Chapter 98: Looking for the Sword at the Sword Mound
Practicing martial arts and cultivating Taoism are different paths. Naturally, certain things cannot be treated in the same way. Qin Yifan hopes that Lin Fan understands this, so he reminds him. If Lin Fan is still stubborn, Qin Yifan will not have any ideas.
It's just that Lin Fan lost an opportunity.
However, Master Jinguang seemed to have heard Qin Yifan's words. He opened his eyes and looked at Qin Yifan from a distance, thoughtfully. I wonder if it was Lin Qiulu's illusion next to him. It seemed that Master Jinguang was facing Qin Yifan before closing his eyes.
Nodding slightly.
The second disciple, I don't know if it was due to good luck or the influence of Qin Yifan's words. After going up the mountain, he did not immediately look for a sword, but started practicing. After a while, he spotted a sword and reached out to grab it.
.The sword actually stopped in the disciple's hand without any struggle in his hand.
Not far away, under the Shushan sect, someone looked at someone and kept nodding. It was obvious that this Xunjian sect member was that person’s disciple. From what they said, this disciple was very smart. When he was sitting on the ground doing his exercises, he was actually using
He uses his own aura to inspect those flying swords. He will only take action if he doesn't reject them.
This method is very smart, but it requires a certain amount of cultivation, at least to the point where the spiritual consciousness can be released. That disciple has the highest cultivation level among all the new disciples. The release of spiritual consciousness can only be limited to a limited area.
range, but with good luck, I found a suitable one. After more than ten years of foundation practice, I can actually release my spiritual consciousness. No matter which sect I am in, I am the best.
"It's really like a sword, very good." Master Jinguang called out the name of this sword as he had just done, and closed his eyes again.
The sword energy in the Sword Mountain provides endless spiritual support to all flying swords. Even if there is no master's flying sword, in this situation, it will spontaneously attack those whose attributes are different from its own. Yes.
Therefore, if you choose a flying sword that is not suitable for you, you will also be attacked.
As early as when the first disciple went up the mountain, Qin Yifan was a little surprised. He only understood this after Lin Qiulu and Xu Feifei's explanation. However, Qin Yifan was full of expectations for what might happen next.
Disciple after disciple went up to Sword Mountain and began to look for their own flying swords. Of course, these flying swords could only be used as sword embryos for their future practice. If they wanted to improve their level, they could only continue to refine them in the future.
Shushan is a sword sect, a pure weapon cultivator, and it is also a pure sword cultivator. Up and down, no other magic weapon is used. Every disciple who finds a flying sword that suits his purpose has a happy face, and those who have not yet had their turn
Those who go up the mountain have a look of anticipation on their faces.
Finding a good sword embryo means that you can have a higher starting point than others in the future, and it also means faster practice speed. Although practice does not necessarily focus on speed, at least among the same sect, it cannot
Lost ground.
Each disciple's method is different, but basically, there are tens of thousands of flying swords on the Shushan Sword Mountain, and even if there is no one that is completely unsuitable for someone, as long as you pay attention, you can always find it, it is nothing more than the length of time. Sometimes,
The selection of a flying sword also tests the patience and courage of the sword seeker. A flying sword that really suits you is likely to be in the most dangerous place on the top of the mountain. Moreover, it is not something that can be achieved simply by having patience and courage.
of.
However, nothing exciting happened in this sword competition. Most people's sword hunting process went smoothly. What surprised Qin Yifan was that all the disciples walked to the mountainside and could hardly walk on their own.
At that time, I started to choose flying swords, and few people used their brains at the foot of the mountain. I don’t know whether the flying swords in Shushan are better as they go up, or they are scattered randomly on the mountain.
Finally it was Lin Fan's turn. He did not walk all the way to the mountainside like the others. In fact, he was a martial arts practitioner. Compared with the disciples of the Inner Mountain Sect who had not yet entered the martial arts, he was still stronger in terms of physical strength alone.
He who has an advantage can go to the top of the mountain at any time if he wants.
At the foot of the mountain, almost where he had just seen the flying sword, Lin Fan glanced around and found a flying sword that looked similar to the one he used when practicing sword practice, and reached out to grab the hilt.
I don’t know why, but Master Jin Guang, who didn’t open his eyes when the disciples were choosing swords one by one, actually opened his eyes and looked at Lin Fan who was extending his hand over there. Although others didn’t know that this disciple Lin Fan had
Nothing special, but Master Jinguang's attention is enough to attract everyone's attention.
Following a low sound, Lin Fan's hand reaching for the hilt of the sword seemed to be slapped away by some invisible force, and he took a step back. It seemed that this sword was not a suitable magic weapon for Lin Fan.
But Lin Fan didn't hesitate at all. He took a step forward and reached out to grab the hilt of the sword again. This time the counterattack was even more powerful. There was a sound like a thunderbolt, and Lin Fan's body was lifted up high as if being thrown by a strong man.
It rose and fell heavily. It seemed that the martial arts that Lin Fan had practiced since he was a child had no effect at all.
Lin Fan's body lying there moved slightly, then he got up again, sorted out the pain on his body, and then stepped towards the flying sword again.
"What is he doing? Is he crazy? That flying sword is not suitable for him!" Not only the distinguished guests watching the ceremony, but also among the Shushan disciples who were accepting disciples today, some people made such voices. In their eyes, everything is left to chance.
This is destined by God, and having to go against God is not what a monk should do. Lin Fan's actions were extremely stupid in everyone's eyes.
Naturally, Qin Yifan, who just spoke loudly, was the one who started the trouble. Everyone knew that Lin Fan was only a disciple of the outer sect. Because there were no disciples of the inner sect who were willing to serve Qin Yifan, Elder Liu specifically chose Lin Fan, a disciple of the outer sect.
But no matter what, Lin Fan is still from Shushan. Why has he already listened to Qin Yifan's nonsense before he even worshiped at the mountain gate?
Over there, Lin Fan's hand has once again grasped the hilt of the sword. This time, he grasped the hilt with both hands with all his strength, even pressing his own body. Even if it would be bounced away, he would never let go.
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The flying sword did not disappoint Lin Fan. The huge force threw his body into the air again. But this time, Lin Fan desperately held the hilt of the sword, and the flying sword was also carried away from the ground by his body, flashing with dazzling light.
of light.
Bang, Lin Fan's body fell heavily to the ground, but his hands were still holding the sword tightly. In the flash of light, it seemed that sword energy was emanating from the sword in Lin Fan's hand, and it was on Lin Fan's body.
, there were streaks of blood on his hands.
Roar, even at such a distance, everyone can hear the sound coming from Lin Fan's throat. It was the sound made by forcibly suppressing his pain and not shouting, but the painful feeling still squeezed the air out of his lungs.
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Almost instantly, there were more than a dozen blood marks on Lin Fan's body, the most on his arms and hands, but Lin Fan had no intention of letting go of the hilt of the sword. The sword was at least ready to be wielded.
, that is the feeling of being in control of one's own hands.
However, the flying sword in his palm was still resisting. Lin Fan's hand had to be firmly held in order to overcome the force that wanted to fly out. At this time, he had no other thoughts and was holding the flying sword wholeheartedly.
, I won’t let go until I die.
But the flying sword did not give in, and still resisted. The sword energy kept flying out, causing more scars on Lin Fan's body. The blood on Lin Fan's hand had flowed along the hilt and onto the blade.
Above. Every time it flows through a place, the blade at that place seems to dim temporarily, and then glows again.
When the entire sword blade was covered with Lin Fan's blood, there was no intact part of Lin Fan's body. However, Lin Fan's body still stood stubbornly, and his hands were still holding the handle tightly.
sword.
At this time, Feijian could no longer emit sword energy, and seemed to have been shocked and controlled by Lin Fan's persistence. In Lin Fan's hands, there was no longer the intention to rush out of control. At least in Lin Fan's hands
It felt like the sword had temporarily recognized his persistence and no longer resisted.
Finally a smile appeared on his face. Lin Fan released one of the hands holding the sword, held the sword in one hand, and waved it naturally without any discomfort. However, the pain that came from his body made Lin Fan almost die.
Call out.
Lin Fan persisted and walked back to the platform. Lin Fan was already a bloody man. Standing in front of Master Jinguang, he could hardly speak. He just held up the sword with both hands and waited for the master to give him his name.
Master Jin Guang waved his hands, and a bright light penetrated Lin Fan's body. Almost instantly, the wounds on Lin Fan's body stopped bleeding. Originally, Qin Yifan planned to ask Qin Xiaoling to come forward, but Master Jin Guang had such a method
, naturally you don’t need to bother yourself.
"It has been passed down for hundreds of generations in our Shu Mountain, but no one has ever used this method to find a sword." Master Jinguang looked at Lin Fan standing in front of him and couldn't help but sigh. Lin Fan stood there, motionless.
, waiting quietly for the headmaster to speak.
"This sword is called Blood Shadow. I hope you can treat him well." Looking at the sword in Lin Fan's hand, Master Jin Guang gave it a name. Coupled with the blood light on the sword, this name is very suitable.
"You are a disciple of the Outer Mountain Sect. No one should accept you as a disciple in Shushan." Master Jinguang didn't know why he said so many words. Lin Fan knew this was true, but he still couldn't help but lower his head.
It is true that no one among the disciples of the Shanmen is willing to accept him as a disciple. Letting him be a disciple of the Shanmen is just an arrangement to serve Qin Yifan.
"If you are willing, how about I accept you as my disciple?" Master Jinguang finally said what he wanted to say. As soon as he said this, the people around him burst into uproar.