Ziyun Sect is located in Zicang Mountain on the southwest border of Yunzhou in the Southern Territory, with the Tang Empire at its back and Shiwanmang Mountain to the south. Zicang Mountain is lined with strange peaks and stretches for thousands of miles.
On the Sword-washing Peak, a sword-washing pool was flashing with fiery red flames. The water in the pool was extremely hot, and the bubbles were boiling.
"Hua Hua Hua"
But at this moment, the water in the pool rose, and a figure suddenly floated up.
"Papa"
Standing on the stone slab beside the pool with red feet, water drops fell, and streams of hot air steamed up.
"not dead"
Ling Tian opened his eyes, and his first reaction was that he was not dead!
He remembered very clearly that he forged 50,000 swords in ten years according to the sword forging method recorded in ancient records. When the last sword was completed, a flash of sword light flew by.
He lost all consciousness.
"Ah, it hurts!"
Ling Tian suddenly covered his head and squatted beside the sword washing pool. The sky was spinning. A stream of information rushed into his mind, and pictures flashed like slides.
I don't know how much time passed, but when Ling Yun opened his eyes again, his expression was filled with unwillingness and anger.
Ling Yun, you are such a waste!
This body is also called Lingyun, and he entered the Ziyun Sect four years ago and became a sword slave.
After two years of sword cleansing and two years of sword practice, until you reach the third level of pure body, you can get rid of your slave status and become an outer disciple.
However, Ling Yun has low qualifications and a weak nature. He does not fight or grab. All the disciples in this sword washing pool bullied him. One person was even forced to do the sword washing task of three people.
Two years ago, he was replaced by someone to be promoted to Sword Xiu Peak. I stayed here for four years to wash swords, and I washed 50,000 swords!
Not only that, just yesterday, Wang Lin, a disciple of Xijian Peak, broke an outer disciple's sword and blamed him. Wang Lin, together with other sword slaves, threw Ling Tian into the hot water.
In the sword washing pool!
Anger at the unfairness and hatred for the inability to fight!
In this world, strength is respected, and those who are weak are at the mercy of others!
"call!"
Ling Yun took a deep breath of hot air, and his eyes gradually became sharp.
"It doesn't matter, since you live your life again, you are me! Let me, let the name Lingyun be famous all over the world and be proud of the world!"
Next to the sword washing pool, there is a simple hut.
In order to save time on sword cleaning, Ling Tian endured the scorching heat and stayed here day and night, just to squeeze out some time for practice.
On the dilapidated bedside, Ling Tian sat cross-legged and took out a shabby envelope from under the mattress. This was a letter from home a year ago. Ling Yun felt nostalgic for his mother and his young sister.
Opening the envelope, Ling Yun's nose felt sour when she saw the girl's pattern outlined with clumsy brushstrokes, and her heart softened.
The few lines in the letter are full of words of concern.
"Brother, your salary is not much, so you can keep it to yourself and practice. When you become stronger, Niuniu will be waiting for you to come back and pick us up!"
Tears fell on the paper along his cheeks, Ling Yun felt heartbreaking pain.
Four years, it’s not like he hasn’t hated it!
But for the sake of money, to make his mother and mèi live a better life, and to prevent them from being bullied, he endured all these grievances!
After placing the envelope close to his body, Ling Tian was about to get up.
But I heard several voices outside the sword washing pool.
"Brother Wang, the temperature of this sword washing pool is extremely high, that kid won't die!"
"Huh, so what if he dies. I won't hide it from you. I intercepted the salary he sent home a year ago. Even if it hadn't been for this, he would have died!"
"What?! Brother Wang, how could you?"
"What are you afraid of? My cousin Wang Tao is the deacon of the two peaks. He, Ling Tian, was a sword slave. His death is like the death of a dog. He was a bitch who has been cleaning our swords for two years!"
In the dilapidated house, when Ling Yun heard these words, the anger in his chest exploded, and fierce energy flew through his dantian!
My salary was cut off a year ago!
So how did mother and mèi survive in the past year?!
They must not eat well, they must not wear warm clothes, and they must be bullied by others!
They will definitely worry about me day and night, thinking something has happened to me!
They must be in tears, wondering where this trash like me is!
Wang Lin, Wang Tao, you are so cruel!
You are all going to die!
With an angry shout, Ling Yun's feet shook and shot out like a cannonball.
Beside the sword washing pool, Wang Lin and two sword slaves were looking at each other. When they heard the sound, they all turned around. When they saw Ling Tian rushing out of the broken house, they were all shocked.
"How is that possible! I clearly pushed him down yesterday!"
"It can't be a ghost, this guy looks so scary!"
Wang Lin was fifteen years old, a tall man, and he was frightened and angry at this time.
"Ling Tian, what are you going to do?!"
Ling Tian's feet felt like wind. At this moment, he felt hot blood all over his body and strength surged. He said coldly: "What are you doing? Of course I want to kill you!"
"Kill me? You are looking for death!"
Wang Lin was not afraid. Ling Yun was just a waste of the first level pure body that had been refined from skin and bones. He was now a second level pure body after refining blood!
With a loud shout, Wang Lin rushed to meet him, like a tiger descending from the mountain!
Tiger Fist!
Both fists were waved out, and the hunting wind was blowing straight towards Ling Tian.
"Low-level Huang-level martial arts! Brother Wang is so awesome, he has already begun to see the secrets of this martial arts!"
"That's right, Ling Tian doesn't even have any martial arts skills, yet he wants to kill Brother Wang. He's really looking for death!"
Wang Lin has Wang Tao's help, so it is not difficult to obtain a martial arts skill. In the eyes of the two sword slaves, the gap between the first level and the second level of pure body is too big, not to mention the blessing of martial arts?!
"Tiger Fist?! Nothing more than that!"
In his previous life, Ling Tian was obsessed with swordsmanship and ancient martial arts. He was extremely proficient in Tai Chi and created a unique style of fierce Tai Chi. In his opinion, Wang Lin's Tiger Fist was just a fancy fist and an embroidered leg, extremely slow!
The two of them were facing each other. Ling Tian first waved his hand with a Tai Chi move to get rid of Wang Lin's fist, and then used his strength to step behind him!
"roll!"
Ling Tian directly pushed his hand and used his strength to send Wang Lin out. Then he suddenly closed his hand and turned his palm into a fist, which landed on Wang Lin's back with a bang!
Click!
The sound of broken back bones was heard.
Wang Lin flew directly back to the sword washing pool, screaming like a slaughtered pig.
shock!
The two sword slaves opened their mouths and looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief!
"Strength can break bones, the second level of pure body!"
"Ling Tian has reached the second level of pure body! Brother Wang is no match for him!"
In their opinion, Ling Tian's boxing skills were simply amazing!
Ignoring the discussion at all, Ling Tian rushed to Wang Lin and stretched out his hand to strangle his neck: "Tell me, who ordered you to intercept my stipend?"
Wang Lin is just a little sword slave, and even he doesn't have the guts!
"It's my cousin Wang Tao. He said that he was short of money to break through to the third level of the pure body, so he asked me to intercept your stipend!" Wang Lin's face turned red when he was pinched, and he spoke with difficulty.
"What!?"
Ling Tian's expression suddenly turned ferocious.
For his own sake, Wang Tao actually used this method to take away the life-saving money from his mother and mèi!
Damn it!
"Where is Wang Tao now?!"
"At Zongshi Peak, he has just entered the third level of the pure body and is about to enter the outer gate!"
"Crack!"
There was another bone crunch, and Ling Tian's hand force directly broke Wang Lin's neck. If anything happens to mother and mèi, these people will die forever!
"Whoosh!"
Kicking Wang Lin's body into the sword-washing pool was a deserved punishment!
"You know what to say, in a month the outer door will ask me for the antidote!"
Ling Tian stuffed two mud beads into the mouths of the two sword slaves.
Now, these two sword slaves cannot be killed, otherwise he will be in trouble.
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"Thank you for your life, thank you for your life! It was Wang Lin who accidentally slipped and fell in!" The two sword slaves kowtowed.
Ling Tian stood up and took out a sword with green fluorescence from the sword trough beside the sword washing pool. He carefully wiped the sword and put it into its sheath. Then he looked in the direction of Zongshi Peak, with murderous intent surging in his eyes!