He is really the Holy Son of Daoyang!

Lin Yun remained calm on the surface, but he couldn't hide his shock in his heart.

It is hard to imagine that the young man in front of me, who is dirtier than a beggar and has a beard that looks like an overgrown weed, could be the Holy Son of Daoyang.

According to rumors, this person has boundless grace and is the best in the Eastern Barren. Together with the little princess of Shenhuang Mountain, they are called the Twin Stars of the Eastern Barren.

Lin Yun had heard of this man's reputation when he first came to Tiandao Sect. Now that he saw the real person, the contrast was really huge.

"I've met senior brother."

Shocked, Lin Yun still had to be polite.

"Ye Qingtian, you are very good." Li Daoyang chuckled softly. He was here to see Lin Yun.

After seeing him now, I am quite satisfied, even beyond expectations. The only trouble may be his identity.

"Do you want to go to Tianlun Tower?" Li Daoyang said: "It is not the lowest level where other saints enter, but the core secret realm of Tianlun Tower."

"Of course I did."

Lin Yundao: "However, I plan to go after I am promoted to Half-Saint."

The Tianlun Tower was a rare opportunity, and Lin Yun didn't want to waste it when his cultivation level was too low. He had to wait until he entered the holy path before going there.

The higher the realm, the more benefits!

"Smart man, then you can make a breakthrough." Li Daoyang looked at Lin Yun deeply, and then prepared to leave.

"Li Daoyang, you've been out for so long, why didn't you bring a gift for me?" Fairy He said with her hands on her hips.

Li Daoyang said with a smile: "Bring it, bring it, reach out."

"hey-hey."

Fairy Crane smiled and stretched out her hand, full of expectation.

Snap!

Li Daoyang slapped it directly with his palm. The painful Crane Fairy said angrily: "What are you doing!"

"I give all my love to you, the Holy Son." Li Daoyang laughed a few times and left shamelessly.

"Stinky guy, I curse you to never take a bath in your life." Fairy He's face turned red with anger and she felt aggrieved.

Lin Yun smiled, this guy is quite a wonderful person.

"Ye Qingtian, you can't imitate him, this heartless guy." Fairy He pouted.

Lin Yun nodded, and then swallowed the Nine Color Sky Cloud Fruit.

Kaka!

When the holy fruit entered the body, Lin Yun's injuries were completely recovered, and both the cracks on his face and the skin on the surface became as delicate as a baby's.

Without rushing to refine it, Lin Yun took advantage of this feeling and practiced the Firefly Divine Sword into the Holy Scroll on the top of the mountain.

Dead wood grows flowers!

The sun is rising!

So close to the end of the world!

Fire trees and silver flowers!

Drive thunder and lightning!

Tens of thousands of fires engulf the sky!

He continued to practice the six swords he had mastered on the top of the mountain. As time passed, the visions contained in the swordsmanship merged with the rules of heaven and earth.

The speed is getting slower and slower, and the sword light is breathing in and out, as if the world is breathing. The feeling is extremely mysterious.

"Sword Master Tianxuan once said that the Holy Scroll may seem dazzling, but in fact there is a certain pattern, and each sword is related."

Lin Yun held the Burial Flower Sword, practiced it again and again, and savored the words left by the sword master.

Gradually, I realized that these sword techniques are like colorful beads, each bead is imprinted with a different scenery, but there is still a thread connecting them in series.

"As long as I find this thread, this Holy Scroll will become quite easy."

Lin Yun was very smart. He did not focus on the sword moves themselves, but jumped out and looked at the sword manual from an overall perspective.

This habit was actually developed around Yao Guang. When Yao Guang granted him the way of swordsmanship, he did not deliberately teach him swordsmanship.

He only taught him calligraphy, enlightenment, derivation of the Nine Swords of Xiaoyao, and even practiced with him.

In writing, no matter how clever or complex the sword technique is, there are traces on the paper.

You can look down from a high place!

If you are obsessed with the sword moves themselves, once you get caught up in comprehending them, you will definitely be dazzled and your brain will be fried, and you may not be able to gain anything from reading the scriptures.

While Lin Yun was immersed in cultivation and forgot both things and himself, Li Daoyang had not actually gone far.

Outside the Nine Heavens, he stood side by side with an old man in black, looking into the night sky.

The old man in black has a distinguished status. He is the master of Daoyang Palace, Ye Qianyu, and the master of Li Daoyang.

"Daoyang, how is this kid?" Ye Qianyu asked.

Li Daoyang muttered: "Very good, quite powerful. He is indeed worthy of the word "genius". No, it should be said that the word "genius" is indeed worthy of him."

Ye Qianyu said: "This evaluation is unexpectedly high."

"I think people can't be wrong." Li Daoyang's eyes were full of appreciation and admiration: "Let's not talk about his talent in swordsmanship. What I admire most is his willpower. It is so strong. I have never seen him so ruthless in his life.

people."

"That's not all. He is also very smart. There are many talented people, but there are still too few smart people. He is really smart."

He recalled the scene of Lin Yun breaking through the barrier, stop and go, stop and go, never reckless.

When he stopped, he seemed to be resting, but in fact he was trying to figure it out, allowing his body to adapt to the power of the Human Emperor Sword, and at the same time, it was resolved quietly.

So smart!

There are really too few people like this who know how to hide their clumsiness.

"Sword Master Tianxuan asked him to participate in the famous sword competition, what do you think?" Ye Qianyu stroked his beard with a smile on his face, as if he was interested in testing his beloved disciple.

Holy Son Daoyang smiled and asked, "Master, what do you think?"

Ye Qianyu smiled and said: "Tianxuan is a little impatient. He should have some achievements, but the swordsmanship of Donghuang is too good."

"If Jian Jingtian had not fallen eighteen years ago and had him as an example, the younger generation of Donghuang would have been able to rise up many swordsmanship geniuses and continue their respective inheritances. That wave was too hurt, and the Sword Sect was suppressed too much.

Damn, the Six Holy Lands all have inheritances, and they are hidden from each other and do not communicate with each other."

"The Sword Alliance is different. The major swordsman holy places all over the world have constant exchanges and exchanges with each other. One is going down while the other is going up, but the gap is still very obvious."

Holy Son Daoyang did not deny it and said with a smile: "These disciples also know it, but he is really different. Master, you don't know that willpower is more important than talent. His willpower is too strong."

He looked at Lin Yun from a distance, with light blooming in his eyes.

"Oh, you are very optimistic about him? Then why don't we, master and apprentice, make a bet?" Ye Qianyu said with a smile.

"Okay." Shengzi Daoyang readily agreed.

Ye Qianyu smiled and said: "I bet that he will suffer a loss. What about you, bet that he will take first place?"

Holy Son Daoyang flipped up his long hair like withered grass and said with a disdainful smile: "What does the first place mean? Do you know who the first master of the Famous Sword Tournament twenty years ago was? The first master a hundred years ago.

Do you know who it is?"

"Master, I'm not telling you, your vision is still too low. Master didn't get first place very often when he was a child. Even the top three were difficult. The first place at that time should be Yaoguang. We are different."

Ye Qianyu's cheek twitched, and she suppressed her anger and waited for him to finish.

"I've always been number one since I was little, and I've even gotten hemp. What's the point? It's not fun. Only those who can't get it find it interesting, right, Master." Li Daoyang said with a smile.

Snap!

Ye Qianyu knocked him hard and said angrily: "You dare to pretend in front of the master and speak well."

Li Daoyang touched his head and said with a smile: "Wait until I finish speaking, and it won't be too late to fight again. The first one is really meaningless..."

"You still said!" Ye Qianyu said: "Isn't your master Chunxinqi!"

Li Daoyang dodged this time and said with a smile: "No, I just want to say that being first is really boring. There have been so many firsts in the past three thousand years, but the ones that are really remembered are the Nine Emperors."

"Even if you are as strong as Yaoguang, if you cannot survive this disaster, you will be forgotten sooner or later."

When Ye Qianyu heard this, he sighed deeply, acquiescing to his statement.

Li Daoyang continued: "So it's meaningless to bet on him being number one. Five hundred years from now on, he will be the strongest sword in a thousand years. I bet that he will make the entire Eastern Wilderness Sword Dao rise. Even if it takes five hundred years or eight hundred years, he will be the strongest swordsman in the world."

Even the sword tournament cannot avoid this person!"

Ye Qianyu took a breath, looked at Ye Qingtian involuntarily, and said in a deep voice: "Your evaluation is really too high."

"Whether it's high or not, we'll have to wait and see, maybe it's still low." Li Daoyang said indifferently.

Ye Qianyu no longer dwells on this topic. He asked Li Daoyang to observe this person for another purpose.
To be continued...