In the kitchen, Xu Lin was busy going in and out, and bursts of pungent aroma wafted from here to the surroundings of Moon Peak.

Wang Dazhu put his face on the edge of the entrance of the dog cave, every day, there are only two time periods that this guy is looking forward to, but unfortunately the little junior brother has recently started to practice penance, and every day is in a hurry, so that Wang Dazhu is a little depressed At the same time, he can't help but start praying in his heart, hoping that the pure void real person can get out of the customs as soon as possible, so that the miserable life can end soon.

When Xu Lin sent the prepared meals to the senior brothers one by one, Xu Lin was a little impatient, and flew towards Lianxia Peak with the light.

When he began to cultivate at Old Man Zhao'er, Xu Lin was nervous in his heart, but also left with deep resentment. But when Xu Lin combined "Blood God Son" and "Lingxi Yijian True Solution" in front of the old man, it gave Xu Lin the motivation to come here.

Very simple words, combined with the two exercises in the future, all the pros and cons, and what are the improprieties, in the concise and concise words of Old Man Zhao, the five bodies that Xu Lin admired were thrown to the ground.

In the end, it is an old monster of unknown origin, especially its unique views on swordsmanship, which made Xu Lin suddenly open up, and at the same time, the past vision made Xu Lin have a feeling of a frog at the bottom of the well.

And what surprised Xu Lin the most was that this old guy didn't ask himself for the whole exercise of "Blood God Son", but just gave himself appropriate advice in the exercises after Xu Lin combined.

This not only made Xu Lin begin to doubt his identity, including "Lingxi Yijian True Solution", this old man was even more familiar than Xu Lin. You must know that the book in Kunlun's collection now is an incomplete exercise, and what Xu Lin is practicing now is the correct solution, how did this old man know?

Xuan Yu real person?

This title, but Kunlun all the people respect a name, when Xuanyu Zhenren personally built the yellow-character porch, and buried the sword he used all his life under this ladder, and there is this "Lingxi Yijian True Solution" exercises.

How did this old man know that unless this old man was Xuan Yu's real person, why could he know so much about this exercise?

Taking the opportunity to deliver food to Wang Dazhu, Xu Lin once skillfully asked Wang Dazhu some questions to prove his conjecture, but these questions were quite euphemistic in his own opinion, but in Wang Dazhu's ears, he was undoubtedly an idiot.

Asked: "Thirteenth Senior Brother, Xuanyu Zhenren, what's your surname?"

He replied, "Xuanyu!"

Xu Lin was speechless for a moment!

Ask again: "Xuanyu Zhenren's common family name?"

Again: "Xuanyu!"

Xu Lin scratched his head!

Xu Lin, who still didn't give up, asked again: "Is Xuanyu Zhenren really dead?"

Wang Dazhu, who was quite impatient, replied: "The dead can't die anymore!"

"Are you sure?"

"Everyone in Kunlun is sure!"

Xu Lin carried the food box that Wang Dazhu had eaten, turned around and left with a black line on his face.

Words such as having no conscience came to mind behind Xu Lin, and Xu Lin was depressed.

Who the hell is this old guy?

No matter who he is now, Xu Lin is quite sure that in the heyday of the old man, this guy is definitely not an unknown person, so after a long time, he will naturally know, but there is one thing Xu Lin cares about, that is, he doesn't like himself!

It can also be said to be quite disgusted! Including Xu Lin's cultivation of the "Blood God Son", as long as Xu Lin's sword intent, every time he reveals the sword breath that wants to be devoured, the old man's unhappy face has already been seen in Xu Lin's eyes, then his camp is definitely not the side of the evil demon.

Because there are some things that have long been deeply engraved in the bones, this is a principle of life, no matter whether the old man still has principles today, but if he violates the principled things of the past, then he will be disgusted.

But hate to hate, when guiding Xu Lin's sword intent, this old man was unambiguous at all, and he was extremely attentive.

These days, Xu Lin's biggest gain from the old man is that he has learned to hide, although Xu Lin is originally a person who is very good at disguise, but unfortunately his sword intent is not included.

Whenever Xu Lin slashed out with a sword, it would more or less expose the evil aura in "Blood God Son", which was something that Xu Lin couldn't control.

In Xu Lin's case, this problem has always been a big problem, for a disciple from the main sect, how can he carry this demonic aura as soon as he comes out of the sword? Xu Lin didn't want to, and Kunlun didn't allow it, but at this time, it was well solved.

There are two kinds of sword cultivation, as mentioned above, one is to cultivate the subtle sword intent, and the other is to practice the sword light as fast as lightning.

What Old Man Zhao is teaching Xu Lin now is how to achieve subtlety at his level, the key is to grasp and control.

Qi is outside the body, but also inside it, breath and breath are all qi, and for sword cultivation who cultivates sword breath, the most important thing is to understand and control the breath.

If you can't even grasp your own breath, how to respond to your sword intent with your own breath and echo the breath around you?

These words have never been mentioned to Xu Lin, Xu Lin is now standing in front of the old man, except for a layer of resentment from the depths of his soul, he can be said to be obedient to the old man's current instructions.

"He wants his own life after all!" Xu Lin kept warning himself, even in the dead of night, Xu Lin actually had an unrealistic fantasy, if Old Man Zhao was really his master, how good it would be!

Don't think about unrealistic things, unrealistic things are a kind of blind desire, but people's feelings can never be so lightly in their own hands.

This is helplessness, Xu Lin's helplessness, but it is more like a kind of motivation, which is stimulating all of Xu Lin's potential, because he doesn't want to die, because he wants to become stronger, because he still has a lot of things planned.

Riding the sword, when Xu Lin passed by the place where the peach blossoms were still in full bloom, there was always that shadow in his eyes, and in the indifference of the beautiful and refined, there was no lack of Xu Lin's indescribable warmth.

Expectations are wonderful, but sometimes cruel.

One day, when Xu Lin was busy with the meals of the senior brothers as usual, Mingru unexpectedly appeared at the door of the kitchen, and after asking some things about the Mingli refining device, he told Xu Lin that he was going to be transferred to Lianxia Peak with the senior brother and the second senior brother, in order to prepare for the upcoming Xiuzhen Conference.

Xu Lin nodded and smiled, and asked some more about the cultivation conference, Mingru himself didn't know much about it, so after a few words, Mingru turned around and left, and before leaving, he also told Xu Lin not to delay the sword practice.

Xu Lin, who was stunned, seemed to have become a person again.

Chen Wanru was locked up on Fenglan Peak, Xu Lin didn't dare to go, and Chen Wanru couldn't come down.

Wang Dazhu, who had the best relationship with him, was also locked up by Qingxu Zhenren. Xu Lin wanted to say something to him, but he felt that it was not good, because Mochizuki Peak could be within the divine consciousness of the Qingxu Zhenren, Xu Lin didn't want to leave the slightest bad impression on the Qingxu Zhenren, and working hard was the image he wanted to establish in the heart of the Qingxu Zhenren.

What about Lu Jiaorong? Far away in Shushan, separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, it is impossible to see it. But at this time, Mingru also left, Xu Lin's heart suddenly felt a little empty, although he has always considered himself a cold person, but after all, Xu Lin is still a young man, although he has experienced a lot, but he still has a heart, a very warm heart.

This is the change that Kunlun brought to Xu Lin, unconsciously!

Look blank?

Don't know it?

Lonely and lonely?

Xu Lin smiled, these are a few words that are very stupid. If people want to have feelings, they must have feelings, but the premise of these two problems is that there is only one, and they must live first.

The demon wants to play with Xu Lin's life, playing like a plaything.

The bloodstained Daoist wants Xu Lin's life, and it is either a situation where you die or die.

Now there is another unknown old man Zhao, and he wants to use Xu Lin, also at the cost of his life.

Xu Lin wants to live, so these feelings, these so-called self-pity, must all be let go.

Devote himself to the wave of sword cultivation, this is what must be done at the moment, Xu Lin's strength rises by one point, then his life will have some more chances to be protected.

But there is another thing that Xu Lin has been most concerned about these days, and that is the Xiuzhen Conference.

Different from the last Golden Wheel Festival, this time the leaders of the main gate of the cultivation realm will basically all attend, because it is related to the blood demon of a generation of demons, and there is a demon lord who makes the entire cultivation world fearful, it is these two people who have threatened the life and death of the main gate of the cultivation world, and no one dares to sit still.

A thousand years ago, the Demon Lord came out, and the Sword Washing Pavilion, which was famous for a while, and even led the entire cultivation world, disappeared.

The Demon Lord is trapped, and the Blood Demon is out! The Ten Thousand Buddha Sect, which has always been on the same level as the Sword Washing Pavilion, has also been annihilated.

But in this era, these two big devils have come out of the mountain one after another, how can this make the main door of the cultivation world embarrassed?

This is a great era, this is an era that is about to be glorious, and in the troubled times, there will be heroes and heroes.

After becoming a king and defeating a king, those who are alive can give up who they are, and as for those who die, they are just a pair of piles of dust after all.