Sword Dao Alchemy

"At least they call me an ancestor, let's see! If you can take care of it, take care of it. If you can't, just leave."

Lin Yun looked at these guys who were begging him and shouted coldly: "Look what you all look like? You are such cowards, it's really irritating. Everyone, stand up..."

Lin Yun shouted, and those guys were so frightened that they got up one by one and did not dare to speak.

Among them, the strongest one is only at the level of four stars in the Martial Spirit Realm, which is on the same level as Lin Yun's current level.

But Lin Yun's shout contained the power of mental magic, which shook their souls, and each of them was shocked by the power of their ancestor.

"Tell me, what is it that makes you so scared that you come to seek help from the ancestor?" Lin Yun asked sharply.

Everyone looked at each other, and finally a bolder young man stood up.

"Back to my ancestor, he was a young man from outside. He wanted our sect's divine sword, but the sect master refused, so he fought with several princes, and they all died in the battle..."

"We have no choice but to come here to ask our ancestors to save our sect..."

"Now that the ancestor has come out, we are saved..."

As he spoke, everyone knelt down and begged again.

Lin Yun couldn't stand this, and said with a smile: "It's true that I lost my life for a magic sword..."

"If the Divine Sword is really awesome, it will naturally be able to save you. If it can't save you, it can only be said to be a broken sword. What's the use of it?"

Lin Yun's words made everyone look horrified. They didn't expect that their ancestor would actually speak to outsiders.

Lin Yun saw their disappointment and smiled: "Although I say this, you are also pitiful. I will go over and take a look..."

Everyone was so happy that they crawled on the ground and shouted.

"The great ancestor's wisdom and martial arts are the blessing of our Divine Sword Sect."

Lin Yun had already flown over their heads, heading towards the place where the killing call was coming.

Everyone got up and followed him staggeringly, all looking like sick cats descending the mountain.

When Lin Yun arrived with his people, the screams had subsided.

I saw people kneeling on the ground in front of the broken hall.

A red-haired young man stood in the middle, holding a sword with a cold light in his hand.

The red-haired young man looked at the sword seriously and ignored Lin Yun's arrival.

Kneeling at his feet was an old man. Judging from his clothes, he had a high status in the sect.

"Ah! Sect Master... you are not dead?"

"Don't be afraid now, our ancestor is here to save us..."

The people who followed Lin Yun shouted when they saw the person kneeling at the feet of the red-haired young man.

They saw that the sect leader who died after being struck by a sword turned out to be just pretending to be dead.

Hearing everyone's shouts, the red-haired young man stopped looking at the sword and looked at Lin Yun.

The reason why he noticed Lin Yun was because Lin Yun was the most outstanding one among these people.

"Are you their ancestor, a guy who has practiced in the ruins for eight thousand years?" the red-haired young man asked.

Then, some doubts appeared in his eyes.

"However, after practicing for eight thousand years, your realm is still two stars lower than mine. It's too weak!"

Lin Yun smiled lightly and said, "It doesn't matter how many stars you have. What matters is your strength."

"Hey! You kid is still crazy! I thought I was crazy enough." The red-haired young man smiled contemptuously and looked at his sword again.

In his eyes, Lin Yun posed no threat to him, so it was better to take a closer look at the rumored divine sword.

"I'm just telling the truth. The word crazy has never been associated with me." Lin Yun still smiled lightly, as if talking to an old friend.

"I think so! Can you show me the sword in your hand? If it is really a divine sword, I will make the decision and it will be yours."

"If it's just a handful of garbage, just give it back to them. As for other things, I saw that there weren't many casualties, so I just let it go."

As Lin Yun spoke, he also extended his hand.

The red-haired young man looked at him with surprise in his eyes, because few people spoke to him like this.

However, now it seems that he can't refuse Lin Yun's words.

Because what Lin Yun said seemed to make sense.

So, he could only smile helplessly and said: "You still say that you are not crazy and we are not familiar with each other, so you dare to talk to me like this."

"However, I, Bai Qi, am also a reasonable person among the geniuses of Anyue Kingdom, so I can't let you underestimate me. Let me show you."

The red-haired young man Bai Qi threw the sword in his hand.

Lin Yun caught the sword, but was shocked in his heart. He didn't expect that he actually ran to Anyue Kingdom Middle School.

While Lin Yun was secretly shocked, the sycophants behind him started shouting.

"My ancestor is mighty! He took back the sect's divine sword!"

"Ancestor is the first person in history to subdue others without fighting..."

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Listening to these shameless compliments, Lin Yun got goosebumps all over his body.

What future can such a sect have?

I am afraid that the sect master who is still kneeling on the ground trembling at this time is not only greedy for life and afraid of death, but also a person who likes to flatter.

The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, consistent.

Lin Yun had no intention of sighing for them and looked carefully at the sword in his hand.

I saw that the pine-grained cloth on the sword body turned into the shape of a dragon and tiger. The cold light was cold and the sword aura was compelling. It really had the demeanor of a divine sword.

It vibrates slightly, and the sound is like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring.

However, the few dissonant sounds mixed in it made Lin Yun have a trace of contempt on his face.

It's nothing more than "gold and jade on the outside, but ruined on the inside".

Even though he can show off, in actual combat, he is only on par with top-grade martial arts soldiers.

In short, this sword is too bad in Lin Yun's eyes now.

"In my opinion, Senior Brother Bai, you don't need this sword." Lin Yun looked at Bai Qi and smiled, throwing the sword back.

"So you also saw it, it's just a face-saving thing, and it made me run in vain!" Bai Qi shook the sword in his hand and smiled bitterly.

"But I don't want to run in vain, so I want to sell it for scrap metal to get some travel expenses. But, Senior Brother, your eyesight is so good, I can't lose your face."

"How about this! If you can block my sword, I will give you this face and return the sword to them."

As Bai Qi spoke, he drew his broad-bladed heavy sword from behind and looked at Lin Yun, with a surging fighting spirit in his eyes.

"Okay! If I can block your sword, not only will you return the sword, but I will also go with you." Lin Yun also showed the Purple Sword.

"This is better. I like you. Maybe we can become friends."

As Bai Qi was speaking, he suddenly attacked with a sword.

The sword seemed slow, but it was actually as heavy as a mountain, and its momentum was extremely fierce.

Lin Yunzi leaned on the sword and rushed forward casually.

"Ding!"

The two swords collided with each other, and then a circular cross section burst out from one point, cutting the air and making a whistling sound.

The people around him dodged in panic.

"Swish!"

The transparent cross section broke a hundred-foot-long hole in the hard stone ground, and smoke and dust rose into the sky.

In the smoke and dust, the magic sword rushed out and stabbed right in front of the embarrassed sect master's face.

Lin Yun and the red-haired young man had long disappeared.

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