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

    Wang Lin nodded. He knew that Sun Dazhu didn't like him. At this time, he probably saw that he had reached the third level of Qi Condensation Stage, so he more or less recognized him as his disciple, so he respectfully resigned.

    Not long after, he came to the Sword Spirit Pavilion in the main courtyard. He had been here once before, but now that he was back in the old place, the past scenes came to mind again.

    There was a disciple in white sitting cross-legged outside the Sword Spirit Pavilion. He was in his thirties, chubby, and looked unfamiliar. He had obviously not participated in the training.

    He glanced at Wang Lin and said in surprise: "Junior brother, you are only at the third level of Qi Condensation. What are you doing here? This is a place that can only be accessed after the fourth level of Qi Condensation."

    Wang Lin didn¡¯t say anything, took out the token given by Sun Dazhu and threw it over.

    The fat man took it and looked at it, and his expression immediately became weird. He seemed to be holding back his laughter for a long time. Finally, he couldn't help but laugh out loud and said: "It turns out that this is the tradition of Master Sun's lineage. I have forgotten about it."  , Master Sun's lineage has a habit of using flying swords to show off 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.

    The fat man laughed for a long time, waved his hand, suppressed his smile, and said: "Junior brother, go in. I suggest you choose the third one from the right. That flying sword is amazing. When I first came here, I thought  I met the most awesome flying sword in the cultivation world of Zhao Kingdom."

    Wang Lin quickly thanked him and walked away. Five feet away, he suddenly raised his eyebrows and found a turbulent wave ring in his consciousness, spreading out from the room, seeming to stop his progress.

    Seeing this, the fat man knew that he had forgotten to turn off the restriction of Sword Spirit Pavilion. He was about to ask Wang Lin to wait, but before he could say it out, the words were stuck in his throat like a fishbone. He held it for a long time without uttering a single word.  , his eyes widened suddenly, showing a strong look of disbelief.

    Wang Lin noticed the resistance and couldn't help but think of the shameful scene back then. He snorted softly and strode forward, five feet, four feet, three feet, two feet, one foot.

    No matter how the resistance intensified, it could not stop Wang Lin from walking in with ease.  After entering the room, his consciousness swept away and his heart moved. This room was very strange. His consciousness seemed to have lost its effect here and was limited to three feet!

    The fat man jumped up immediately, with a look of shock on his face. He was the disciple in charge of the Sword Spirit Pavilion. He was well aware of the power of the formation prohibition here, specializing in isolating all spiritual consciousness. He once saw that several of his uncles could not force it.  Walking into the pavilion, let alone the inner disciples.

    Only when recruiting disciples, the power of the formation will be reduced countless times, so as to release the sword energy in the Sword Spirit Pavilion and select whether there is a suitable person.

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

    But just as he walked into Wuzhang, a huge pressure hit his face as if the sky was falling. The fat man's body was like a lonely boat in the angry sea. He was thrown far away, drawing an arc in the sky, accompanied by a puff.  He vomited blood several times and fell heavily to the ground.  It took him a long time to calm down, with a look of fear on his face, and he lost his voice:

    "It's notit's not broken!"

    Wang Lin entered the room easily. Looking around, he saw ancient swords of different lengths placed in the room, exuding strong sword intent.

    Wang Lin's eyes swept over the flying swords without stopping, and finally saw the flying sword that Fatty said was the best in the world of Zhao Kingdom's cultivation.

    After seeing it, Wang Lin was a little speechless. This can indeed be said to be the most awesome flying sword. It can't be regarded as a flying sword at all, it is just a rectangular door panel.

    Two palms wide and three feet long, the whole body is shining with golden light. Don¡¯t think that this golden light is some fairy magic. This golden light is purely because the sword is coated with a layer of gold!

    Don¡¯t think that this gold is just smoke covering up a peerless sword. Underneath this gold is actually the most ordinary pig iron, with nothing surprising about it.

    There are two huge diamonds inlaid on the handle, 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 explosive feeling.

    Wang Lin touched his chin. He was really optimistic about this flying sword. If he was short of money in the future, he could make a lot of money by selling it anywhere.

    HereThere is a sign on the flying sword, which reads: "This sword is called Jufu. It was made by a master of the sect with a lot of money 500 years ago. It is said to have unfathomable power from ghosts and gods, but in fact this sword has been broken several times.  , the master made great contributions to the sect throughout his life, and his only last words before his death were to store this sword in the Jianling Pavilion for a destined person.

    Those who choose this sword must remember to treat it kindly. If it is broken, it must be reattached, and it cannot be sold, otherwise it will be expelled from the master!  "

    Wang Lin couldn't hold back his laughter, grabbed the flying sword of the wealthy man, and said to it: "It's up to you. Wang is a poor man. If it's broken, don't expect 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. He changed his mocking look just now and said goodbye to Nuonuo with a chill in his eyes.

    Wang Lin¡¯s consciousness was isolated in the room just now, so he didn¡¯t notice anything unusual about the fat man. At this time, he was quite curious about why the fat man was so arrogant in front of him and respectful in the back.

    Returning to Sun Dazhu's medicine garden, he took out the flying sword. Sun Dazhu was immediately dumbfounded. He murmured to himself for a long time. He looked at Wang Lin meaningfully and said, "When I saw this huge sword, I really didn't have the guts to carry it."  If you have the guts to carry it out, okay, in three days you can carry it and show it to Xuan Dao Sect and your junior uncles."

    Three days later, the bell of the Hengyue Sect rang nine times, echoing in the mountains for a long time. The leader, all the masters, and their respective disciples stood outside the main hall.

    I saw a black spot appearing in the sky, getting closer and closer, and what finally appeared in everyone's eyes was a thousand-legged centipede about a hundred feet long. This centipede was completely black, walking on black clouds, and there were bursts of thunder as it flew.  Come quickly.

    All the inner disciples of the Hengyue Sect took a breath of cold air and showed horror in their eyes.  Some female disciples were so frightened that their faces turned pale and their legs became weak.

    "What's all the fuss about? This thousand-legged centipede looks scary, but if each of you goes up and stabs it with a sword, it will definitely die!" The red-faced old man next to the leader shouted dissatisfied, with a loud voice, obviously wanting to let the centipede get above him.  The Xuan Dao Sect member who was holding it heard.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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