Lin Du has always felt that she is a contradictory person. She seems to be content with whatever comes her way, but in fact, she can make things happen on her own, but she cannot tolerate others saying she can't do it.
I lay down flat, but not completely. Repeated sit-ups only made me more tired.
People may not want to, but they cannot help it.
Apart from her parents' relationship, there is nothing she can't do or anyone she can't win as long as she thinks about it.
Yan Ye saw that the disciple who always practiced on his own in the cave after dinner in the evening sat back opposite him.
"What's wrong?"
"Master learns swordsmanship for self-defense, so what should I do to make up for my shortcomings?"
This was the first time Lin Du asked to learn.
Yan Ye felt strange, so strange that he even thought that the sun should be shining in the sky at this moment.
Although Lin Du, a disciple, had been with him for less than a year, he dared to say that he understood it quite well.
This person's character is very similar to his own, and he has an attitude of playing games with the world. Although he has ice spirit roots, his temperament is not very cold, but he is very easy-going.
Yan Ye wants to know which path of immortality can make a happy-go-lucky person strive for self-improvement.
He thought about it and asked.
Lin Du replied, "You can't say you can't do it."
Yan Zhiyi said this was a crappy answer, "Why do you think I let you hang out with Luo Ze every day?"
What else can you do, exercise your lungs and strengthen your body.
The usual lazy smile on Lin Du's face no longer wanted to hang, and he just sat there alone on the ice.
"Lin Du, your ice-breaking palm, probably no one below Tengyun can catch it."
Yan Ye laughed softly and couldn't help but reach out and touch the head of his little apprentice who was rarely frustrated.
"Your body is not suitable for strenuous exercise. You can't practice heavy and clumsy things like swords. It's not that you can't practice those fancy things like Fa Cultivator, it's just that they have to match those fancy postures, so you..."
Yan Ye paused, "One move is enough."
"However, you have to practice physical skills. You can always practice it when you get better in the future. It's never too late."
He suddenly thought of something, "If you really want to use something to defend yourself, can you ask Jiang Liang for some poisonous powder?"
Lin Du rolled his eyes and stood up to leave.
Yan Ye suddenly stopped her, "Actually, it's not that there is no Qiao Zong."
It takes time to set up a formation, but there is a kind of formation that is lethal enough when it is set up.
Lin Du paused.
"But, are your hands flexible enough?"
The young man's voice was teasing and scornful. If Lin Du wasn't still a child here, she would really feel that something was wrong with this sentence.
Lin Du turned around expressionlessly, "How about I perform a flower wave for Master?"
Yan Ye was stunned, "Hua Shou, what Hua Shou?"
Lin Du stretched out a pair of slender hands. This body was clearly thirteen years old, but its bones were uniquely good, just like in her previous life, with clear joints and as long as bamboo.
It was a pair of hands suitable for being soaked in formalin for admiration or turned into bones and made into specimens for display.
Then the palms of the hands crossed each other, and the ten fingers seemed to relax, and then started to shake wildly.
Yan Ye:......
Something happened to his little apprentice, and he said something was wrong today!
Lin Du didn't forget to ask, "Is it fast enough? If it's not fast enough, I can go faster."
Yan Ye covered his forehead.
Lin Du stopped his hand. The older one was still not as showy as the younger one.
She seriously stretched out her hands side by side in front of her, clenched them into fists, then blew a breath, and spread out her ten fingers from one side to the other in a very obedient manner, and then returned them to their positions one by one, very obedient.
It's really flexible enough.
Only then did Yan Ye stop trying to eliminate demons and protect the Tao, "Give me some time, and I'll have someone forge a magic weapon for you."
Lin Du thanked him obediently, not at all like he was deliberately causing trouble just now.
Yan Ye was a little helpless. It was his first time recruiting a disciple. He had little experience, and he didn't know if other disciples were as incompetent as Lin Du.
When Lin Du turned around and left, Yan Ye suddenly asked again, "Who said you are weak and incompetent?"
"No." Lin Du didn't look back, his voice was like falling snow, "It's just that I don't want to be powerless when it gets to that point."
Array mages are not even as good as the squishy mages in the game. They spend a lot of calculations and efforts to finally lay out the array or use it to build artifacts. It is always preliminary preparation and is by no means a profession suitable for battles and making a living in the wild.
It has been like this for thousands of years, but Yan Ye doesn't believe in that evil.
Now Lin Du doesn't believe in this evil even more.
Among the top ten remaining ancient formations, the first one she chose was a killing formation.
The Zongmen Treasure Pavilion finally reappeared again after being in the dust for a long time.
The reason why it is difficult to open is because there are a total of twenty-one formations, and each formation is opened in a different way, but the biggest treasure is hidden in the treasure pavilion.
When Lin Du heard Feng Chao's complaint, he thought of the sect's treasure that the Demon Lord had stolen.
…
What kind of good family's sect's treasure was stolen from the warehouse where medicinal materials are kept? That could be the most precious treasure of the Hammer Sect.
Isn't it possible that the twenty-one formations in this treasure house are just a display?
Lin Du glanced at it. She could roughly guess what the first eleven formations were, but she couldn't feel the last ten formations at all.
How did the Supreme Sect fall in the plot?
Oh, all the people were wiped out by the demons, and one of the few powerful ones left was sacrificed to the way of heaven.
Lin Du secretly complained about the plot in his heart, this family will have to be separated sooner or later without me.
"We're here." Feng Chao suddenly said.
The four teenagers looked up at the nine-story tower in front of them at the same time.
It was undoubtedly a pagoda. The body of the tower was built with glazed components, and the glazed bricks were carved with various runes, flowers, birds, animals, fish and insects, which shone brightly in the late autumn sunshine.
When people stand under it, they feel that there is endless majestic spiritual power that makes people dare not look directly. If time passes, you can even see golden dragons, flying phoenixes and tigers swimming on the glazed tiles.
Under the green mountains, one can know the difference between man and nature; in front of the pagoda, one can know the distance between man and fairy spirits.
"You go in, I won't go in. Inside this pagoda are the spiritual treasures harvested by our sect's disciples from all over the world. Since they are of no use to themselves, they are donated to the sect for future generations. This is the bulk of our sect's treasures. Inheritance.”
"This pagoda has set restrictions. Each of you can only choose one. After entering, close your eyes and sense the treasure, and the owner of the treasure will be chosen."
The tools in the world of cultivation can be divided into magic weapons, spiritual weapons, magic weapons, and spiritual treasures from worst to best, each of which is divided into the four grades of heaven, earth, black and yellow.
The rarest ones are ancient spiritual treasures, and there are also legendary fairy artifacts left behind in the upper realm, and most of them are dusty remains in the lower realm.
According to what Feng Chao said, those who are qualified to enter the sect's treasure house must be at least the highest-level spiritual treasures.
The Supreme Sect is a truly wealthy family.
