A hoarse and old voice came from upstairs, and stopped the action of the gray-clothed deacon.
"Master Wang!"
On the top of the building, there was an old man in black with a stern look, his eyes were stern, giving people a lot of pressure.
"Meet the hall master!"
The other outer disciples in the hall of the Zongwu Hall saw the old man, their expressions changed slightly, and at the same time they knelt down and saluted respectfully.
This old man is the head of the Zongwu Hall, and his cultivation has reached the ninth level of martial arts.
The tenth level of martial arts, every three levels has a hurdle, one step at a time approaching the limit of the physical body, the more difficult it is to break through.
In the entire Qingyun Sect, except for the sect master, there are very few people who can cultivate the ninth level of martial arts. Even if he looked at the entire Tianshui Kingdom, Hall Master Wang was considered to be a well-known expert with strong strength.
He is so old on weekdays that he sits in the ancestral hall and rarely intervenes in specific affairs.
"Deacon Yang, I know everything. You did the right thing, but since he passed your test, don't be embarrassed. As an apology, you are responsible for giving him sect clothing, entry-level exercises and weapons. "
"Yes, yes, what the hall master said is right, the subordinates must follow suit."
Seeing this, the old man nodded slightly, glanced at Lin Yun, and turned to leave.
The gray-clothed deacon breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately the hall master did not punish him, it was a great luck today.
But when he thought of being a dignified deacon, he had to personally distribute clothes to this sword slave and choose martial arts weapons, and he felt a little unhappy.
"Come with me."
Saying something angrily, Deacon Yang took Lin Yun to the second floor.
Seeing Lin Yun disappear on the second floor, the Qingyun Sect disciples in the hall all said that Lin Yun was lucky.
If Hall Master Wang hadn't appeared, this Lin Yun would have suffered a lot today.
As for Zhou Ping lying down, he could only admit that he was unlucky, and no one cared about him anymore.
The second floor of the Zongwu Hall is an important place for the sect.
Most of the exercises and martial arts collected by the entire Qingyun Sect are placed here. New outer sect disciples have a chance to choose free exercises and martial arts for free, and then they have to make contributions before they can exchange them.
"Let's choose the exercises first. Anyone who reaches the third level of martial arts can cultivate inner strength. This is where the inner strength exercises are placed."
Deacon Yang brought Lin Yun to a row of bookshelves, not wanting to say more with a single finger.
Lin Yun didn't see it either. When he came to the bookshelf, he quickly flipped through the various exercises.
"Qingyun Jue, wind and thunder force, clear water art..."
Seeing the speed at which Lin Yun flipped through, Deacon Yang couldn't help but raise a mocking look on the corner of his mouth. The sword slave is the sword slave. If you turn it so fast, I am afraid that I can't understand a book.
If you have some eyesight, you will know what to ask me to answer and how to choose.
"Deacon Yang, choose this book below."
"Pure Yang Gong."
Deacon Yang took it over and took a look, his face couldn't help but get weird, and he couldn't stop sneering inside.
Those who practice pure Yang Gong have strong internal energy, but the practice of this practice is slow, and most of the people who choose this practice in the sect eventually give up.
"you sure?"
"confirmed."
The gray-clothed deacon smiled and said, "Have eyesight, this technique is good, it suits you very well."
Lin Yun observed his words and expressions, knowing that the gray-clothed deacon was hiding a knife in his smile, uneasy and kind.
But just a moment ago, he had already read the outline of the exercises on the bookshelf.
Not a word, it's all imprinted in my mind.
After comprehensive consideration, I chose this pure Yang Gong. The tenth level of martial arts is to polish the physical body. Pure Yang Gong's internal strength is thick and fierce, and it is undoubtedly the most suitable.
Next, the selection of martial arts is the same as martial arts, and the level is divided into basic, medium and high.
Lin Yun chose a medium-level swordsmanship, Liufeng Swordsmanship, which is known for its great lethality and dexterity.
"Don't blame me for not reminding you, this flow of wind swordsmanship requires a lot of understanding, and it is difficult for many inner disciples to practice."
Deacon Yang saw Lin Yun and chose another "wrong" exercise.
I thought to myself, after all, it was an errand given by the hall master, and it was time to make a call, so as not to lose the handle.
"It's okay, thank you Deacon Yang for reminding me."
"I don't know what's wrong!"
Deacon Yang's face sank, and he whispered something, ignoring Lin Yun.
Zongwutang Weapon Pavilion.
Since the martial arts chose the sword method, the weapon must naturally choose the sword, and Deacon Yang did not give him the opportunity to choose and handed it over at will.
Raising the sword out of its sheath, Lin Yun looked at it and was satisfied with the three-footed sword.
This sword was tempered thousands of times by Qinggang. It was the standard saber of sect disciples. Lin Yun had seen many of them when he was a sword slave.
Looking at the texture of the sword body, it should belong to the best level in the blue steel sword.
Click!
Without warning, the blade suddenly broke and fell to the ground with a sway.
Only half of the long sword is left in his hand.
"what happened?"
Deacon Yang stepped forward and grabbed the sword body, but after looking at it for a long time, he didn't understand, and cursed: "Let's change it, the people who buy the blue steel sword from the sect will be shoddy again."
Click! Click! Click!
After changing three in a row, each one broke without warning. Deacon Yang looked up and down at Lin Yun: "You sword slave, aren't you doing something wrong?"
Lin Yun, who cultivated swordsmanship with one hand, was also considered a little famous in the Qingyun Sect.
Four consecutive blue steel swords burst for no reason, making Deacon Yang suspicious.
Lin Yun was also puzzled in his heart, and pondered: "I don't have the ability, let alone do things at will. Or, Lord Deacon, let me choose it myself?"
"Think beautifully, you wait!"
Deacon Yang glared at Lin Yun and fiddled around in the corner of the weapon pavilion where the discarded swords were piled up. After a while, his eyes lit up.
He took out a rusted, dusty old sword, and handed it to Lin Yun involuntarily.
Without waiting for Lin Yun to draw the sword out of its sheath, he forcibly pushed it out: "Try the sword after you go back, don't get it here, if you break it again, the old man really has no sword for you to use."
After breaking four swords in a row, Lin Yun was also a little embarrassed and had to give up.
On the occasion of parting, Deacon Yang looked at Lin Yun and said, "Are you sure you won't change this Liufeng sword technique?"
"Don't change?"
"Haha, you have ambition. The level of comprehension required by this technique is beyond your imagination, as a sword slave. If you don't change it now, you will ask the old man to change it in the future, and the old man will not give it to you!"
"Farewell."
Regarding Lin Yun's insistence, Deacon Yang, who was concerned, sneered in his heart, there are times when you beg me!
Two hours later.
In front of Lin Yun's cabin, he changed into his sect costume. Wearing a white robe on the inside and a blue tunic on the outside, his handsome face looked more energetic.
In the open space in front of the wooden house, the sound of the sword roared, and Lin Yun danced with the sword in his hand, his movements flowing smoothly and freely.
If Deacon Yang was here, he would definitely break out in a cold sweat, unbelievable.
In half a month, ordinary people could not be proficient in the flow of wind swordsmanship, but in Lin Yun's hands, he could do whatever he wanted.
"It doesn't seem to be that difficult."
After two hours, Lin Yun took a first look at the door, and completed his understanding of the basic sword moves of Liufeng swordsmanship.
In addition to the basic swordsmanship, Liufeng swordsmanship also has three major ultimate moves, Gathering Sword into the Wind, Huiguang Liuying and Fengguo Wuhen.
Swordsmanship is still some distance away from Xiaocheng, but it won't take long to come.
Looking at the body of the sword, Lin Yun thought thoughtfully, this was the old sword that Deacon Yang threw to him.
The sword is two fingers wide, three feet long and three feet long, and the blade has no light. The blade was blue-brown, and looked old and worn, with no luster.
Gently knocked on it, the heavy sword body did not hear a crisp metal sound.
Lin Yun determined that this should be directly polished from a piece of metal wood.
In addition to the metal that can be used to forge the body of the sword, animal bones, rocks, and metal wood can also be used to make swords, but they are relatively rare.
Metal wood, not the official name, refers to some razor-sharp grass that rivals the hardness of metal.
When Mr. Hong taught him swordsmanship, he gave him a manual of the Hundred Flowers Sword, which contained records of many famous swords in the world.
Among them, there are some rare precious swords, which are made of natural grass and wood.
There are many plants and trees that can be made into swords, and the most famous is the ancient building wood.
The sword in his hand can't see the source.
However, its color is bleak and has no spiritual energy. No matter how big it is, I am afraid it will be a waste sword.
When the grass and trees become a sword, the most important thing is the natural rhythm and aura, if there is no special maintenance. As time goes by, the spiritual flow disappears, and the rhythm does not exist. It is not as good as ordinary ordinary swords.
But Lin Yun was still very happy, at least the sword wasn't breaking.
Good maintenance, barely enough.
Putting the sword back into its sheath, Lin Yun took out the Pure Yang Gong, and said with some anticipation, "It's time to cultivate inner strength."
Without cultivating inner strength, there will never be a way out, and the third level of martial arts is a true martial artist.
Knees cross, eyes closed.
After sensing the inner strength in his body, Lin Yun used pure Yang Gong to carefully operate the inner strength in his body.
Initially, not proficient.
The energy is scurrying around in the body, and it is difficult to control, like a loach.
By the time it was mastered, it was already dark.
With the starlight in the sky, Lin Yun's expectation in his heart has reached the peak, and he can finally successfully run the Pure Yang Gong.
With his mind sinking and pure Yang Gong running, Lin Yun entered some mysterious state.
As the internal energy circulated in the body, he could see the internal organs clearly, which was amazing.
Inside view!
After cultivating the three-level martial arts, you can look inside the five internal organs of the body, so as to truly embark on the road of martial arts.
It's just that Lin Yun, who was immersed in the practice of the exercises, didn't notice it.
In the mysterious space above the dantian in the body, an ancient broken sword exists alone, and the hilt is still wrapped in nine chains and spreads in the darkness.
When it was running the Pure Yang Gong, there was a little spiritual light that sprinkled on the broken sword, and ripples appeared.
With the sprinkling of aura, the end of the chain stirred in the darkness.
Weird and mysterious.