Chapter 187 Peak Showdown!

"Come for him? Who is he?" The old man sitting on the wooden ladder asked Lin Qingyun. Obviously, he didn't pay attention to Lin Qingyun's words. He withdrew his burning eyes, turned his head and drank calmly, and instantly returned to the state of water waves. The old man who was drinking must be white. The strangely, there were no wrinkles on his face and his body was vigorous. It didn't look like he was about to go to the earth. The old man in the evening.

Lin Qingyun, who was not in a hurry to answer the old man's question, did not rush to answer the old man's question, but made a small circle around the wooden house and looked around. Of course, there is no other special place in the ordinary hanging foot hut. The only difference is that there are a large number of sword hilts in the open space around the wooden house. The strange thing is that none of the wooden hilts can't see the blade. There is only empty hilts, and the blade does not know where to go. There are new and old sword hilts, and the oldest one will have to be placed for nearly ten years to show the current luster.

"Is this?" Lin Qingyun, who was shocked by the hilt of the sword, pointed to the hilt on the ground and asked suspiciously. Not to mention him, even others can't help but be surprised to see such a number of sword hilts. Thousands of sword hilts can be burned for at least a few months.

"If you want to ask, you have to ask your apprentice, and he has his credit. Haha..." The old man sitting on the wooden ladder put down the wine pot and saw Lin Qingyun's unknown expression. He laughed loudly. He seemed to be in a good mood. No one had stepped into this land for several years. Today, he finally saw a living person walking into here. He was in a much better mood than in the past.

Lin Qingyun was even more confused, and this matter was also related to Jun Yifeng. He knew that Jun Yifeng had quietly walked into the back mountain twice. The second time, he stayed in the back mountain for three days. As the master of Jun Yifeng, Lin Qingyun naturally knew the wheres of Jun Yifeng. However, due to his identity reasons, he rarely stepped into the back mountain of the ancestral hall. However, judging from Jun Yifeng's future performance, the encounter in the back mountain seems to have gained a lot of benefits, but every time he looks at this direction, his eyes contain a deep sense of fear.

"One of them was cut by your apprentice. As a result, Hetu was quietly sent away. The number that won't let you see is far more than that. If he can stay here for a few more years like the child of Hetu, I dare to say that he will be blue!" The old man who walked down the steps said, as if he was talking about a very easy thing.

If you stay for a few more years, the green will come out of the blue.

The word Jizhu hit Lin Qingyun's heart. As the head of Kunlun, he learned a lot of Kunlun's secrets. Some things were even unknown to the Presbyterian, but each Kunlun head first had quite unfathomable strength, but the words of the old man in front of him completely subverted Lin Qingyun's cognition. If Lin Qingyun didn't believe this sentence, but the old man in front of him said this, and he had no reason not to believe it.

The strongest person who once emerged in Kunlun is inextricably linked to the old man.

Thinking of what happened more than two years ago, Lin Qingyun shook his head and smiled bitterly. He could indeed say that. As for why Jun Yifeng gave up the opportunity to escape from the back mountain, he could also guess the specific general reason. After all, becoming a strong person will not happen to you for no reason, and you also need to pay the equivalent to get the corresponding position.

"If you suffer hardships, you will be the superior. This truth has been said for thousands of years. There are people who are really willing to suffer, but they all suffer a little. For example, the child who suffers a lot will be qualified to stand above tens of thousands of people. Seeing the mountain of sword hilts on the ground, the old man said disdainfully.

"The master said it very well." Lin Qingyun, who was familiar with the old man's temper, said with a wry smile that his apprentice was indeed far different from the old man's apprentice. Fortunately, Jun Yifeng and Ye Hetu have a good relationship. The two of them didn't make much trouble in Kunlun. If they turned against each other, Kunlun would have changed.

"The boy named Jun Yifeng is the same as when you were young. He can't bear a lot of hardships. He talks a lot of nonsense after suffering." Looking at Lin Qingyun, who smiled bitterly, the old man shook out the bad things that the head of Kunlun now used to be angry. As for Lin Qingyun, who was remanded by the old man, it is impossible to be as unbearable as the old man said. After all, he is the head of a sect that has been in the end of a thousand years. No matter how bad it is, he will not be really unable to suffer.

"If you were the same as He Tu when you were young, maybe Kunlun would not be what it is now."

The river map, which is praised by the old man, is naturally the Ye river map, which is called the eldest brother by Jun Yifeng.

In fact, the current Kunlun is not as bad as the old man said. It's just that people are getting older. There are always many things that don't like to see and nagging. Lin Qingyun, who listens carefully to the old man's teachings. From the beginning to now, there is not a word of rebuttal. His nature is too much easier than when he quarreled with Jun Yifeng before. More.

"The hilt you see is not a pure hilt, but the appearance of a wooden sword after being flattened. The wooden sword cut by your apprentice is completely different from the wooden sword I cut, and it has been flattened in less than half an hour." The old man picked up a sword hilt and said in detail. He threw away the sword hilt casually, picked up a piece of wood on the road, took out a knife from his body and said while cutting. Just half a minute later, a brand-new wooden sword appeared in front of Lin Qingyun.

"Is this?" Seeing the old man cutting out the wooden sword at a magical speed, Lin Qingyun was puzzled. He still didn't understand what the wooden sword was used for, and how so many hilts were flattened.

"I taught the swordsmanship of Hetu." Regardless of Lin Qingyun's eyes, the old man said faintly and picked up another piece of wood. This time, he did not use his knife to cut the wood, but directly with the cut wooden sword just now to cut the wood! The speed that the naked eye can't keep up with keeps waving the wooden sword. This time, it took a little longer. After more than a minute, a new wooden sword was completed.

The wooden sword that has been cut is much smoother and smaller than the small knife just now. The wooden sword newly cut by the wooden sword is much rougher and needs further polishing to be as smooth as the first sword.

Lin Qingyun, who was thoughtful, suddenly became enlightened and could come up with such an extreme method to teach swordsmanship, which was unique. As for the way to make the wooden sword grind only the hilt, but when he saw the huge hilt pile on the ground, he exhaled a long breath of cool air. Ye Hetu's perseverance was really something else that he had to admire.

"Say, come here to find me for something." The old man looked left and right at the two wooden swords in his hand and casually said that he had sharpened the sword for the first time in two years, and this craft was inevitably a little strange.

"Zong Zijian is dead."

After brewing for a long time, Lin Qingyun, who was full of uneasy face, said.

The hand holding the wooden sword paused a little, and the two wooden swords in his hand almost loosened and fell to the ground. It was just a momentary trance, and then it was firmly grasped. The two rough hands that grabbed the wooden sword suddenly burst out, and then smoothed it again. A series of changes could not hide Lin Qingyun's eyes. Before he came, he was deep. After thinking about it, I finally decided to go here.

"How did you die?" The old man who adjusted his tone said slowly and raised his head to look directly at Lin Qingyun. This was the first time he looked directly at Lin Qingyun. He had never focused. It seemed that there was an unknown sadness hidden behind this look.

"Death in the Mausoleum of the Thirteen Emperors." It seemed that he did not dare to face the old man's forced eyes. Lin Qingyun, who was trembling, nodded slightly, and his body tilted a little and was ready to deal with the mutation at any time. Everything comes from a deep understanding of the old man in front of him and his master.

Sure enough, the blue veins in the wrinkled hands burst out again!

"I asked you how you died!"

The old man's angry voice made Lin Qingyun's heart flutter. The latter's ears moved slightly, turned sideways without thinking, moved a few meters away from the ground at an extraordinary speed, and achieved it in an instant. Almost without thinking through the brain, it is completely out of natural alertness. The strength of the leader of Kunlun suddenly burst out!

There was a six-foot-long crack in the place where Lin Qingyun just stood.

The wooden sword in the old man's left hand is a few inches shorter than the wooden sword on the right, and the tip of the sword is sharper. It turned out that a wooden sword was so ground that only the hilt was left!

Lin Qingyun, who breathed a cold breath, stared at the six-foot crack on the ground. He was secretly surprised that a wooden sword waved casually could exert such a terrible power. What would it be if he was replaced with a sword made of fine steel? If it is replaced by a famous sword for thousands of years, the power will obviously double.

The old man's achievements in swordsmanship have already reached its peak!

And Ye Hetu, which has flattened thousands of sword handles, what will happen to his achievements in swordsmanship?

Killing gas is indeed killing gas.

Substantial murderous murder came from the front, and Lin Qingyun, who was surrounded by murder, deeply felt the chilling murder in the murder! At this moment, he didn't care to speak. He wholeheartedly faced the old man holding the wooden sword in his hand. A cold murderous atmosphere released by the old man was emitted from Lin Qingyun, but there was no first-line killing intention in this murderous atmosphere.

The person who can materialize the murderous spirit must have killed hundreds of people. Only bloody blood can brew the murderous atmosphere that makes people stop breathing!

The confrontation between two top figures in Kunlun.

The back mountain of the ancestral hall was silent, and the birds in the woods may also feel this murder and temporarily stopped singing. The murderous atmosphere of the two people is slowly spreading, gradually affecting the surroundings. The usual back mountain is more quiet than before.

"Retake the sword!"

The old man shouted fiercely, and the wooden sword in his right hand shot at Lin Qingyun!

Seeing the wooden sword flying, the taciturn Lin Qingyun easily caught the wooden sword that turned into a blurred shadow.

In this moment, Jun Yifeng, who was waiting for the master to come out of the ancestral hall, was keenly aware of a trace of unusualness and suddenly looked up. Why did the back mountain with the fragrance of birds and flowers suddenly become so quiet in the past? So he swept out of the ancestral hall, and Jun Yifeng stood on the back mountain path and looked deep. I can't help but be shocked.

Kunlun back mountain, sword spirit soaring to the sky!