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Xu Lin's silence seems to have become the best answer.

Yes, martial artists are indeed looked down upon by cultivators.

Without the innate talent of being able to feel the vitality of heaven and earth, there is no potential for cultivation, in the eyes of cultivators, such a person can only live a life of inaction, but martial artists are different.

Strong will, constant pursuit, and perseverance and courage as long as the kung fu deep iron pestle is sharpened into a needle, so in this world, in addition to those who are favored by heaven, there is a group of martial artists, a group that constantly fights against fate.

However, in the path of a martial artist, it is extremely difficult to cultivate to the point where the Gang Qi is released, which is equivalent to the powerhouse of the real human realm among the cultivators.

In today's world, there are only a few people who can be called the top masters of martial arts. Its cultivation is the strongest, which is equivalent to the realm of the early stage of a real person. And such martial arts powerhouses, most of whom serve in the army, although they have a respected status, they cannot live forever, because that last step has not been taken by anyone since ancient times.

"Is martial art the end?" Li Zhutou lifted the big sword behind him and held it in his arms, with a self-deprecating smile on his face.

"The peak of martial arts can be refined, but it can't break the world, this is what the family teacher said. Xu Lin said coldly.

Haha smiled, Li Zhutou also nodded: "The human body has a limit, and it can be refined into steel, and if it is refined, it will be wasted, this is what my master said." ”

Xu Lin looked at Li Zhutou in surprise, the judgment about martial artists has been a topic of debate since ancient times, and countless martial artists want to prove that even if they don't have any talent, the path of cultivation is not the patent of those who are born to feel the vitality of heaven and earth.

For martial artists, this is not just a simple slogan, but also something they want to prove.

But now, in front of him, a martial artist whose cultivation is not weak, actually said such a thing, which made Xu Lin very surprised and puzzled.

Without saying anything more, Li Zhutou stood up slowly, then looked at the already generous and bright sky, laughed, and strode away, looking at the majestic back, it seemed that every step was so firm.

For this person's senses, in Xu Lin's consciousness, there seems to be a change again, and people who can clearly recognize their own shortcomings are often the most terrifying, especially those who are strong-willed.

Looking at Li Zhutou's back, Xu Lin thought a lot, and when this figure completely disappeared into the depths of his eyes, Xu Lin paced a few steps in the courtyard, and his face seemed to be a little more cold.

Then Xu Lin, who returned to the house, picked up the cold jade sword, and began to practice, this is to make up for yesterday's homework, and Xu Lin really has nothing to do, instead of waiting for the night to come, it is better to find something to do for yourself.

When you concentrate on something, before you know it, time often passes quickly.

Xu Lin, who was constantly making fingers, was even more reciting words in his mouth, and his body was wrapped in a layer of cold light at this time, and when Xu Lin finished the last finger, the cold light slowly dispersed, and the cold jade sword placed next to Xu Lin's knee suddenly let out a buzz.

This sword sound was like a dragon's roar, and when the sword body of the cold jade sword was trembling and humming, it had already scattered the cold light around it, and suddenly it seemed to be attracted by a powerful suction force, and above the air, a tiny cyclone was formed, and it was quickly injected into the sword body of the cold jade sword.

Xu Lin looked at this scene with excitement on his face, only to see the sword body of the cold jade sword, as the more cold light was injected, the more dazzling the light became, and at the same time exuded a cold aura.

I don't know how long it took, when Xu Lin's surroundings returned to calm, when the cold jade sword had stopped trembling and humming, where Xu Lin held the hilt of the cold jade sword, there was a sudden feeling that flesh and bone were connected. Feeling the coldness of the sword's edge, in his mind, Xu Lin seemed to be able to understand the coldness of this sword better.

Unexpectedly, today, the sacrifice of the cold jade sword has broken through to the level of the double heaven, which is undoubtedly an absolute help for Xu Lin, who likes to use swords.

Looking at the sword in his hand that constantly exuded a little coldness, Xu Lin's eyes were full of love and joy, and at this moment, the smile on Xu Lin's face suddenly disappeared, and his brows were furrowed. Looking up in the direction of the door, after staring for a while, my heart, which had been calmed down, was turbulent again.

An urgent knock broke the silence in the room, and Xu Lin got up and opened the door, and he was greeted by a messenger in an official uniform.

After glancing at Xu Lin, the messenger asked, "But Xu Lin?"

"It's down there. Xu Lin immediately replied.

"Then come with me, Li Zhutou is invited!"

Unexpectedly, Xu Lin picked up the cold jade sword, and followed the official to the door, but as he walked, Xu Lin was now going in the direction of not the main hall of Guangyuan Temple, but the location of the release pool.

This stone road leading to the release pond, in just a few days, Xu Lin has walked many times, and the scenery on both sides has become very familiar.

At this time, it was already dusk, and the red glow in the sky was as red as blood, and I don't know whether it was the crow or the magpie's cry, and it was chirping from time to time not far away.

In the bushes on both sides of the road, the sound of insects chirping one after another. Looking at the emerald green new leaves, drops of crystal water droplets hang on the tips of the leaves, and under the crystal luster, there is also a reflection of the glow of the sky, but at this time, it seems that it is a little uncomfortable.

Holding the cold jade sword in his hand tightly, feeling the coldness of the hilt, feeling the feeling of flesh and blood, looking at the lake that gradually appeared in front of him, Xu Lin's eyes were shining with excitement.

To Xu Lin's surprise, he didn't expect that Li Zhutou not only invited himself to come, but also called the monks of Guangyuan Temple to the location of the release pool.

What surprised Xu Lin the most was that on the basis of the original only dozens of officials, Li Zhutou actually filled in some new soldiers, and these soldiers were in front of the lakeside of the release pond, erecting crossbows more than one person high, and erecting a whole row.

As soon as Xu Lin walked to the position where the monks of Guangyuan Temple stayed, he was pulled over by the little monk Wuwei who was standing in the corner, and then whispered to Xu Lin: "Master Xu, look at this battle, this Li Zhutou is going to fight." ”

"It's not like fighting, it's a bit like killing demons. Xu Lin said with a slight smile.

For the little monk in front of him who was about the same age as himself, Xu Lin didn't have much annoyance, relatively speaking, he had a little good impression.

"For so many years, there have been anomalies in the release pool every full moon night, and it's not a day or two, even if there are demons, I'm afraid it has already become the climate, can this be done with manpower?"

Looking at the mocking expression on Wuwei's face, Xu Lin just laughed, and then looked at Li Zhutou not far away, with this person's character, he would never fight an uncertain battle.

Xu Lin couldn't be sure how high Li Zhutou's martial arts cultivation was, but looking at the battle put forward by this officer and soldier, and looking at the unhurried look on Li Zhutou's face, for some reason, Xu Lin's heart was a little more uneasy.

But there is another question that breeds in Xu Lin's heart, since he wants to kill the demon, why did he call this group of useless monks over, aren't they afraid that in the process of fighting with the demon, this group of monks who can't do a little magic will become a deadly burden?

Thinking about these questions, Xu Lin suddenly felt as if something was missing, thinking about it carefully, a name suddenly popped up in Xu Lin's mind, and then Xu Linxun looked around, and there was no figure of the old woman of the Xu family in this crowd.

Xu Lin, who frowned slightly, turned his head to the little monk Wuwei beside him and asked, "Aunt Xu, why don't you see her?"

"Look at these battles set up by Li Zhutou, Aunt Xu is in her sixties, isn't it a death here?"

Absolutely not. Xu Lin looked at the crossbow that had been arranged, and looked at Li Zhutou inspecting the figure of the soldiers back and forth, there must be something wrong here.

The age of the old woman of the Xu family is a little too old, this is true, but think about what Li Zhutou said when he met the Xu family before, there was a knife hidden in that words!

And now even this group of powerless monks have called over, why not have an older old woman from the Xu family?

Xu Lin was thinking about this problem when a swarthy ballista was pushed out by a group of soldiers, but it was standing in the middle of a row of crossbowmen, and the muzzle of the cannon was facing the front of the release pool.

Looking up at the sparkling lake, the sun was about to set, and the afterglow of the sky was just sprinkled on the rippling blue surface of the lake, dyeing it a golden color.

Li Zhutou inspected the situation of the soldiers and the bows and crossbows again, and then looked back at the location of the monks of Guangyuan Temple, but it happened to be opposite Xu Lin's gaze.

Xu Lin looked at Li Zhutou tightly, trying to find the answer in his heart from his gaze, but Li Zhutou only nodded slightly, then turned his head and looked at the slightly rippling lake in front of him.

The surroundings are quiet, when the darkness completely falls, the coolness in the breeze penetrates the body, making people have a cold feeling, but the release pool in front of them is like a puddle of ink, without the slightest luster.

Xu Lin stood there quietly, and the little monk Wuwei also stood aside, the two did not talk, but they had their own thoughts.

Li Zhutou stood on the ground with the big knife in his hand, a pair of rough big hands pressed on the hilt, facing the lake with tidal ups and downs from time to time, but the expression on his face gradually became solemn.

Until the top of the night sky, when the night sky, which was like the lights of thousands of homes, gradually became brighter, looking at the cold moon hanging in the sky, Li Zhutou pressed the palm on the handle of the knife, and suddenly grasped it, but it was tightly grasped on the handle of the knife.

Xu Lin's heart was full of excitement and indescribable fear, but it was this kind of emotion that made Xu Lin's heart become extremely excited. The light in his eyes was even more tightly locked on the surface of the lake, until the ripples on the surface of the lake gradually became larger, Xu Lin knew that this was about to begin.