A hoarse and old voice came from upstairs, stopping the deacon in gray from moving.

"Master Wang!"

Then he saw an old man in black standing on the top of the building with a stern look, his eyes were stern and gave people great pressure.

"Greetings to the Hall Master!"

When the other outer disciples in the Zongwu Hall hall saw the old man, their expressions changed slightly, and they knelt down to salute respectfully.

This old man is the master of the Zongwu Hall, and his cultivation has reached the ninth level of martial arts.

There are ten levels of martial arts, and every third level is a hurdle, approaching the limit of the physical body step by step. The further you go, the harder it is to break through.

In the entire Qingyun Sect, except for the sect leader, there are very few people who can cultivate at the ninth level of martial arts. Even looking at the entire Tianshui Kingdom, Hall Master Wang is considered to be a handful of masters with strong strength.

On weekdays, this old man sits in charge of the Zongwu Hall and rarely interferes 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 clothes, entry-level skills and weapons.

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"Yes, yes, the hall master is right, and my subordinates will definitely comply with it."

The old man nodded slightly when he saw this, glanced at Lin Yun, turned and left.

The deacon in gray breathed a big sigh of relief. Fortunately, the hall master did not punish him. He was lucky today.

But thinking that he, a great deacon, has to personally distribute clothes and choose swordsmanship to this sword slave, I suddenly feel a little unhappy.

"Come with me."

After saying angrily, Deacon Yang led Lin Yun towards the second floor.

Seeing Lin Yun disappear on the second floor, the Qingyun Sect disciples in the hall all said that Lin Yun was very lucky.

If Hall Master Wang hadn't appeared, Lin Yun would have suffered a lot today.

As for Zhou Ping, who was lying down, he could only admit that he was unlucky. No one cared about him anymore.

The second floor of the Zongwu Hall is the important place of the sect.

Most of the exercises and martial arts collected by the entire Qingyun Sect are placed here. New outer disciples have an opportunity to choose exercises and martial arts for free, and they must make contributions before they can redeem them.

"Let's choose the exercises first. Anyone who has reached the third level of martial arts can practice internal energy. This is the place where the internal energy exercises are placed."

Deacon Yang led Lin Yun to a row of bookshelves, pointing his finger and refusing to say more.

Lin Yun didn't see anyone else. He came to the bookshelf and quickly flipped through the various exercises.

"Qingyun Jue, Feng Lei Jin, Bishui Jue..."

Seeing the speed at which Lin Yun was flipping through the pages, Deacon Yang couldn't help but have a mocking look on his lips. The Sword Slave was the Sword Slave, and he was flipping through the pages so fast that he might not even be able to understand them all.

If you have some discernment, you will know where to ask me for answers and how to choose.

"Deacon Yang, please choose this book."

"Pure Yang Kung."

Deacon Yang took it and took a look, his face couldn't help but become weird, and he couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

Those who practice Pure Yang Kung Fu have strong and strong internal energy, but the practice of this Kung Fu is slow, and most of the people in the sect who choose this Kung Fu give up in the end.

"you sure?"

"confirmed."

The gray-clothed deacon smiled and said: "You have good eyesight. This technique is good and suits you very well."

Lin Yun observed the words and expressions and knew that the gray-clothed deacon had a knife hidden in his smile and had no good intentions.

But just a moment ago, he had read through all the outlines of the exercises on the bookshelf.

one word

No matter what, it’s all imprinted in my mind.

After comprehensive consideration, I chose this book called Pure Yang Kung. The ten levels of martial arts are all about polishing the physical body. Pure Yang Kung's inner strength is thick and strong, so it is undoubtedly the most suitable.

Next, choose martial arts. Martial arts are the same as Kung Fu. The levels are divided into basic, medium and advanced.

Lin Yun chose a medium-level swordsmanship called Liufeng Swordsmanship. This swordsmanship is famous for its huge lethality and dexterity.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you. This Liufeng Sword Technique requires very high levels of understanding, and many inner disciples find it difficult to master it."

Deacon Yang saw Lin Yun and chose the "wrong" exercise book again.

I thought to myself, after all, it was an errand assigned by the hall master, so I should give some guidance to avoid being exposed.

"It's okay, thank you, Deacon Yang, for reminding me."

"Ignorant of good and evil!"

Deacon Yang's face darkened, he whispered, and ignored Lin Yun.

Zongwutang Weapons Pavilion.

Since swordsmanship was chosen as the martial skill, the sword was naturally chosen as the weapon. Deacon Yang handed him one at will without giving him a chance to choose.

Pulling the sword out of its sheath, Lin Yun looked it over and found that the three-foot sword was quite satisfactory.

This sword is made of green steel that has been tempered thousands of times. It is the standard sword for sect disciples. Lin Yun saw many of it when he was a sword slave.

Judging from the lines on the sword body, it should be of the best quality among blue steel swords.

Click!

Without any warning, the sword suddenly broke and fell to the ground with a sloshing sound.

Only half of the long sword was left in his hand.

"what happened?"

Deacon Yang stepped forward and took the sword. After looking at it for a long time, he didn't understand. He cursed: "Change the sword. The person who purchased the blue steel sword in the sect has faked it."

Click! Click! Click!

After changing three swords in a row, each one broke without warning. Deacon Yang looked Lin Yun up and down: "You sword slave, you are not causing trouble, are you?"

Lin Yun specializes in swordsmanship and is somewhat famous within the Qingyun Sect.

Four green steel swords exploded for no apparent reason, making Deacon Yang a little suspicious.

Lin Yun was also puzzled in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "I don't have the ability, and I won't do anything at will. How about, Mr. Deacon, let me make my own choice?"

"It's a beautiful idea, just wait!"

Deacon Yang glared at Lin Yun and started tinkering in the corner where the discarded swords were piled up in the weapons pavilion. After a moment, his eyes lit up.

He took out an old sword that was stained with rust and covered with dust, and handed it to Lin Yun without explanation.

Lin Yun didn't wait for the sword to be unsheathed and pushed it out forcefully: "Try the sword when you go back. Don't do it here. If you break it again, I really don't have a sword for you to use."

After breaking four swords in a row, Lin Yun was a little embarrassed and had to give up.

Before leaving, Deacon Yang looked at Lin Yundao and said, "Are you sure you don't want to change the Liufeng sword technique?"

"Not changing?"

"Haha, you are ambitious. The level of understanding required by this technique is beyond the imagination of a sword slave like you. If you don't change it now, if you ask me to change it in the future, I won't change it for you!"

"Farewell."

Regarding Lin Yun's persistence, the caring Deacon Yang sneered in his heart, "You can beg me for help!"

Two hours later.

In front of Lin Yun's cabin, he changed into sect clothes. He wore a white robe underneath and a green gown outside. His handsome face looked much more energetic.

In the open space in front of the wooden house, the sword

The sound roared, and Lin Yun danced with the sword, his movements were flowing and flowing, and he swung it freely.

If Deacon Yang were here, he would definitely break into a cold sweat and be in disbelief.

The Liufeng Sword Technique, which ordinary people would not be able to master in half a month, can be easily mastered in Lin Yun's hands, and he can do whatever he wants.

"It doesn't seem that difficult."

After two hours, Lin Yun had his first glimpse of the door and had completed the basic sword moves of Liufeng Sword Technique.

In addition to the basic sword moves, Liufeng Sword Technique also has three major killing moves, Gathering Swords into Wind, Reflecting Light and Flowing Shadow, and Wind Passing Without Traces.

There is still a long way to go before the swordsmanship is achieved, but if you think about it, it won't be long.

Lin Yun looked at the sword body thoughtfully. It was an old sword thrown to him by Deacon Yang.

The sword is two fingers wide and three feet long. The blade is dull. The sword body is greenish brown and looks old and dull.

Knocked lightly on it, there was no crisp metal sound from the heavy sword body.

Lin Yun determined that this should be directly polished from a piece of metal wood.

In addition to the sword body that can be forged from metal, swords can also be made from animal bones, mountain rocks, and metal wood, but they are relatively rare.
To be continued...