Chapter 17 Sword Box

"What if I say that this sword box suits me?" Lin Yun was silent for a moment and said.

"Sister Lin!" Zhao Ling looked gloomy and said, "Do you really want to fight with me for an outsider?"

Lin Yun shook her head and said, "Brother Zhao doesn't want to exchange with him, and I am willing to exchange treasures for this sword box with him. This is very reasonable. How can there be a saying that I have lived or not?"

The pretty girl smiled, narrowed her eyes, and said cutely, "Brother Zhao, don't say more. Sister Lin is going to prepare a sword box for Brother Bai Yue. If you grab things from Brother Bai Yue, be careful to go back to the mountain gate. Brother Bai Yue will trouble you."

Zhao Ling snorted coldly, but didn't say anything.

Lin Yun walked to Ling Sheng and nodded slightly and said, "I'm Lin Yun, a disciple of Yunxuanmen. I don't know what this brother from Kongming Xianshan is called?"

"Ling Sheng!"

"Brother, would you like to exchange this sword box with me?" Lin Yun said.

"I never thought of using this sword box to trade with people." Ling Shengdao.

Hearing the words, everyone was stunned, and then they showed sarcasm, and Zhao Ling sneered and did not hide it.

The pretty girl cursed in a low voice.

Lin Yun was stunned at first, and then said regretfully, "This sword box is indeed extraordinary, but my brother doesn't want to exchange with me, so I have to give up."

"Sister Lin Yun misunderstood."

Ling Sheng shook his head, untied the sword box and handed it over. He said, "Since my senior sister likes it, this thing can be used as a gift for the meeting. As for the transaction, how can it come from?"

Lin Yun couldn't help but be stunned.

Other people were stunned and speechless.

Zhao Ling was the first to come to his senses, and his face was blue. Looking at Ling Sheng's eyes, he did not hide his murderous intention. In front of him, the outer disciple of Kongming Xianshan, a little man who has not even been born with true qi, is not afraid of the threat of Zhao Ling. That's all, but now he gives the sword box in front of Lin Yun, which is obviously intended to embarras Zhao Ling, which is really a great shame.

The pretty girl also showed a cold face and hummed jealously: "This color embryo sent the treasure out when she saw that she was beautiful. She looked like a tough figure, and it turned out to be a brainless person."

The white-haired old man, the middle-aged man and the other three are still surprised.

"It's so bad." Lin Yun shook her head gently and said, "This thing is too valuable. If you exchange it with me, you can exchange it, but if you want to give these treasures, I can't accept it."

"No matter how precious this thing is, it can't compare with my life?" Ling Sheng said, "Shouldn't my sister save my life twice and give this thing in return?"

Lin Yun hesitated for a long time and still shook his head.

Zhao Ling's face was so gloomy as if water was dripping.

Zhao Ling's two unsuccedented before, and he never thought that it would become the reason for Ling Sheng to give gifts. What's even more hateful is that Ling Sheng, who did not give in front of Zhao Ling, but could casually give the treasure to Lin Yun and teach him how to raise his head in front of everyone?

Ling Sheng caught a glimpse of Zhao Ling's almost pale face in the corner of his eyes, but his heart relaxed a little.

"Although I have the honor to worship Kongming Xianshan Mountain, I have a shallow understanding of practice. I usually read the classics of the sect, but they are only some shallow books." Ling Sheng turned around and said, "Since my senior sister doesn't want to accept the sword box, she will explain some common sense for me. This sword box is a reward. After all, this sword box is not very useful to me."

The middle-aged man looked at Zhao Ling, withdrew his eyes, and smiled faintly, "Since the sword box is useless, why not give it to Brother Zhao before? If it hadn't been for Brother Zhao's generous heart and mercy, this Brother Ling Sheng would have lost his life because of a dispensable sword box.

Other people look strange and seem to smile.

With a generous heart, these four words may have some friendship with the ancestors of Zhao Ling's 18 generations, but Zhao Ling himself must have nothing to do with the four words "broad-hearted".

Ling Sheng could not hear the deep meaning of this middle-aged man's words, so he followed the words and said calmly, "If that's the case, thank you for your kindness and generosity."

Although Zhao Ling was arrogant and ordinary, he was not a strawbag. He gave the middle-aged man a fierce look, but in the end, he still stared at Ling Sheng with murderous eyes.

For a long time, Zhao Ling said in a low voice, "Kid, I remember you."

"No effort." Ling Sheng replied.

"You..." Zhao Ling was angry from his heart. He just wanted a mine to beat the man into meat sauce, but he had scruples and finally suppressed it.

The middle-aged man smiled and said to himself, "This disciple of Kongming Xianshan is quite mysterious and difficult to see through. However, you can use Zhao Ling, a brainless person, to explore him. However, from the previous point of view, this Kongming Xianshan disciple actually followed my will to offend Zhao Ling. Obviously, he is not a city government."

Thinking about it, the middle-aged man looked aside and happened to bump into the sight of the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man withdrew his sight, but his heart also had the same doubts as the middle-aged man. This empty and bright fairy mountain disciple was really difficult to see clearly.

Since others can see it, Lin Yun, who is the most profound Taoist, will naturally not look away, but she can see that this boy named Ling Sheng is not very thoughtful, so she is not very wary.

"If you want to understand the common sense of practice, I can send you some classics or talk to you on the way." Lin Yun muttered.

"It's so good." Ling Sheng's face showed joy. His cultivation broke through the imperial spirit and protected himself with sword spirit. In fact, practice is barely some achievements, but the common sense of practice is also limited to the shallow classics of Kongming Xianshan.

The rest is not to mention the division of the realm of practice, or Ling Sheng's own exploration and speculation, whether it is correct or not is correct with the facts.

"Can you step into the threshold of practice after listening to some common sense of practice?" Zhao Ling sneered and said, "Waste is waste. Let alone some common sense, it is to explain the fairy classics for you. What's the use?"

The beautiful girl listened interestingly and giggled.

Ling Sheng was not angry, and his face was still calm, but a little fine light flashed in his eyes.

"Brother Zhao, this is not right." The white-haired old man smiled kindly, which made people kindly and said with a smile, "There are records of mortals in the secular world. Ordinary people get fairy classics, or study metaphysical books. When they are enlightened, they will also ascend to the sky in one step."

"Is it false, and the stories fabricated by mortals can also be heard?" Zhao Ling sneered.

The white-haired old man smiled and stopped talking.

Ling Sheng looked at these people singing red faces and white faces, and knew from the bottom of his heart that in fact, except for Lin Yun, this group of people did not have a good person.