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Wang Dazhu's eyes were half-squinted, enjoying the warmth of the morning sun, and after hearing Xu Lin's question, his expression instantly froze.

What an infuriating question!

Wang Dazhu angrily knocked Xu Lin's head and said: "I don't know Taishan with my eyes, your thirteenth senior brother and I have not completely exploded in front of your eyes! Be careful that one day in the future, you will be blinded!"

Seeing Xu Lin raise his hands and hold his head, as if smiling but not smiling, Wang Dazhu suddenly felt extremely depressed, and then his eyes rolled, as if he thought of something again.

"What about Mingkang's swordsmanship?"

Xu Lin raised his eyebrows, he didn't understand why Wang Dazhu asked this, and then thought about the previous battle, although there are too many factors in the difference in cultivation, but Mingkang uses a sword, and its essence should be in the word "weird".

"Very good!" After thinking for a long time, Xu Lin only popped out these two words!

"A half-hung sword cultivator, only you, a beginner fool, will praise him!" Wang Dazhu said with some disdain.

This title is so familiar, I remember that when I fought with Mingkang, Xu Lin seemed to have shouted, because at that time, Xu Lin always felt that Mingkang's sword seemed to be a little unreasonable.

Cultivators who focus on refining weapons have an endless stream of attack techniques, such as Fu Xiu, who condense the sword intent of the Dao Law into the magic weapon with skill, and they are inevitably suspected of selling dog meat on the head of a sheep. ”

Wang Dazhu looked at Xu Lin's expression of listening carefully, which made him feel very happy, and he was more willing to say a few more words.

"This kind of means, to put it mildly, is ingenious, but it can be said to dig your own grave!"

After listening to Wang Dazhu's words, Xu Lin seemed to understand a little, thought about it carefully, and couldn't help frowning: "Can't increase the power of the attack?"

"Hehe, even if you are not stupid, these guys who cultivate weapons, in my opinion, always like to do some thankless things, such as explaining Kang, condensing a wisp of sword intent into the sword weapon magic weapon in his hand, but no matter how he swings the sword and slashes, he can only use it with so much sword intent, and he can't see the whole picture!"

Xu Lin nodded, and then asked suspiciously: "In this way, isn't that digging your own grave, and there is no room for improvement?"

But then, Xu Lin felt that he was a bit idiot when he asked this, at least Master Qingli is a real person, and he is the boss of the Taoist lineage!

"This requires the Heavenly Treasure to condense the magic weapon in his hand again, and then ingest a stronger sword intent, it's not over!" Wang Dazhu said with a pout.

"It's better to be strong and reliable!" This is Xu Lin's sincere words, and Wang Dazhu beside him is more willing to listen, there was so much nonsense before, only this is what he wants to emphasize.

Sword cultivation, the strongest is the sword in the hand!

Cultivate yourself to the extreme, raise your sword and slash, what the blade points to, that is invincible, unstoppable!

How chic that would be!

Wang Dazhu couldn't help but think a little obscenely.

"Wait, Senior Brother!" Xu Lin suddenly thought of something, then sat up and looked back at Wang Dazhu: "Mingkang hasn't used his true ability yet!"

"Hey!", Wang Dazhu said to Xu Lin with a mocking face: "Do you need real skills to deal with you?"

Xu Lin thought about it himself, this contest, he was completely defeated, whether it was the previous preparation or the hidden mind afterward, Xu Lin and Ming Kang seemed to be so bad compared to each other.

What about later?

Xu Lin frowned, and when he wanted to lie down again, Wang Dazhu had already gotten up at some point, and picked Xu Lin up like a chicken and said, "Go see the master!"

Xu Lin pretended to have a helpless expression, then hung his head, nodded weakly, and followed Wang Dazhu to the residence of Qingxu Zhenren!

It was still the independent courtyard, and at this time, the courtyard had already gathered Kunlun's disciples, with many faces, although they had seen it before, Xu Lin still felt a little awkward, and asked Wang Dazhu in a low voice: "On the shore of the lake in Fang Mao City, how many people have we lived?"

Wang Dazhu was laughing and greeting the brothers on the side, but when he heard Xu Lin's question, his expression became not very good-looking, and it took a long time to reply to Xu Lin and say, "Twelve!"

Xu Lin was silent, but this number was greatly unexpected by Xu Lin, in front of the real person, everyone was ants, and it was already good to be able to live twelve.

"Senior Brother and Senior Sister Mingru are still injured and have not recovered, and our Kunlun has planted a big heel this time!"

Yes, the leader of the cultivation world, he was killed so badly as soon as he came down the mountain, he was indeed a little embarrassed, but he didn't know that this was another declaration of war and provocation by the Demon Sect, and it was really an accidental event, so I don't know.

"Aren't you still alive?" Xu Lin smiled.

Wang Dazhu was quite moved, for the smile on Xu Lin's face, there was no ridicule, and it was a kind of relief for the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

Thinking about the scene when Xu Lin was desperate for Kunlun on the lakeside that day, when Wang Dazhu was moved to open his mouth and wanted to say something, a tall figure suddenly appeared in front of the two of them, and then glanced at Xu Lin, this figure walked straight over, Xu Lin immediately lowered his head, and greeted in a low voice: "Master!"

Qingxu Zhenren ignored Xu Lin, and when he walked through the courtyard, he said to the Kunlun disciples in the courtyard: "Follow me to the Golden Wheel Festival!"

After saying this, the Qingxu real person strode out first, and the Kunlun disciples in the courtyard quickly got up and followed closely.

But a gaze, like a sharp sword, suddenly made Xu Lin feel a tingling sensation on his face, and then followed this gaze to look back, but after seeing Ming Kang glancing at him coldly, he also turned around and left.

This glance contains too many emotions, no matter how Xu Lin understands it, it is a disgust that is not good for himself.

This guy must find a way to get rid of it, otherwise he will live in Kunlun in the future, and he will not be able to live in peace!

Thinking about this, Xu Lin suddenly felt a pain in his shoulder, but he was pulled by Wang Dazhu and said: "Don't pay attention to that guy, it's just a half-tone, senior brother will help you in the future!"

Xu Lin scratched his head embarrassedly, unwilling to say more on this issue, so he changed the topic and said, "Why don't you see Senior Uncle Qingming, Senior Brother and Senior Sister Mingru?"

Pulling Xu Lin out in a hurry, Wang Dazhu said casually: "They are still at the venue, and they will be able to see each other in a while." ”

"Oh!", Xu Lin didn't say anything more, and followed behind Wang Dazhu silently, and Wang Dazhu also saw Xu Lin's strangeness, thought about it in his heart, and thought that he knew that Xu Lin was worried in his heart, and couldn't help but say: "Don't worry too much about what happened last night, the master is just angry for a while!"

"Hmm!" With a sigh, Xu Lin's pretended expression still made Wang Dazhu's heart hurt slightly, so he said half-jokingly: "Last night, so many real people watched you fight with Mingkang, you really made the master lose a big face, think about what a glorious glory our master used the sword in his hand to resist the three masters of the Demon Sect alone, and then think about your appearance yesterday, you can't blame the master." ”

Xu Lin reluctantly showed a smile and said, "I know, senior brother doesn't have to worry too much." ”

Wang Dazhu grinned, and then looked at Xu Lin seriously: "This Golden Wheel Dharma will definitely give you a great insight, this cultivation world is not only our Kunlun sky."

Xu Lin showed a look full of anticipation: "Senior brother must have seen a lot of senior masters in the past few days, but have you ever seen someone with a red birthmark on his face?"

"Your relatives?" Wang Dazhu replied half-jokingly, then thought about it carefully, and then shook his head: "I really haven't touched it." ”

Xu Lin showed a rather disappointed expression, thinking, can this bloodstained Daoist come to this Golden Wheel Festival?

With such thoughts, Xu Lin and Wang Dazhu followed closely behind the Kunlun disciples in front of them, and finally came to the main hall of the Golden Wheel Temple.

The magnificent palace, such as the golden lacquer statue of the true Buddha, is the most conspicuous, the huge body of the Buddha, almost all the way to the beams of the palace.

The venue was arranged on the square opposite the main hall, and the colorful clothes of various sects and factions looked at a tall old monk who was walking out slowly in front of him.

The crowded square, at this time, in a solemn "Amitabha" sound, like a sudden retreat of the tide, fleeting, the surrounding is silent, only the tall figure, in a faint golden halo, looking at the people below.

After a long time, the old monk stepped forward and said, "Poor monk Zhishan, I have seen all Taoist friends!"

"This old monk is the current presiding officer of the Golden Wheel Dharma Temple! Don't look at his kind eyebrows, he is amazing!"

Standing at the back of the crowd, Wang Dazhu whispered to Xu Lin, and then looked at the front right: "Look, Senior Brother, Senior Sister He Mingru!"

Xu Lin followed the direction pointed by Wang Dazhu, and happened to see Qingming Zhenren and Senior Brother, as well as Senior Sister Mingru, but Wang Dazhu said "Huh?" at this time, and said with some hatred: "Why did this guy run ahead!"

Mingli turned around and met the eyes of Xu Lin and Wang Dazhu, and a smug smile appeared on his face, which made Wang Dazhu see it, and he was even more dissatisfied in his heart: "In these years, aren't they standing in line according to the size of the line?"

Wang Dazhu was very depressed, but Xu Lin was looking around on the side, he wanted to see that figure, in the other direction of the square, there were no doors and no sects in the world, where was he?

"Still looking for your relative?" Wang Dazhu asked coldly.

Xu Lin smiled embarrassedly: "I haven't seen him for many years, and I really want to see him again, but I don't know if he has come to this Golden Wheel Festival."

"If he was a cultivator, this conference would have come, after all, for many years, there have been very few gatherings of this scale in the cultivation world. ”

In Xu Lin's eyes, a gloomy color flashed, and the corners of his mouth curled: "I hope so!"