Immortal Renegade

Chapter 39
Sun Dazhu nodded with satisfaction and said, "You can keep this token, you can enter and leave the medicine garden freely, but remember, you can't touch any herbs in my garden without my permission, you know!"

Wang Lin nodded. He knew that Sun Dazhu didn't like him. At this time, it was probably because he had reached the third floor of the Qi Condensation Period that he recognized him more or less as an apprentice, so he respectfully retire.

It didn't take long, he came to the Sword Spirit Pavilion in the main courtyard, where he had come once a long time ago, and now he returned to the old place, and the scene from the past reappeared in his mind.

Sitting cross-legged outside the Sword Spirit Pavilion was a white-clothed disciple. He was in his thirties, with a chubby body.

He glanced at Wang Lin and said in surprise, "Junior Brother, you are only on the third floor of condensing Qi. What are you doing here? This is a place you can only come after the fourth floor of condensing Qi."

Wang Lin didn't speak, he took out the token given by Sun Dazhu and threw it.

Fatty took a look at it, and his expression immediately became weird, he seemed to hold back his laughter for a long time, and finally he couldn't help laughing out loud, and said, "It turned out to be the tradition of Uncle Sun's lineage, but I forgot about it. , Master Sun's lineage has a habit of using flying swords to fill the facade every time he communicates with other sects."

Wang Lin felt embarrassed, especially when he thought of Sun Dazhu's serious expression just now, he smiled bitterly.

Fatty laughed for a long time, waved his hand, suppressed the smile, and said, "Junior brother, you go in, I suggest you choose the third one from the right, that flying sword, it's amazing, when I first came here, I thought It's because I met the most powerful flying sword in the realm of Zhao's cultivation."

Wang Lin hurriedly thanked him. When he walked before, five feet away, he suddenly raised his brows. In his consciousness, he found a turbulent wave ring that spread out from the room, as if to stop his progress.

Seeing this, Fatty knew that he had forgotten to turn off the ban on the Sword Spirit Pavilion, and was about to say to Wang Lin to wait a moment, but before he could say the words, he stuck in his throat like a fishbone, holding it for a long time without saying a word. , his eyes were even more rounded at once, revealing a strong inconceivable color.

Wang Lin sensed the resistance and couldn't help thinking of the shameful scene back then, snorted lightly, and strode forward, five feet, four feet, three feet, two feet, ten feet.

No matter how the resistance intensified, he couldn't stop Wang Lin's footsteps and walked in with extreme ease.After entering the room, his consciousness swept away, and his heart moved. This room is very strange. The consciousness seems to have lost its function here, and it is limited to three feet!
Fatty jumped up immediately, with a look of shock on his face. He is a disciple of the Sword Spirit Pavilion, and he knows the power of the formation prohibition here. He specializes in isolating all spiritual consciousness. Walking into the pavilion, not to mention inner disciples.

Only when recruiting disciples, will the power of the formation be reduced countless times, so that the sword energy in the Sword Spirit Pavilion will be radiated, and whether there is a match or not.

"Could it be that the formation is broken?" Fatty couldn't believe what he saw. After thinking about it for a long time, he thought that the formation must be broken, so he strode forward, ready to try it.

But just after walking into Wuzhang, a huge pressure rushed towards his face as if the sky was falling. The fat man's body was like a lonely boat in a sea of ​​rage, and was violently thrown far away, drawing an arc in the sky, accompanied by puff puff. He vomited blood a few times and fell heavily to the ground.After a long time, he calmed down, with a look of fear on his face, and lost his voice:
"No... not bad!"

Wang Lin entered the room with ease, looked around, and saw ancient swords of different lengths placed in the room, exuding a strong sword intent.

Wang Lin's eyes swept over the flying swords without stopping. Finally, he saw the flying sword that Fatty said was the best in the realm of Zhao's cultivation.

After seeing it, Wang Lin was a little speechless. This was indeed the most awesome flying sword. It couldn't be regarded as a flying sword at all. The whole thing was a rectangular door.

Two palms wide, three feet long, golden light flickering all over the body, don't think this golden light is some kind of fairy magic, this golden light is purely because the sword is covered with a layer of gold!

Don't think that this gold is just a smoke to cover up a peerless sword. Below this gold is actually the most common pig iron, and there is nothing surprising about it.

At the handle, two huge diamonds are set on it, and even the tassels of the sword are made of gold wire.

In short, this flying sword is absolutely awesome when taken out, and it definitely gives people an invincible sense of explosion.

Wang Lin touched his chin. He was really optimistic about this flying sword. If he didn't rush for anything else, if he ran out of money in the future, he could sell it anywhere and sell it for a lot of money.

On this flying sword, there is a sign that reads: "This sword is called Jufu, and it was made 500 years ago by a master of the martial art. Second, the master made a great contribution to the sect in his life, and the only last word before his death was to store this sword in the Sword Spirit Pavilion for those who are destined.

If you choose this sword, remember to treat it well. If you decide to reconnect it, you must not sell it, or you will be expelled from the division! "

Wang Lin couldn't hold back his laughter, grabbed the giant rich flying sword, and said to it, "I'll choose you, Wang is a poor man. If you break it, don't ask me to pick it up for you!"

Putting the flying sword in the storage bag, Wang Lin walked out of the sword spirit pavilion. The fat man looked at him nervously, and changed his mocking tone just now.

Wang Lin had been isolated from his consciousness in the room just now, and he didn't notice Fatty's abnormality. At this time, he was quite surprised why the other party was so arrogant.

Returning to Sun Dazhu's medicine garden and taking out the flying sword, Sun Dazhu was immediately stunned, muttered to himself for a long time, then gave Wang Lin a meaningful look, and said, "When I saw this huge wealth, I really didn't have the courage to carry it. Take it out, you have the courage, okay, three days later, you will carry it to the Xuan Dao Sect and your uncles to see."

Three days later, the Hengyue Sect bell rang nine times, echoing in the mountains for a long time.

I saw a black spot in the sky, getting closer and closer, and finally what appeared in everyone's eyes was a thousand-foot-long centipede. Come quickly.

All the inner sect disciples of the Hengyue Sect took a deep breath, their eyes showing horror.Some of the female disciples were even more frightened, their complexion changed, and their legs became weak.

"What's the fuss about, this thousand-footed centipede looks scary, but if each of you goes up and stabs it, it will surely die!" The red-faced old man beside the sect master shouted in dissatisfaction with a loud voice, apparently trying to make the centipede go above the ground. The Xuandao sect who was holding it heard it.

(End of this chapter)