Xuan Zhenzi looked at Lin Xing in front of him with some solemnity. The smell of alcohol on his face had long since disappeared, and there was no trace of contempt in his eyes.
Just because he knew that the existence that could cut off the flying sword and his induction must not be an ordinary person.
At this moment, his sea of consciousness and body have made various preparations, and he can send out a thunderous strike at any time, using the strongest power to kill the opponent.
Lin Xing looked tired at the moment, just because he had died too many times after meeting Xuan Zhenzi.
At this moment, he sighed in his heart: "The fighting power of this second inheritance is so strong... that it can kill me with any move."
"He doesn't talk much when he's ruthless. His actions can cost lives. It's hard for me not to die in front of him..."
"If I could meet this kind of person every day, my current strength would definitely improve by leaps and bounds."
"I'm just too tired and don't give me any time to rest."
"If I can't reconcile with him this time, the next time I go back in time, I'll have to hide in Building C to avoid him."
His previous thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning. Lin Xing looked at Xuan Zhenzi, who looked solemn at the moment, and said, "Okay, don't move the flying needles in your sleeves."
"So is the thunderfire in the other sleeve."
"And stop the sword energy in your mouth."
He pointed to the opponent's belt again: "Don't take out the other flying sword in your waist either."
These are the experiences Lin Xing summed up after using different methods to deal with Xuan Zhenzi again and again, and being killed by the opponent in different ways.
But these words sounded like thunder in Xuan Zhenzi's ears, shaking him for a moment.
The other party actually revealed all the moves he had just secretly prepared to launch in one breath.
Especially the second flying sword, which is a secret move, has always been hidden in Xuan Zhenzi's belt. It has always been a sure kill when the sword is drawn. There has never been a living person under the sword, and there is absolutely no one alive except him. know the secret.
At this moment, he was also revealed by the other party.
What kind of vision is this? What kind of cultivation is it?
Xuan Zhenzi was shocked when he thought that the other party not only put away his flying sword, but also saw through him with just one look.
The Lin Xing in front of him has become unfathomable in his eyes.
Thinking of this, Xuan Zhenzi had temporarily put away his fighting spirit.
He was able to rise up in this troubled world and step by step to become a supreme elder in the dangerous environment of Tianyi Sect, all because of the caution and caution in his heart.
Even now that he has understood the second inheritance, this caution is still firmly in his mind, and it is something he is quite proud of in his life.
I saw Xuan Zhenzi's expression change, his original murderous intention dissipated like the spring breeze, and he said calmly: "It's my fault that I bumped into you today."
"But the flying sword was a gift from the elders of the master's sect. Please return it to me."
Lin Xing looked at him and said casually: "Killing requires a life. If you stab me with a flying sword, you should pay for it with your life. If I only ask you to pay me a flying sword, it will be an advantage for you."
A flash of anger flashed in Xuan Zhenzi's eyes, but thinking that the other party had revealed all his tricks at a glance, he endured it again.
Xuan Zhenzi continued to lower his profile and said that as long as the other party was willing to return the flying sword, he was willing to entertain the other party to make amends.
Seeing his appearance, Lin Xing then said: "Forget it, then Feijianzu will lend me one year as compensation, and I will return it to you after one year."
Although Xuan Zhenzi was willing to agree, he immediately refused again and again and just wanted to get the flying sword back.
Lin Xing felt more and more tired and said directly: "Then look for it yourself. If you can find it, take it back."
After saying that, he ignored Xuan Zhenzi and lay directly on the bed in the room to rest.
Xuan Zhenzi felt that the other person was breathing evenly, as if he had really fallen asleep.
This attitude of not caring about himself at all made Xuan Zhenzi feel confused for a moment.
He simply used his magic eye skills to try to search and sense his flying sword, hoping to take it back directly.
There was a flash of fluorescent light in his eyes, and countless mysterious lines lit up in his pupils, revealing a far higher level of magical eye skills than Jing Shiyu.
His sight seemed to be able to see through layers of barriers, and everything inside and outside the courtyard was as clear to him as the lines on his palm.
The first thing in the yard that caught his attention was a young girl.
It was a handsome girl with long black hair.
Originally, this girl had been standing quietly in a corner of the courtyard. At first glance, Xuan Zhenzi thought she was the maid in the courtyard.
But at this moment, after activating the Dharma Eye, following the movement of mysterious patterns in his pupils, every detail inside and outside the courtyard was revealed.
Then the girl's wrists hidden in the shadow of her sleeves were immediately exposed to his eyes, and the inhuman joints immediately caught his attention.
"This girl is actually a puppet?"
He was shocked, and wanted to follow the arm further to see the internal structure of the puppet girl, but found that his magical eyes were completely unable to see through the other person.
He could only see a trace of inspiration flickering on the opponent's body, which was pouring into the puppet girl's body from all over her body, as if she was wearing a fairy robe.
Seeing that this puppet was able to spit out inspirations like a monk from the second lineage, Xuan Zhenzi felt his scalp numb.
"This puppet can breathe out spiritual ideas in just one breath. It is almost like a born Taoist immortal body."
"But it's just a puppet...who can make such a puppet?"
Xuan Zhenzi subconsciously looked at Lin Xing, who was resting on the bed.
Not only did the opponent easily put away his flying sword and defeat all his tricks, the puppet standing quietly in the courtyard was also like a miraculous craftsmanship.
Lin Xing, who was lying on the bed at this moment, was already unfathomable in Xuan Zhenzi's eyes.
The look of him sleeping soundly clearly didn't take him seriously at all.
So after hesitating for a long time, he finally quietly exited the yard.
As soon as he walked out of the courtyard, he saw a large group of people waiting outside, all of whom were guests from Qunxing Pavilion just now.
The guests saw Xuan Zhenzi walking out with a gloomy face not long after he entered. There was no sound of fighting in the courtyard just now. What happened?
Just when everyone felt extremely curious, they saw a graceful figure flying from the distance, crossing a long street of hundreds of meters and arriving in front of the courtyard in the blink of an eye.
Looking at the other party, Xuan Zhenzi laughed: "Jing Shiyu, my good teacher niece, you are really good at it."
Jing Shiyu had just received the news that Xuan Zhenzi had attacked her yard, and immediately rushed over to stop him, but she didn't expect that the other party would say such words.
Xuan Zhenzi looked at her and said with a smile: "No wonder you rejected me. It turns out that you, my niece, have found such a strong supporter. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
He walked forward with a polite face and whispered beside the other party: "We can discuss everything about Dongya Mansion. As long as this master is willing to return the flying sword to me, I guarantee that you will have no trouble in teaching this time. Well, in the future, I can still be given the inheritance of a saint."
(End of chapter)
