Xiao Ye said something, then gritted his teeth, puffed out his cheeks, and stared straight ahead.
His sight included Lin Ming, the little guy, and Bai Chenhai.
There was a hint of blood in his eyes, and it was obvious that the old man had learned about all the deaths of his disciples and grandchildren, and the old man felt quite unbearable.
When you are in such a bad mood, many things will be magnified.
Especially when it involves something you've done your whole life!
Xiao Ye's eyes only revealed one meaning.
I want an explanation!
So, Bai Chenhai gave him an explanation:
"If the commanders of my Xuanzong Xuanzhu lineage are not considered to be masters of the foundry lineage, then how many people in the world can be regarded as casters?"
Xiao also frowned, his face looked more wrinkled and fierce, but he no longer looked like he was about to erupt at any moment.
"Xuanzong's Xuanzhu lineage left Xuanzong hundreds of years ago. Everyone in Tianyuan Continent knows this."
"That was before, not now." Bai Chenhai had an enigmatic smile on his face.
"Do you have proof?" Xiao Ye said.
Bai Chenhai glanced at Lin Ming.
Lin Ming didn't seem to notice. At this moment, his inner eye covering a hundred feet in radius observed the crisis of the ferry.
Without any hesitation, he disappeared from the spot and floated into the air.
Sonorous~
The Jingxian Sword suddenly came out of its sheath, drawing dozens or hundreds of traces in mid-air.
"Master Lin Ming, what are you going to do?" A trace of dissatisfaction flashed in Ning Yu's eyes.
He was about to fly into the air to stop Lin Ming.
At this time, Xiao Ye suddenly grabbed his arm, "No, don't move, he is casting!"
Ning Yu: (◔◡◔)
I don't read much, so don't fool me.
How can anyone just chop it in mid-air without using a hammer? Can this be considered casting?
"Don't believe it. Could it be that I would be bribed by them in a second?" Xiao was also unhappy and patted Ning Yu's shoulders and back continuously.
"Just take a good look at it. This is the first time I've seen this kind of casting technique."
Xiao also clenched his fists and scratched his chin.
He was still full of doubts when he saw it at first, because he couldn't quite understand it yet, but he could barely recognize it. This should be a forging technique.
As time went on, the swaying throughout the ferry began to subside slightly.
The amplitude was very small at first, then gradually became larger, and then it was as if the entire ferry stopped shaking.
A sense of security arises spontaneously!
This was obviously because every time Lin Ming drew his sword, every ray of his sword seemed to be different, pointing to a specific key position.
No, it’s not just the sword light, it’s the sword gang!
It is incredible that he can have such skill at such a young age.
The more important point is that he can actually use his sword as a hammer, and his sword skills as hammer skills...
It really sets a precedent!
Xiao has never seen such an unbridled idea.
What he thought originally required at least ten casters to work together was now being realized at a miraculous speed.
And that person's name was Lin Ming, and he was the commander of the Xuanzhu lineage of Xuanzong.
"So there are really such geniuses in the world!? I underestimated this world. Maybe there is someone who knows it from birth, maybe there is someone who can draw inferences from one instance to ten or even a hundred..."
Xiao Ye's tone was full of emotion, and he said this in front of everyone without lowering his voice at all.
The little guy was so happy, his two little paws clapped back and forth, and his long snow-white tail stood upright on the back of his head and swayed back and forth.
"Yeah, let me just say it, my brother Ming is the best."
"I took a fancy to this boy Lin Ming, and then I pulled him into Xuanzong with one hand." Bai Chenhai nodded and smiled, folding his hands in his sleeves, looking like he was very discerning.
The little guy turned his head and glanced at him, tutted twice, and formed a white shadow, standing on top of the white dust sea.
Boom, boom, boom!
Knock three times in a row, three heads.
"How do you talk? No matter how old or young you are, in terms of seniority, you have to call my brother Ming uncle."
Bai Chenhai grabbed the little guy and put a little force on his palm.
"Ouch, ouch, it hurts a little, be careful what you do, I'll ask Brother Ming to beat you."
"In front of so many people, don't I want to lose face?"
Bai Chenhai rolled his eyes and glared at the little guy.
The little guy mumbled twice, then got out of his hand and crawled up his arm to his shoulder.
With a loud sound, he farted.
Then the little guy scurried away, leaving behind laughter.
A black line hung on Bai Chenhai's forehead.
At this time, Lin Ming suddenly stopped in mid-air.
With a clang, the Jingxian Sword was returned to its sheath, and he floated down from the air.
Lin Ming had long black hair that was scattered around his shoulders. He was wearing a white robe that floated like snow. He fell gracefully to the ground, just like an immortal descending to the mortal world.
The moment his footsteps landed, Xiao Ye rushed forward with excitement.
"Master, can you tell me what kind of casting technique was used just now? Is it the lost secret technique of the Xuanzi Xuanzhu lineage?"
The reason why Xiao Ye said it was lost is mainly because the current Xuanzhu lineage is not the real Xuanzhu lineage.
It’s just in name only!
Any caster with a little bit of fame will know that the Xuanzhu lineage of Tianyuanzhou Xuanzong once experienced a catastrophic internal fight within the sect.
It was precisely that catastrophe that wiped out the entire Xuanzong Xuanzhu lineage.
This resulted in that for a long time, the Xuanzhu lineage of the Xuanzong branch of the Cangxuan Realm only had a name, and only a few big cats and two kittens were hanging around among them.
Lin Ming was surprised by Xiao Ye's change of attitude, but there was something more important right now—continuing to repair the ferry hull.
"Mr. Xiao, what I use is just a certain branch of the Thousand Refining Method of the Xuanzhu lineage. There is nothing surprising about this. Indeed, as you said, I am not particularly proficient in casting. I only learned it from Senior Wenren. Got some skin."
Ning Yu was speechless.
Zhong Xiaoxin covered her mouth.
Both of them were a little unaccustomed to Lin Ming's style. It was hard to tell whether it was humility or immodesty, and it even felt a bit arrogant.
It’s just that I’m really not used to seeing the former.
but!
The latter's eyes seemed to have filters, showing all kinds of stars, which raised Lin Ming's overall image and temperament by several levels.
All in all, it’s as good as it gets!
Xiao Ye lowered his head, his eyes full of sorrow, and couldn't help but hold Lin Ming's hand.
"The surname Wenren is indeed from the Xuanzhu lineage, and it is also the most noble among the Xuanzhu lineage. It was they who spread the casting method widely back then, and this allowed the casting method in my Cangxuan Realm to flourish."
"If I remember correctly, according to time calculation, I would still be alive today..."
Seemingly feeling that it was inappropriate to say this, Xiao shook his head and started talking again:
"Sir, is the senior Wenren you are talking about named Wenren Qianyi?"
