Sword Dao Alchemy

Mozi Yuanyuan went outside in a very embarrassed state, but he was unwilling to do so.

But he didn't dare to actually go to the Master to ask for something from Sheng Lianfang.

How can a powerful person who is a quasi-sage be easily invited?

Moreover, his master is not just his disciple, but has more than a dozen.

"Hmph! I'll wait at the door. When that kid comes out, I'll take it directly from him." Mo Ziyuan gritted his teeth.

"That's right! That's it... I don't believe it. How dare an elite disciple stand up to his senior brother?" Elder Yin added fuel to the fire.

So, Mo Ziyuan and his party actually stationed themselves at the entrance of Shengfang.

In the Saint Soldier Cave, the spring water suspended in the air burst out with jasper light, soft and warm, as if what was conceived in it was not a murder weapon, but a sacred object that protects the world.

On the sword, the sharp light has been restrained, only waiting to burst out when needed.

Lin Yun's heart moved. After being tempered and sublimated by the power left by his predecessors in the Saint Soldier Cave, his mental strength was greatly improved, and the time was ripe.

A natural breakthrough follows.

Three flowers in the spirit emperor realm.

At the moment of breakthrough, Lin Yun rushed out with a little effort, like crystal water droplets, sinking into the sword body.

The water droplets merged into the black phoenix pattern, but turned into phoenix eyes, crystal clear and bright, seeming to be able to see through the evil in the world.

At this moment, there was a wonderful connection between man and sword.

This kind of connection can maximize the advantages of swordsmanship in battle and greatly increase combat power.

"Okay! We're out..."

Lin Yun grabbed the sword and felt very good.

The sword is more than three feet long, greenish-gold, with a simple and lively black phoenix pattern, and has a general aura of transcendence.

"From now on, your name is Qingfeng Sword!"

The sword trembled slightly, expressing its joy.

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Yanjin, who was guarding outside, saw that the agitated clouds on the top of the Holy Soldier Peak had dissipated, and knew that Lin Yun was done.

While busy looking for the trap at the entrance of the cave, Lin Yun came over.

"Congratulations to Senior Brother Lin!"

"I still want to thank senior for helping me!"

Lin Yun thanked him and handed the sword over.

Yanjin didn't come to pick it up, but said with a smile: "You'd better take it back. I can't hold this sword, and I might get hurt by it."

Lin Yun did not force himself and took the sword back.

Indeed, it is risky for anyone else to control this sword except him.

Then, he took out a bag, which contained dozens of fine pills, including two holy pills.

"This... is the cost of refining the sword."

Lin Yun handed over the bag.

Yanjin hesitated for a moment, then took it.

"I originally wanted to give it to Senior Brother Lin, but I knew you wouldn't accept it, so I shamelessly accepted it."

Then he opened the bag and took a look, but he was shocked and said: "Senior Brother Lin...this is too much..."

"Senior! If it's missing... my sword won't do it either, it's spiritual." Lin Yun said with a smile.

"So, I still feel like there's less, but I only have so much in me right now."

Lin Yun's words were not polite. Indeed, the current value of Qingfeng Sword was not comparable to that of these pills.

These elixirs are worth tens of millions of obsidian crystals at most, which is far from the Qingfeng Sword.

Sure enough, as soon as Lin Yun finished speaking, he felt the Qingfeng Sword vibrate again, obviously looking a little sad.

Yanjin smiled and said: "Since Senior Brother Lin said this, then this sword is considered as a gift to Senior Brother Lin from me. The so-called friendship is priceless."

"As for the elixir, I also keep it. It was given to me by Senior Brother Lin."

"That's fair! Your sword won't feel underestimated."

Sure enough, Qingfeng Sword trembled slightly again, obviously satisfied with this statement.

It cannot be measured by money, only friendship can be reflected.

The sword measured by money is tyrannical, but the sword nourished by friendship is unstoppable.

"Senior's friendship moved Lin Yun. Originally, we were going to have a few drinks, but... my practice cannot tolerate my laziness, so Lin Yun will take my leave now. You can drink these bottles of wine yourself, senior!"

Lin Yun said, sending out ten more bottles of wine.

They are all things that have been nurtured in the treasure gourd for a long time. Compared with the elixir, its efficacy is not inferior at all.

"I like this!" Yanjin laughed and put away the wine.

Then he said: "Senior brother Lin, be careful when you go out. There are dogs watching you outside. Originally, I wanted to send you out, but I can't stay with you forever."

"So, it's up to you...I know you can do it."

"Thank you, senior!"

Lin Yun thanked him and walked out.

Yan Jin stopped sending it and watched Lin Yun leave.

When Lin Yun left Shenglianfang, he saw hundreds of people blocking the entrance of Shenglianfang.

There they were drinking, singing and dancing, waiting for him to come out.

Just when they saw him leaving the door of Shengrenfang, they pounced on him like dogs.

More than a hundred people surrounded him in an instant.

Mo Ziyuan sat on the golden chair and was carried in front of Lin Yun.

"Are you Lin Yun?"

Mo Ziyuan raised his eyelids and asked coldly.

"Aren't you talking nonsense? If I were not Lin Yun, you would get out of here right away." Lin Yun said with a contemptuous smile.

Mo Ziyuan suddenly became angry and scolded: "Lin Yun, don't be shameless. An elite disciple is not crawling like a dog here."

Following his scolding, a guy wearing an elite disciple's uniform hurriedly climbed up to Mo Ziyuan.

Mo Ziyuan wiped the guy's face with the sole of his shoe, and his mood eased a little. He said to Lin Yun: "Did you see it? He is an elite disciple who has been here for hundreds of years."

"In front of me, he is still like a dog, only worthy of licking my feet."

"What about you... I'll give you some face out of kindness. As long as you hand over the weapons you got in Shenglianfang, I will let you go."

"Otherwise, I will make it difficult for you to get along in Shanhe Sect..."

"Bah!" Lin Yun spat directly on his face.

Then he kicked Mo Ziyuan with a flying kick.

Mo Ziyuan, along with the golden chair and the elite disciples around him who were like dogs, flew out together and rolled on the ground.

This scene that happened in an instant frightened the other guys who were not hurt, and they retreated one after another.

Shanhe Sect prohibits private fighting.

But... Lin Yun's sudden action clearly shows that he is an unreasonable person.

And these people are all smart people. They know that they can't shout that Lin Yun violated the sect rules and beat others at this time.

Otherwise, Lin Yun would stomp on their faces.

If Lin Yun wanted to stomp, they could only endure it. After all, even Mo Ziyuan was kicked away by Lin Yun without any resistance.

So, if you meet a reasonable person, you can tell him the rules of the sect.

If you meet an unreasonable person, you should protect yourself and get through the crisis first.

They, the slaves, have the deepest understanding of this truth.

Because the rules of the sect are rules, but are there any fights?

Absolutely.

Otherwise, if they were not oppressed, who would be willing to be slaves?

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