I am the only one who is in the flowing temple.

Because of the heavy rain, the temple seemed much colder in the afternoon. In the spacious lobby, there were only a few swordsmen competing with swordsmanship.

Of course, most of the ones used were bamboo swords, but in the lobby in the center of the dojo, it was rare to use real samurai swords. [bsp;    "Bang!" In the field, a man and a woman were competing. The two samurai swords bounced open to each other when they touched each other, but there was no difference between the winners and the winners.

In the seat at the east of the lobby, there were three middle-aged men sitting cross-legged. They seemed to have seen many real sword competitions. They were not surprised by the competitions in the field. They were calm and calm, and sometimes they would whisper to each other and comment on the players' pros and cons.

"Stop." The middle-aged man in the middle saw the woman using a killer move, and took advantage of the man's unpreparedness to knock the other party's samurai sword away, and quickly stood up and shouted to stop the game.

"This competition was won by Chie from the Sakamoto family. Yamamoto-kun, please step down."

"I..." Yamamoto's face turned red and looked at Qianhui, who was proud of the court, and he was extremely unwilling to leave the court.

"Qianhui, your skills are becoming more and more proficient." The middle-aged man nodded slightly to the woman below: "This time the sect leader plans to accept 10 disciples, but now you can't escape."

Qianhui took off her protective face and showed a lovely beautiful face. The girl holding a samurai sword can be said to be so beautiful that she can make people excited, but her expression is cold and frosty, her charm is not as good as a girl, and her appearance is better than that of Tang Xuelan, who is a special lover.

"It is my wish of Qianhui to become the disciple of Yansheng Sword Saint."

As the second daughter of the Japanese chaebol Sakamoto family, Chiei said the truth at this time without any flattery. The reason was that it was secret rewards received by these big families!

After 20 years of enlightenment, Liu Sheng finally realized the true meaning of the sword. He suddenly visited a suburb yesterday and slashed out with a sword. The sword light was overflowing, and the light was magnificent in the sky. The power of a sword was soaring to it!

The disciple of the Master Jiandao who is so strong that he can't use common sense to understand it, who will not fight for it if he has this opportunity?

But they didn't know that it only took only one day to obtain such terrifying power!

"Prepare for the next competition." The middle-aged man sitting on the left was actually more optimistic about the male contestant. He said, unwilling to be popular among Qianhui.

"Qianhui, please step back for now and let the next group come up." The man in the middle nodded and ordered.

"In the successor of the Xia Kunlun Temple of War, today I heard that the Sword Saint of Yagyu has obtained the swordsmanship, so I will visit you!"

Just as Qianhui was about to retreat, the door of the lobby suddenly screamed. As several disciples retreated, a powerful male voice also came into the lobby.

"Who! You dare to come to my temple to act wildly."

The middle-aged man on the right was furious and pulled out his samurai sword and rushed forward in three steps, taking two steps, shouting loudly.

Lin Yunxuan's fighting clone appeared openly from the gate. Seeing the hot man, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, he sneered, and did not dodge, but took a step forward, then punched out, and actually grabbed the hot man's knife and knocked him away, rolled to the barefoot of the girl Qianhui before barely stopping.

Everyone in the Taoist disciples were surprised and stood up with covetous faces. They couldn't figure out who in Japan dared to be so brave. Not only did they break here, they beat the teacher with excellent martial arts skills in their minds with one punch.

"Eight squares, embarrassing guy." The middle-aged man in the middle was the chief tutor of the dojo. Seeing the hot man's embarrassing appearance, he couldn't help but curse, then stared at Lin Yunxuan's fighting clone and asked, "Who are you, what are you doing here?"

"I said it." Lin Yunxuan smiled faintly and stood with his hands behind his back and said softly: "I am from the Kunlun War Temple in the land of China. I come here to visit Liu Sheng's Sword Saint."

"Sir Sword Saint, can you see me by just talking casually?" A male disciple shouted loudly because of the crowds present.

"Idiot!" Qianhui kept thinking about the scene when Lin Yunxuan defeated the teaching by fighting clone just now, and concluded that this man's skill was enough to defeat everyone present at speed. Seeing the male disciple who was rude, he couldn't help but sarcastically whisper.

"Oh, then you think, what should I do to meet the Sword Saint of Yassan?" Lin Yunxuan's fighting clone turned to look at the male disciple.

The male disciple looked at Lin Yunxuan's fighting clone's eyes and felt that the other party's eyes were as bright as lightning. A sense of fear arose inexplicably. His legs almost trembled and he knelt on the ground. Facing the male fighter's inquiry, he could not say a word.

Lin Yunxuan's fighting clone did not move, but just stood there, and he actually felt a momentum like a mountain of pressure, which made everyone present panting and fearful.

"Is this the pressure? It seems that I'm using it well." Lin Yunxuan glanced around, very satisfied that the pressure skills he learned and used could be useful in actual combat.

"Hahaha!"

Suddenly, a burst of laughter with vicissitudes came from the east, relieving the oppression brought to everyone by Lin Yunxuan's fighting clone.

"It turns out that a hero is a teenager." In front, a middle-aged short-bearded man in a white samurai uniform smiled and walked out.

I saw the man take several steps forward and actually arrive only two or three meters ahead of Lin Yunxuan’s fighting clone!

"Are you the Sword Saint of Liu Sheng?" Lin Yunxuan could not think of anyone who could have such inhuman skills when he saw such tricks.

There was a smile on the corner of the visitor's mouth, and just a sound came down, and a clear and clear aura that made people feel peaceful.

"This guy is not simple!" Lin Yunxuan's heart skipped a beat. He found that he could not see through the other party's strength at all!

Fortunately, Lin Yunxuan's real strength in fighting clone must be equipped and skills, so he is not afraid that the other party will see through him.

The Sword Saint Liu Sheng looked at Lin Yunxuan's fighting clone and suddenly stood still. He laughed a long time ago, and the laughter became louder and louder. In the end, the entire lobby was trembling under the laughter.

"Okay, what a successor to Kunlun Temple of War. It seems that this world is as wonderful as I thought, and it is not in vain for my 20 years of seeking Taoism!"

The Sword Saint Yagyu was very excited, as if he knew that there were also male fighters who also had extraordinary power, which made him feel like he met an old friend.

However, Liu Sheng Sword Saint didn't know that his performance made Lin Yunxuan confirm one thing, that is, the real person affected by the transfer task would not provide him with other information except for the surge in his strength. In other words, if he controls it well, he has a lot of room for control!

"This world hides dragons and creeps in a creeping tiger, but as far as I see, there are not many super-super-minded figures like you, Liu Sheng," Lin Yunxuan said flatteringly.

"I'm here today, and there are actually two purposes." Lin Yunxuan said.

"Oh, let's hear it."

"The first purpose is to be able to compete with Yayoi Sword Saint." Lin Yunxuan, who wanted to test the opponent's strength, asked the fighting clone to speak out.

"As for the second point, I hope to tell you after the first point is completed."

"Travel with me? Of course!" Liu Sheng's Sword Saint looked at Lin Yunxuan's fighting clone, but his hands were extremely itchy. You know, as a Sword Saint, he had just obtained such powerful power. It was just when there was no opponent in actual combat. Now an opponent suddenly appeared, and he could let it go?

"I wonder if it's OK at this time?" Lin Yunxuan's fighting clone asked.
Chapter completed!