Outside the sword tomb.

Chenbei and Nie Shanhe wait quietly.

The two waited for a while, and knew that Lin Yi would not come out so quickly, and they were idle, so they started chatting.

Chen Bei looked at Nie Shanhe's white hair and couldn't help but sigh: "You were still a child back then, but I didn't expect that in a blink of an eye, you have become the elder of Wenjianshan."

"Uncle Master, you are still in style." Nie Shanhe sighed softly: "It's just that Master, I don't have the chance to look at you again."

Nie Shanhe mentioned his master at the mouth, who was the previous elder Wenjianshan.

The previous elder Wenjianshan lived for 370 years.

In the end, I couldn't stand the passing of time and passed by sadly.

"It's okay, I almost have to go down and drink with him."

Chen Bei smiled.

Nie Shanhe was silent.

Every monk is seeking immortality and enlightenment, but no one can live forever and die and will eventually grow old.

"Uncle Master, why is it him?"

Nie Shanhe was silent for a while, and finally couldn't help asking.

I've been holding this question in my opinion for a long time.

In his opinion, Lin Yi, who was able to comprehend the essence of array technology in a short time and through the ten-star chess game, could see that this guy had a certain way. However, Nie Shanhe believed that Lin Yi lacked the firm will that a cultivator should have, had only insight, and could not go long.

Just when Chen Bei was about to say something.

A violent vibration came from the sword tomb.

The sound of swords sounded like waves, swaying from the sword tomb.

Chenbei and Nie Shanhe's faces suddenly changed. They didn't care about reminiscing about the past, and Chenbei almost couldn't help but rush in.

"That guy, shouldn't he annoyed all the sword intent of his ancestors?"

When Chen Bei had just arisen, he subconsciously felt that it was impossible. But then he thought, fuck, it was that boy who was very likely to have all the sword intents!

He began to secretly regret whether he was too anxious to send him to the sword tomb?

Nie Shanhe was fine, and his concern for Lin Yi was not as obvious as Chen Bei. After his face changed slightly, he quickly calmed down.

Chen Bei was spinning around in circles, preparing to wait for Lin Yi to trigger the token, so he rushed in.

Waiting for a while, the expected distress signal did not come, and the boiling sword tomb quickly calmed down.

Chenbei and Nie Shanhe looked at each other.

What happened inside...?

Very violent!

...

...

What Yi Lin didn't know was that he had lost one very important step in breaking into the sword tomb.

Many inner disciples get the opportunity. When they come to the sword tomb to ask for swords, their elders will repeatedly remind them to respect the remaining sword intent of their ancestors.

There are many taboos.

For example, you cannot make loud noises, you cannot control the air without authorization, you must burn incense and bathe, you must bow three times and nine times to do the etiquette, etc.

The remaining sword intent on the flying sword did not form a complete spiritual consciousness, which was equivalent to just a touch of obsession.

Most of these obsessions adhere to the pride of the former Lord during his lifetime. Once someone breaks into the sword tomb and is disrespectful to them, they almost don’t need to use their brains and directly attack them, and fight the disrespectful ones into pieces.

So... this is "Ask Sword Mountain"!

In the sword tomb, the word of mouth is the king!

After entering the master, the serious disciples of Tianjian Sect will have a long time to learn rules, etiquette, and bow down to their knees after learning the essence of please the elders.

In other words, even if their master did not remind them, the first thing they did when they came to the sword tomb was to pray to the natal flying sword left by their ancestors, and then prayed, hoping to give these proud sword intent a wave of favorable feelings from the beginning.

But Yi Lin doesn't understand.

How could he know that these ancient swords were so arrogant?

As soon as he flew up, he was about to sweep over the heads of tens of thousands of flying swords, and he annoyed the sword intent of the mountain and prepared to kill this villain.

In addition, Yi Lin had a little problem with her charm value, which was easier to attract hatred, so she almost overturned the entire sword tomb at the beginning.

Yi Lin instantly figured out various joints and fell back to the ground without saying a word.

“Buzz…”

The sound of swords from all directions weakened a little.

But Yi Lin still felt a vague feeling that an emotion called "anger" echoed in the entire space.

The buzzing sound in his ear at this moment gave him the feeling of a group of grievances in the deep boudoir, lying in his ear and muttering, reminiscing about his dissatisfaction.

"I probably understand the way to clear the clearance."

It turns out that it's better to show your favorability!

Yi Lin corrected the god and began to inject spiritual power into the Qianji Banner given by Chen Bei.

As the psychic value is consumed, the Qianji Banner's bright light flashed, one minute two, two minute four, four minute eight... Finally, thirty-two small flags of different colors circled around Yi Lin.

"go!"

Yi Lin smiled slightly, bounced his fingers, and thirty-two small flags fell into the sword tomb.

"The world is invincible, and the universe borrows the Dharma."

Yi Lin started to set up the formation according to the arrangement taught by the flower boy.

Of course, if Huatong or Ren Qingshan came, he was probably confused. Because Yi Lin's method of setting up the formation was somewhat different from that of traditional monks. He did not strictly follow the layout of the twelve constellations of the heavenly stems and earthly branches. Among them, Yi Lin added a little bit of his understanding of magic, crystal pattern, and supreme stream magic to form an inappropriate and irregular "free formation".

The thirty-two small flags, the moment they landed, turned into thirty-two faceless people wearing elder robes.

The thirty-two elders followed the highest standards of etiquette that has been passed down from ancient times in the Tianjian Gate. They began to bow three times and knock nine times toward the flying swords everywhere in the sword tomb, knocking one step at a time, knocking again after knocking, I continued to knock if you are unhappy, and I kept knocking... After finishing a set of etiquette, the arrogant sword intent contained in the flying sword finally became comfortable.

In the sword tomb, it returned to peace and silence.

"Isn't this very simple?"

Yi Lin breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately these flying swords were not real people and were easy to fool. He used some tricks and fooled the angry flying sword in the sword tomb.

Nonsense, the thirty-two elders worship here, even the mourning halls of the leaders of past dynasties may not be treated like this. After all, there are less than thirty-two elders who are still alive, and they can't get it together no matter how much they get together. If you don't feel satisfied with the arrogant sword intent like this, Yi Lin can only come to force him.

After all the sword intentions calmed down in a round of continuous flattery, Yi Lin did not put away the Thousand Machine Banners as soon as possible, but let thirty-two small flags surround them. He looked at the flying sword not far away, which looked quite unique, and there was a faint flowing light on the sword body, so he stepped forward quietly. Taking advantage of the flying sword's lack of objection, he stretched out his five fingers and quickly grasped the hilt of the flying sword.

"Tianjianmen Chuandaoyuan, Fangyuan Mountain, Yanmo Mountain, Jielu Mountain, Baicao Mountain, Wenjian Mountain, Lingzhou Mountain, Zhujian Mountain, Taiyi Mountain, and his senior brother Chen Bei Wangnian, Lin Yi came to ask for swords and hope for advice from his ancestors."

As soon as Yi Lin held the hilt of the sword, a cool and moist breath suddenly came from the contact point between the hilt of the sword and the palm. Without hesitation, Yi Lin immediately reported to her house and asked the sword, with the focus on the word "ask". Since it was a question, the title of self-reported is naturally the cooler the better.

The cool and moist aura, as soon as it invaded Yi Lin's body, suddenly turned into extremely cold and cold, which made Yi Lin feel like she was in a polar glacier. In a blink of an eye, Yi Lin trembled all over, her skin and hair were covered with white frost. As she opened her mouth and breathed, the breath she exhaled condensed into white ice mist, and her whole body seemed to have become a living ice sculpture.

Yi Lin's face changed slightly. He forced himself to endure the biting chill in his body, trying to forcefully pull out the variant of the five elements attribute - the ice-attribute flying sword. But he tried his best, but he couldn't pull the flying sword out of the ground with brute force.

As time passed by minute by minute, the frost on the surface of Yi Lin's body became thicker and thicker. Until Yi Lin felt that his consciousness began to become blurred, he finally couldn't hold on and let go of his hand. The chill quietly retreated, and he quickly sat on the ground and circulated the pitiful weak aura in his body. After about half an hour, Yi Lin finally cleared the alien aura in his body and warmed up his limbs.

I turned my hand to look at the palm of my hand that had drawn the sword just now. The palm was covered with purple and I was suddenly frostbitten.

Yi Lin stared at her frost-killed palm.
Chapter completed!