Chapter 60: There are too few people who have been cut recently

After a long time, Lin Mang slowly opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a dazzling sword energy passing by in his eyes.

The floor made of pure steel around seemed to be crushed by invisible knife energy, making a "hissing" sound, leaving a shallow knife mark.

As soon as Lin Mang opened his eyes, he found that the old man on the bed was staring at him without turning his eyes.

There was shock, curiosity, and a hint of fear in my eyes.

"senior?"

Lin Mang shouted tentatively.

The old man smiled bitterly and said in surprise: "My friend's talent... is really amazing!"

This magic sword score has been here for decades. I don’t know how many people want to practice, but if you try it a little, you will be confused.

Even a master monk who has attained enlightenment in Shaolin cannot avoid this sword technique.

I stayed here entirely because this sword technique is too rare and it would be a pity to destroy it.

Unexpectedly, he saw a freak today.

Not only did he enter the country in an instant, but he also used this to understand the intent of the magic sword.

How strange!

The so-called meaning, in the eyes of martial artists in the world, is a unique state and a kind of momentum.

Those who have been in the upper position for a long time have a certain power.

The so-called momentum is an external manifestation of the mind.

It is a state of being self-centered, mind-centered, and instrumentalized.

Swords have sword intent, swords have swords intention, and fists have fists intention. Countless heroes in the world may not be able to understand the "intention" in their entire lives.

Even many people have practiced swords for their whole lives and do not know what the sword intent is.

only……

The old man sighed lightly and looked at Lin Mang's flying fish suit, and felt more helpless.

If you can practice in such a state of mind, you will become a giant in the world when you walk on the sun, and you may be able to enter the realm of heaven and man.

What a pity, it's a pity.

The court's lackey...

Lin Mang looked strange, and this old senior felt strange.

What are you sighing inexplicably?

With joy, Lin Mang put down the magic sword in his hand, and walked towards the light sport area beside him.

I have always lacked a high-quality light martial arts, and I rely more on the body skills of Baguazhang and black feet.

But even if the martial arts of "Black Foot" break through the realm of Great Perfection and gain its own understanding, it still cannot change the fact that it has a low grade.

Generally speaking, fighting against hostilities is enough, but I am afraid that I will not even be able to catch up with those who are good at light skills.

After reading several light martial arts, Lin Mang's eyes lit up suddenly.

"Wudang Tiyunzong?"

"Wudang Tiyunzong", fourth grade.

Just in terms of one light skill, being able to reach this level is extremely extraordinary.

In the world, it is rare to have a light skill that can be called by a name.

He just read the sword technique and there are very few people who can rank third in this place.

Lin Mang sighed in his heart.

This is the real thing that you can rely on a big tree to enjoy the cool air. Those sects and aristocratic families fought for a secret book of martial arts.

And for the court, as long as I like it, it will be mine.

He probably flipped over and said secretly: "Fortunately, it's not really necessary to step on his left foot."

Stepping on the right foot with your left foot is just a means of leveraging your strength. After all, it is just light skills, not real flight.

Lin Mang smiled and said silently: "Cultivate!"

【Energy Point-1000】

【Introduction to Wudang Tiyunzong】

Not far away, the old man saw Lin Mang put down the secret book in his hand and said in confusion: "Why, even the Ti Yunzong of Wudang looks down on it? This is a superb skill of light skills."

"I dare say that there are not many excellent light skills in the entire secret library than this."

Lin Mang shook his head calmly and said, "It's very good light skills, but I have learned it, so there is no need to watch it again."

The old man was stunned for a moment.

After shaking his mind, he quickly woke up and almost forgot that this kid could even comprehend the magic sword.

I felt regret once again.

A waste of resources!

Lin Mang glanced around and asked, "Senior, is there any Xiaoyao Sect martial arts here?"

"Xiaoyao Sect..." The old man pondered for a moment, pointed to the left rear, and said, "There should be there."

"However, there are very few martial arts in the Xiaoyao Sect here, not many in the entire secret library, and most of their martial arts require special mental techniques to activate."

Lin Mang hurriedly walked over.

After reading several books one after another, I finally found what I wanted in a brocade box.

"Life and Death Talisman!" Lin Mang looked happy.

The old man pretended to pass by inadvertently, glanced at him and quickly withdrew his gaze, "The thing you are looking at is quite evil and vicious, but it is useless to require the internal skills of Xiaoyao Sect."

The martial arts are good, but the internal strength and mental skills are the core of all major sects, so it is not easy to obtain.

Lin Mang nodded slightly, threw it back casually, and said with a pity: "I heard that Xiaoyao Sect has a unique skill, Beiming divine art, but there is no place here."

The old man looked at him with a strange look and walked towards the bed with his hands behind his back.

With such magical skills, I still need to stay in this ghost place?

He came here to guard, and in exchange for interests, he could see all the martial arts here.

If not, few people would rather sit in this cold place.

Seeing the old man turn and leave, Lin Mang smiled brightly.

He said to the old man, then turned around and left the secret library.

Although he also wanted to stay and take a look, there were too few people who had been cut down recently.

...

At night,

Jiaozhongfang, Pingkanglou.

In the private room in the building, a group of people gathered together, looking at the graceful exotic dancer below with a comfortable expression.

At the top, there was a slightly bloated figure sitting, nearly two meters tall, which looked particularly outstanding among the crowd.

This person is the 600th house, with the general flag thunder roaring.

As for the surroundings, there were tall figures sitting. Apart from his four small flags, they were his confidants.

Lei Ming picked up the wine glass and drank it wildly, jokingly: "I wonder what our newly appointed Baihu is doing at this moment?"

A small flag next to him smiled and said, "I guess I'm handling official business."

"Ha ha!"

For a moment, everyone laughed.

Lei Ming sternly said: "That boy is really ignorant of the world. If he dares to provoke Lord Zhao, he will not be able to stay in the West Courtyard in the future."

A little flag next to him hesitated and said, "Sir, I heard that guy competed with Zhou Baihu, and even killed him in front of Lord Qianhu. What if he..."

Lei Ming directly raised his hand to interrupt and sneered: "Remember, our boss is only Lord Li."

"Don't forget that that master is the son of Wu Qinghou. Following him, we will have a better future."

"Well, Lin Mang is just a dying person. Can't we brothers serve us?"

"If you want to blame, you can only blame him for his bad luck!"

Lei Ming snorted coldly, put down his wine glass heavily, and said coldly: "Don't forget what I told you, so that your people will be smart. What will happen if you offend Wu Qinghou? You guys know."

Everyone responded repeatedly, and then they gave another cup of tea.

During the meal, slander and insults came from time to time.

I asked for votes for the third update, but it was too late.
Chapter completed!