one can match him when it comes to using the entire sect of Tiger Might.
The second is that in front of the candle dragon statue in the main hall of the sect, it actually successfully led to the gathering of the wind and clouds, so that he was enlightened and truly understood the artistic conception.
What's more, this dragon and tiger is not a real ultimate move after all, and there are not too many incomplete ones.
The above conditions, without a Lin Yun can not be so smooth.
"Just the prestige, it's so terrifying, when the dragon and tiger boxing is really displayed, how amazing it will be!"
Lin Yun exclaimed softly as he looked at the big tree in front of him that was broken by Longhusheng's mighty shock, and the ground was like rain washed over.
Dragon Tiger Boxing is just for him, it fits perfectly.
It's a pity that it's just a scrap, and it's not easy to learn how to be a dragon and a tiger.
For the next three days, Lin Yun was hard at work practicing the dragon and tiger's prestige, not wanting to do whatever he wanted. At least in desperation, it must be able to perform smoothly and achieve small success within fifteen days.
The extra trump card that finally came out allowed him to fight Zhou Yun, adding a lot of confidence.
Naturally, take good care of it!
"Senior Brother Lin, I have your letter."
Five days later, Lin Yun, who woke up early, suddenly received a letter.
"Who sent it to me?"
"The messenger didn't say anything, Senior Brother, I'll take my leave first."
The person who came smiled and left quickly without staying.
Strange, in this Tianshui country, I have other acquaintances that I can't make. The original owner was an orphan and had no relatives.
When Lin Yun opened the letter, he was puzzled and solved it.
auctions!
The letter was sent by Tong Hu, the owner of Wanbao Pavilion in Baishui City.
The ten bloody bones he had entrusted to Tong Hu that day have been sent to the auction, and the auction will start soon.
"Almost forgot about it."
Lin Yun accepted the letter thoughtfully, the blood flame bone can create a profound weapon blood flame armor, and the value is immeasurable.
He had high expectations for this.
"Have to go."
After cleaning up, he left the sect.
Lin Yun, who had Dayan Jue by his side, did not rent a horse at the sect, and just rushed on the road.
Hurry up during the day, exercise the body method, and practice meditation at night.
When he was away from home, Lin Yun didn't really relax, and he never forgot to practice hard work.
The third level of pure Yang Gong can break through the fourth level in a few days.
There are a total of five pure yang skills, and the inner strength is known for its sturdy and condensed strength, which is extremely difficult to cultivate.
But under the circumstance that he is not stingy with the blood-turning pill and the low-grade spirit stone, he has made great progress, and he will break through within half a month.
If it is a blood flame bone, it can be a big price.
In the case of consuming a lot of low-grade spirit stones, Pure Yang Gong may not be able to break through to the fifth level and reach the state of perfection.
In addition, he watches the mysterious picture every day, condensing the charm of the tiger.
After spending four days, Lin Yun was able to see the outline of Baishui City from a distance.
"You should be able to enter the city during the day tomorrow."
Seeing that it was getting late, Lin Yun chose a secluded place and stopped hurrying.
After recovering the internal energy consumed during the day with pure Yang Gong, Lin Yun took out the mysterious picture scroll again.
The heart has the Tigers, fine sniffing the rose!
Every time I saw the words engraved on the scroll, Lin Yun was startled and thought about it for a long time.
What exactly is a tiger with a heart and sniffing roses, in fact, he doesn't understand it very well now.
The scroll, unfolding little by little.
boom!
A gust of wind rang in his ears, and the tiger in the painting was as usual, roaring incessantly, rushing into the depths of his heart, wanting to eat people.
Bang bang bang!
Every time I look at it, my heart feels like it has been hit hard, and it is extremely uncomfortable.
Now Lin Yun is much better than before.
Thinking back to the beginning, he didn't dare to look at it at first, so he shivered with fright at the picture scroll.
At this moment, Tiger Fist was running quietly, and he stared at the tiger that kept rushing towards him.
Immerse yourself in it, get carried away.
call out!
I don't know when, a sword light burst out from the painting and detonated in front of his field of vision. That sword light illuminated all the night in his eyes.
"Jiang Guang!"
Lin Yun exclaimed in his heart, and almost threw the scroll away in excitement.
I saw it again, there is really a sword light!
Once in the picture scroll, he saw a flash of sword light, but he couldn't see it later.
He thought he had hallucinations, and today the sword light was renewed, making him a little speechless with excitement.
Lin Yun held his breath, restrained his nervousness, and endured the enormous pressure brought by the sword light.
Work hard to keep your inner peace.
If he wants to see, he must see clearly where this sword light comes from.
The sword light in front of him dissipated little by little, and his eyes gradually converged on the picture scroll.
When the sword light completely dissipated, Lin Yun's face changed slightly, and the picture scroll unexpectedly changed. In the center of the drawing paper, there are some pictures that have never been seen before.
One more person.
The man was wearing a long robe, leaning on his side, holding a sword in his left hand, pointing to the sky. He opened his right hand and sent it to the front, a rose blooming in his palm.
The whole person seems casual and calm, poetic, free and uninhibited.
With one more person, the mood of the picture has completely changed.
The fierce tiger in the painting is still prestige, swallowing mountains and rivers, and rushing directly to the soul. It's just that its target has changed, not Lin Yun outside the painting, but the rose in the palm of the painting.
In Lin Yun's mind, he could even imagine the fierce tiger swallowing mountains and rivers in the next moment.
Closing your eyes, sniffing the fragrance of roses meekly.
The tiger in the painting is very large, occupying most of the area of the entire painting paper, and the man in the painting only has a point in the center.
But who is the master and who is the slave can be known at a glance.
Just when Lin Yun was shocked, a voice suddenly sounded in his ear, and the person in the painting moved.
"Where does the flower come from!"
He saw the roses in his palm floating, took the sword in his right hand, and danced in the air.
Flowers fall on the tip of the sword, blooming with dazzling splendor. At this moment, he was as calm as water, as peaceful as water.
Infinite sword power erupted from his body, which was a hundred times thousand times stronger than the previous tigers.
He is more dazzling than the stars, and he has thousands of rays of light, which can compete with Haoyue. As if the next sword fell, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers would tremble under his sword.
But he couldn't see it anymore, his sword was so fast that Lin Yun couldn't even hear what he said.
When he took the sword away, the flowers were falling, and the flowers were colorful and flamboyant.
Suddenly, he looked back and smiled. With this smile, all the flowers turned pale.
The sword came out and leaped into the air.
The rain of flowers, and his sword, turned into a fierce tiger swallowing mountains and rivers, and rushed out of the picture.
rock!
Lin Yun was startled, the picture scroll fell to the ground, and suddenly woke up like a dream.
Looking up, in the night, the sky is full of stars.
Looking around, it was pitch-dark, where there were hundreds of flowers, and where there were people dancing swords.
Lin Yun was speechless, as if there were no gods.
For a while, I didn't know where I was.
In his mind, it was that person who turned around and slashed his sword, and it was that person who was invincible.
After a long time, he woke up, lowered his head and picked up the scroll.
Looking at it again, the tiger is still the same tiger, but there is really a person in front of the tiger. Flowers in one hand, sword in the other. The fierce tiger swallowing mountains and rivers lightly smells the fragrance of flowers, which creates a huge contrast with its image.
It turns out that the person has always been there, it's not that the picture has changed, it's just that he was covered by a tiger before.
No swords, no flowers, only man-eating tigers.
I have a tiger in my heart, sniff the roses carefully... Lin Yunruo realized something and benefited a lot.
What's even better is that there is a set of swordsmanship hidden in the picture scroll, but that set of swordsmanship, no matter how he recalls, he can only think of where the flower came from.
rub rub!
Lin Yun put away the scroll, unsheathed the burial foil, and kept practicing with the darkness of the night without saying a word.
"Where does the flower come from, where does the flower come from!"
The sword light danced, and he kept muttering to himself, as if there was a demonic barrier.