Sword Dao Alchemy

"I'll go first!"

Monuta spoke first.

The green-shirted monk in front of him was as strong as him.

If he misses it, if the person he meets later is stronger than the monk in green shirt, he may not have the chance to meet Old Man Zhongshan.

Therefore, he was unwilling to let Lin Yun stand up first.

Lin Yun understood Monuta's thoughts and didn't say anything.

There was no friendship between him and Monuta.

Therefore, breaking up here is also a good thing.

"Okay!" The green-robed monk nodded slightly, looked at Lin Yundao and said, "You can continue to move forward and challenge my senior brother."

Sure enough, the person guarding behind must be stronger.

Monuta was secretly happy for her choice.

"Brother Mo! I hope you can pass...and let this go!"

Lin Yun had already said goodbye to him.

"I will pass! Come on, brother, let's practice here together."

Monuta couldn't help but be somewhat grateful to Lin Yun. After all, Lin Yun didn't fight with him and gave him a good opportunity.

"good!"

Lin Yun nodded and walked forward.

Behind him, Monuta and the monk in blue shirt were already fighting together.

Lin Yun did not look back.

When Lin Yun reached the end of the road, he saw the same monk in blue, sitting at the end of the road, playing the piano.

This guy looks younger than the previous one.

And he plays the piano really well.

Naturally, the faint oppressive aura coming from him was far stronger than the previous one.

His strength is the top among the Jiyuan gods, infinitely close to the level of a true god.

Lin Yun walked closer and stood still without speaking.

Just stood quietly, as if listening to the beautiful music.

The monk in green shirt didn't say anything, he was still playing the piano, very intoxicated.

The sound flows from the strings like water...

Suddenly it's like a deep mountain spring, quiet and peaceful.

Suddenly it's like a midsummer rainstorm, cold and sharp.

There are many emotions mixed in...

The love of close relatives, joys and sorrows, wandering and loneliness, hardship and seeking truth...etc. are all blended into the sound of the piano.

They seem to be incompatible with each other, but they are perfectly reflected in the sound of the piano.

It will slowly bring you into the world of piano music and make you lose yourself in it.

Lin Yun listened quietly, as if he had fallen into it.

The blue-shirted monk's piano music also became more and more urgent.

The slender fingers slid rapidly on the strings, and for a moment, it seemed like there were thousands of hands leaping and jumping on the strings.

And the sound of the piano seems to flow out from thousands of pianos.

Thousands of harps and thousands of notes converged into a rolling torrent of harp music that surged around Lin Yun.

Lin Yun suddenly laughed and said: "Senior brother's skills are truly unparalleled!"

The monk in green shirt shook his hand, and the rapid sound of the piano slowed down.

Thousands of hands were transformed, but only one pair remained.

But he sighed and said: "Whatever song will last forever... in front of Senior Brother Lin... is all in vain."

"It's a pity that I thought that my Qijue Qinyin has no rival under the true god."

"But I couldn't hurt Senior Brother Lin even a little... I'm so ashamed!"

And just as he lowered his head and sighed, suddenly where his fingers plucked the strings, several swords of light shot out.

In an instant, the sound of the piano became louder again.

It's like thousands of troops running wildly on the strings.

The torrent of rolling piano music was even more violent than before.

The burst of light turned into a ferocious god as it approached Lin Yun, holding a sword and attacking Lin Yun.

The sigh of the monk in green shirt is also a kind of killer.

If you thought he was about to admit defeat, you fell for his sneak attack.

Lin Yun is not someone who is easily fooled.

The sword is in hand.

The sword light flew across the room.

The ferocious gods who rushed towards him had already been chopped into nothingness by him.

“Beng Beng Beng~~~”

The strings also broke along with the ferocious god who was killed by Lin Yun, and the harsh sound directly hit Lin Yun's soul and consciousness.

But it's just in vain.

However, the monk in green shirt pulled out two swords, one heavy and one light, one long and one short, from the broken strings of the harp, and attacked Lin Yun.

The sound of the piano was useless to Lin Yun, so he could only use his powerful divine power.

In a job like guarding...even if you fail, you won't be punished.

But... the ridicule from other senior brothers is unavoidable.

Therefore, no one who comes here will let go.

It's all an effort.

The swords of the monks in green robes were like rain, intertwined into a large net, and strangled Lin Yun.

This was his strongest blow.

Lin Yun struck out with a sharp sword.

It's not fancy at all, but it seems too simple compared to the rain of swords from the blue-shirted monks.

But this simple sword possesses the purest power.

Wherever the sword light passed, a rain of swords filled the sky, being torn apart and flying from both sides.

Then a click was heard.

The two figures retreated at the same time.

It's just that one of the two swords in the hands of the monk in blue has been broken, and there is also a gap in the other one.

Lin Yun's side was intact.

Although it seems that both of them are retreating, the distance is about the same.

However, if the weapon in the hand breaks, it must be a defeat.

The monk in green shirt's face turned red.

Throwing the broken sword in his hand next to the broken string of the harp. ..

He bowed to Lin Yun.

"I've tried my best, but I still can't defeat Senior Brother Lin!"

"Senior Brother Lin, please pass."

After saying this, without waiting for Lin Yun to say anything, he turned around and left, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Lin Yun was stunned. He didn't expect this guy to leave without giving any instructions.

At the end of the road, there were several small paths extending forward, but Lin Yun didn't know where to go.

Suddenly, he saw someone running on a small path.

"Congratulations, Senior Brother Lin, for passing!"

"I'm here to take you to see him on the order of my master."

As he spoke, the man had come closer, and he was a monk who looked like a middle-aged Confucian scholar.

"Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother!"

Lin Yun bowed.

"Oh! Senior Brother Lin... I can't accept your gift..."

"The master thinks highly of you."

"Please!"

The man was very respectful to Lin Yun, bowed and let Lin Yun go to the front, and accompanied Lin Yun by his side.

Following this monk, he walked a zigzag path in this quiet garden.

Arrived at a peach garden.

Under the ancient peach tree, there sat a white-haired old man, reading a book.

However, the old man's realm was not low, judging from the faint breath.

He was much stronger than the owner of Mushan Manor. If compared with Canglan, there should be a gap, but not much.

He was a very powerful true god.

I'm afraid there would be no one stronger than him in this Jindi City.

No wonder his place looked different from other places, it was a bright place.

When Lin Yun was thinking secretly, the old man Zhongshan had already spoken.

"Brother Lin, please come and sit..."

The cultivator who led Lin Yun here automatically bowed and retreated.

Lin Yun walked over and bowed slightly.

"Lin Yun greets the senior!"

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