Chapter 16 Continuous Counting Sword

Lin Yun observed his words and thoughts, knowing that the gray-clothed deacon, hiding a knife in his smile, was uneasy and kind.

But just a moment ago, he had already read all the summary of the exercises on the bookshelf.

Not a word is printed in my mind.

After comprehensive consideration, I chose this pure Yang Gong. The tenth level of martial arts is to polish the flesh. Pure Yang Gong’s inner strength is thick and strong, which is undoubtedly the most suitable.

The next choice of martial skills, like martial arts, is divided into basic, medium, and high levels.

Lin Yun chose a middle-level swordsmanship, Liufeng swordsmanship, which is known for its great lethality and dexterity.

“Don’t blame me for not reminding you, this Liufeng sword technique requires quite a lot of comprehension, and it is difficult for many inner disciples to practice it.”

When Deacon Yang saw Lin Yun, he chose another “wrong” exercise.

I thought to myself, after all, it was an errand accounted by the hall master, so it’s better to inquire, so as not to lose the handle.

“It’s okay, thank you Deacon Young for reminding me.”

“I don’t know good or bad!”

Deacon Yang’s face sank, and he whispered, not paying attention to Lin Yun.

Zongwutang Weapon Pavilion.

Since the martial art chose the sword technique, the weapon naturally had to choose the sword, and Deacon Yang didn’t give him the opportunity to choose a handle at will.

When Yang Jian was out of its sheath, Lin Yun looked around and looked satisfied with the three-foot sword.

This sword was tempered by Qinggang hundreds of times, the standard saber used by sect disciples, Lin Yun had seen many of them when he was a sword slave.

The veins on the body of the sword should be of the highest level among the Qinggang swords.

Click!

Without warning, the blade suddenly broke and fell to the ground with a swaying sound.

There is only half of the long sword in his hand.

“what happened?”

Deacon Yang stepped forward to grab the sword, and after looking at it for a long time, he didn’t understand, and cursed: “Replace it. The person who bought the Qinggang sword by Zongmen is shoddy again.”

Click! Click! Click!

After changing three of them, each one broke without warning. Deacon Yang looked at Lin Yun up and down: “You sword slave, aren’t you doing troubles?”

Lin Yun cultivated swordsmanship with one hand, and he was considered a small celebrity in Qingyun Sect.

Four consecutive green steel swords exploded for no reason, making Deacon Yang a little suspicious.

Lin Yun was also puzzled, and said in deep thought: “I don’t have the ability, let alone mess with things at will. Or, my deacon, let me choose by myself?”

“Want to be beautiful, you wait!”

Deacon Yang glared at Lin Yun, fiddled with the corner where the waste swords were piled up in the Weapon Pavilion, and his eyes lit up after a while.

He took out a rusty, dusty old sword, and handed it to Lin Yun involuntarily.

Without waiting for Lin Yun to pull the sword out of its sheath, he forced it out: “Try the sword after you go back. Don’t make it here. You have to break it again. The old man really doesn’t have a sword for you to use.”

After breaking four swords in a row, Lin Yun was also a little embarrassed and had to give up.

As he parted, Deacon Yang looked at Lin Yun and said, “Are you sure you won’t change this Flowing Wind Sword Technique?”

“No change?”

“Haha, ambitious. The comprehension required by this technique is so high that your sword slave can’t imagine it. If you don’t change it now, if you ask the old man to change it in the future, the old man will not change it for you!”

“Farewell.”

Regarding Lin Yun’s persistence, Deacon Yang sneered in his heart, when you begged me!

Two hours later.