The conversation between father and son ended unhappily.
Bai Tianqi's attitude was very tough.
But there was nothing he could do about Lin Xi.
Although he is biased, he is not crazy enough to destroy one son for the sake of another son's future.
He's just... mediocre. Mediocre people always try their best, make mediocre decisions, and think they are correct.
Bai Fan's reputation spread quickly.
Every day, Lin Xi could absorb all kinds of 'jealousy' coming from all directions.
Fame and wealth are poisonous, but almost everyone wants to get drunk on them.
The Bai family has two masters, which attracts the attention of the world.
There are also different opinions on who will win and who will lose in the battle between Bai Xuan and Bai Fan three months later.
Some people firmly believe that Bai Xuan will win. After all, Bai Xuan has been outstanding for a long time.
But some people think that the winner will be Bai Fan, because it has not been too long since Bai Fan changed his sword practice to become famous all over the world.
Three months is enough time for Bai Fan to take another step... or even several steps.
Even within the Nanling Sword Pavilion, the voices of various speculations and conjectures have never stopped.
In Fei Zi Tower, Lin Xi put the knife on his lap, and the life of Chu Yang kept flashing through his mind.
At the same time, he once again refined and comprehended Yu Yang's understanding, use, persistence and sincerity of the sword.
Completely becoming Chu Yang, as long as Bai Xuan doesn't use the Yue Ling Sword, he can indeed fight with him, but he can't even talk about winning in battle.
Only by surpassing Hao Yang can we obtain a higher winning rate.
Lin Xi did not stay in seclusion for too long, and went down the mountain again after half a month.
He wants to enjoy the fruits of 'fame'.
This is a process of building momentum.
When many people had expectations for his sword and many people wanted him to win, his sword skills were tempered.
"May I ask if it's in front of Mr. Bai?" An old man holding a knife blocked Lin Xi's path.
Lin Xi looked at the old man and could not detect any hostility on the other side.
"Thirty miles to the east, Wu Emperor Temple, can you dare for a while?" the old man asked Lin Xi.
Lin Xi held the long knife in his hand and laughed loudly: "Why don't you dare?"
There are many strange rocks in the mountains, and there is a dilapidated ancient temple on the top of this strange mountain.
On the altar in the temple, a clay-wood sculpture depicts an angry general sitting on the back of a tiger holding a broadsword.
The general's real name is Guan Sifei, he was the founding father of the Da'ai Dynasty in Langzhou thousands of years ago. He has made numerous meritorious deeds with his sword, including killing enemies in Yingye.
Stories and legends about him have been circulated for many years, and he gradually became a god for some reason and became the 'Martial Emperor'.
And just inside the Temple of Emperor Wu, there were more than a dozen sword cultivators with different looks and attire.
Although they are all different, some look like rich old men, some look like ordinary people, some are dressed as generals, and some look fierce and evil and not like good people. But they were the same, holding a knife and holding it tightly in their hands.
When they saw Lin Xi walking in, all eyes were focused on Lin Xi.
An old man who looked lean and without a knife in his hand looked at Lin Xi up and down for a moment, then nodded.
Then a fierce-looking man in short clothes jumped out, holding a ghost-headed nine-ring sword.
"Heishan Yao Heihu, please teach me!" After saying that, he slashed towards Lin Xi with his knife.
Lin Xi did not dodge, but faced him with his sword.
During the collision with the nine-ring knife, all kinds of noises were heard, harsh and friction, shaking the mind.
"The nine-ring sword has the effect of sound attack, and the ghost head can accumulate evil spirits. The sound and evil spirits are combined, and then supplemented by the five tiger soul-severing sword techniques of wide opening and closing. The more you fight, the braver you become. On the battlefield, you can fight vertically and horizontally." The old man said. Explained aside.
After only three or five moves, the big man holding the ghost-headed nine-ring sword put away his sword and stood aside.
Immediately afterwards, an old woman with small feet walked out, holding a Zimu knife in her hand.
Cupping her hands towards Lin Xi, the little woman said in a soft voice: "The Qiao family, the third grandma of the Qiao family, Xiong Xin, has not used a knife for many years."
Having said that, when she took action, a series of feminine and vicious sword winds rushed towards Lin Xi. If it were not for the support of Chu Yang's rich combat experience, Lin Xi would have been embarrassed.
"The mother-in-law yin and yang sword, one is long and the other is short, one is offensive and the other is defensive, just like the yin and yang are surrounded by each other, supporting each other, the yin and yang are combined, the attack and defense change!" In the old man's voice, the old woman's sword force suddenly changed.
Originally, she used her son's sword to attack and her mother's sword to defend, so her sword skills were weird and dangerous.
At this time, the mother sword is attacking, and the child sword is defending. The swordsmanship is fierce, just like a mother protecting her child, showing a decisive and ferocious trend everywhere.
As soon as the power of the knife was gone, the old woman also sheathed the knife and stood aside, looking at Lin Xi without saying anything or making any sound. The entire Wudi Temple is filled with a solemn and solemn atmosphere.
"Who's next?" the old man asked.
A fat-headed monk walked out, stroking his bald head.
In his hand was a sword.
"Xingkong Temple... good results!" The monk held the Buddha's gift in one hand and held the sword tightly in the other hand.
The old man was still explaining at the side: "The basic story goes: 'When the Buddha was attacking the city of Shiluo, Bi Chu wanted to cut three clothes, so he made them by hand, and the clothes and property were damaged.' This knife is for cutting clothes, and killing is not allowed. It's just a sharp weapon. Hands are inherently vicious. Therefore, wielding a knife is like cutting clothes, and killing people is like cutting cloth. There are nine movements of the knife, and eight movements are used to defend instead of attack. Only one knife... is to break the precepts, kill living beings, become evil, and destroy people's lives."
Lin Xi fought with the monk Shanguo, and felt that the opponent's sword technique contained a very strong sticky energy, which soaked up all his domineering and powerful sword energy, as if it was wrapped in a ball. Among the chaos.
Until a sudden moment, all the restraints burst, and only one knife... came out in shock, like a madman.
The monk put away his knife and adjusted his breathing.
The crazy look on his face gradually faded away, and then he moved away.
Next, Lin Xi saw a series of knives such as Miao Dao, Zhanma Dao, Yanchi Dao, broadsword, chain knife, lancet knife, fish head knife, single knife, machete, etc., as well as the usage of various knives. , the moves and techniques hidden in it.
This not only increased his knowledge, but also allowed him to understand various methods of using knives.
Although it is a skill, skill and power, as well as reason and Tao, are actually interoperable.
Lin Xi looked at these strangers, but could feel their strong expectations from their hot eyes.
Compared to sword cultivators, sword cultivators are indeed like a piece of loose sand.
While sword cultivators have been elevated to the altar, sword cultivators are well aware that they will be relegated to the rank of miscellaneous cultivators and not be taken seriously.
The battle between Bai Xuan and Bai Fan seems to be just a battle between brothers.
But for many people, it is clearly a battle of swords.
Bai Tianqi said... Nanling Jiange cannot lose.
But for many swordsmen... Bai Fan must win.
Winning may not change anything, but at least... someone has worked hard to change something.
That's enough.
How cowardly and tragically powerless is it to do nothing and wait for current events to change on their own?
"You have seen all kinds of knives and their corresponding sword techniques, and now are you ready to take my sword?" Finally, the old man walked out and looked at Lin Xi and asked.
