The black sword spirit returned to the body, the world returned to peace, and the pure spiritual energy flowed along his limbs and bones, tempering his body.
"Huh!" Lin Zixuan exhaled a mouthful of milky white turbid air. He suddenly felt refreshed all over, and all the pain disappeared completely.
Suddenly, there was a sound of bones colliding with thunderbolts in his body. At the same time, a wave of the fourth level of Blood Spirit Realm emitted. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he finally made a breakthrough!
"Xuan'er! How about it?" Lin Tian looked at that figure, feeling extremely excited. His child was destined to be born extraordinary.
"Thanks to my father, everything is fine." Lin Zixuan bowed and clasped his fists. He had been trained by Lin Tian since he was a child, so naturally he was extremely kind and respectful to the latter. In his heart, he was no different from his real father.
"Yes, practitioners should avoid being impatient and having a weak will. You can achieve something, and I am very happy as a father, but you must practice well and don't be proud. By the way, is it famous?" Lin Tian nodded. , asked.
"Father, it's called the Dark Demon." Lin Zixuan explained with a slight smile.
Lin Tian frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and said: "Emperor Xuan is the sword of the emperor, and its sharpness is not inferior to it. It is named after the devil, which is very good!"
Lin Zixuan smiled knowingly. It seemed that his father also recognized him.
"Young Patriarch, did anything abnormal happen when you summoned the blood spirit?" Lin Hu looked at Lin Zixuan with doubts in his eyes. In his opinion, the birth of a sword body of this level must be accompanied by strange phenomena.
"Everything is normal." Lin Zixuan said. Of course he would not expose the black and white blood types. This was his biggest trump card.
Lin Hu didn't ask any more questions. Of course he could see that Lin Zixuan was perfunctory, but everyone had their own secrets, and he wouldn't have told them.
Lin Tian turned to look at the two Lin family disciples who were standing in the corner shivering. Majesty appeared in his eyes and said: "Today's events are not allowed to be told to anyone. Otherwise, the cultivation will be abolished and the Lin family will be expelled."
When Lin Zixuan called, he used great magic to isolate the place, and no one could see him except the four of them.
And the two people nodded again and again. They were not stupid, and they naturally knew the seriousness of the matter. But the shock that Lin Zixuan brought to them today was so huge that they could not calm down for a long time. Even many years later, they had no idea about this matter. The thing is still fresh in my memory.
In the sky, a white-haired figure stepped forward in the air. His eyes were bright and his face was radiant, looking like a master from this world.
Lin Zixuan looked up and felt a strange power descending on him, as if he had been seen through and no secret could be hidden from his eyes.
What is even more surprising is that the black and white vampires in the sea of consciousness have already hid behind the magic mirror, facing forward with the mirror, and reflecting a special wave.
"Strange? Why did the magic source suddenly disappear?" The white-haired old man frowned. With his perception, he could accurately sense any disturbance anywhere in the empire, let alone a small Sunset Town?
"Senior, what's the matter with you?" Lin Tian could see that the old man was confused, but he didn't say that Lin Zixuan's Blood Spirit Sword was a demonic sword, and the whole world would be punished! Even if the latter has a good impression of Lin Zhiyu and is kind to the Lin family, he may not take action.
The white-haired old man looked at Lin Tian and Lin Zixuan behind him, wondering: Could it be him?
Immediately, he shook his head again. How could such domineering and evil demonic energy come from a descendant of the blood spirit realm?
Furthermore, demonic energy has a very strong intrusive and contagious effect. A monk who is not in the blood soul realm can be easily assimilated by it. However, Lin Zixuan behaved very normally and did not look like a demonic aura controller at all.
The white-haired old man sighed and was about to turn around, but was stopped by a voice. Lin Tian bowed and asked: "Senior, can you teach my son to practice? He is extremely talented and is the dragon son of my Lin family. .”
Lin Zixuan felt warm in his heart. No matter when, his father would give him priority, which made him feel extremely happy. Perhaps, this is father's love.
The white-haired old man glanced at Lin Zixuan lightly, with displeasure on his face. He appreciated Lin Zhiyu's talent, but it did not mean that he recognized everyone in the Lin family. He was a peerless overlord with his own majesty!
"I am not your private tutor of the Lin family. Besides, what qualifications does he have to be my disciple?" The white-haired old man was indifferent and turned away without even looking at the Lin family.
Lin Zixuan looked at Lin Tian's disappointed expression, his heart tightened, and he walked over and comforted: "Forget it, father, I have a master. He is the head master of Room 36 of Tianyuan College!"
Lin Hu's breathing was slightly stagnant. Each of the thirty-six room chiefs at Tianyuan College was famous, and their strength was no less than that of the ancestor of the Lin family.
Lin Tian's eyes lit up, but soon dimmed again, as if he was worried about what happened before.
Then, he turned to look at Lin Zixuan, stroked his head, and said lovingly: "Xuan'er, you are very good, but that senior has already entered that realm. You are my child, and you have such an outstanding talent. As a father, of course I hope you can go further and further."
Lin Zixuan's heart trembled, that realm? His real father seemed to have promised himself that as long as he stepped into that realm, he would have a chance to meet again.
Looking at Lin Tian's sad face, his heart sank. A touch of determination appeared in his eyes, and he solemnly said: "I can do it without him."
At this moment, a clear sound of applause sounded, and everyone looked and saw a handsome and burly figure walking towards here, and Lin Zixuan had a look of disbelief in his eyes!
"Isn't he Lin Zhiyu, who is hailed as a physical saint by the Lin family? Is it possible that he has regained his composure?
Lin Zhiyu looked at Lin Zixuan, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and then his eyes showed approval.
"Yes, but it's a pity that the physical body is too weak. You practice with me. During this time, I will recast your physical body!"
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In the Lin family's backyard, on the martial arts training ground, wooden stakes, stone pillars, boulders, and various weapons were arranged in an orderly manner around the field.
Lin Zhiyu stood on the stage, looking at the thin figure below, and said seriously: "Use your strongest strength to bombard the second stone pillar in front of you on the left!"
Lin Zixuan took a deep breath. Lin Zixuan used his internal energy. Suddenly the wind of his fist roared and cut through the air, and a surging force of blood and qi burst out.
"drink!"
Lin Zixuan punched out violently, hitting the stone pillar like a meteor, and the stone pillar instantly turned into powder before scattering.
Lin Zixuan looked at Lin Tian proudly, as if showing off his achievements.
Lin Zhiyu shook his head, "The posture is wrong, the strength is not enough, the position is incorrect, and there are many loopholes. Let's try again!"
Lin Zixuan was speechless and did not resist. He attacked again, lowering his waist, tightening his abdomen, and punching. All his movements were like flowing water, which was very beautiful.
But Lin Zhiyu was still dissatisfied, "The speed is not fast, the movements are flashy, and there is no sense of strength. If you fight in close quarters, you will often be easily hit by others. Moreover, if you go to the battlefield, it is tantamount to death!" Lin Zhiyu criticized! .
Lin Zixuan had to start over again. After hundreds of repeated trainings, he finally barely reached the standard.
But then, his nightmare-like voice was heard.
"Five thousand kilograms of boulder, carried ten kilometers, one hundred times!!"
