Chapter 245 Lin Yanli is good at manipulating emotions
Lin Yanli watched the girl walk down the rostrum and come to the martial arts stadium.
The white-clothed worship also asked as before: "Do you need to adjust your breath?"
Lin Yanli sat on the ground and inserted his hands into his sleeves, saying, "Let me rest for a stick of incense."
The white-clothed worshiper nodded his head, raised his right hand, signaling the midfield to pause.
At this time, the girl approached and stood with a sword about a hundred steps away from Lin Yanli.
Lin Yanli raised his eyebrows, "Sword Cultivation?"
The girl nodded slightly, rubbed her fingers on the scabbard, and slid from the hilt to the tip of the sword, as if she was stroking her lover.
"Actually, I am also a sword cultivator." Lin Yanli took out a pill from the storage bag and swallowed it into his mouth, thinking carelessly.
The girl was shocked and said in surprise: "I saw your previous tricks and felt that your methods were closer to the practice of the Five Elements."
Lin Yanli laughed and waved his right hand gently, "I am an all-round player."
The girl didn't understand very well, and stopped at the hilt of the sword three fingers and pulled out the long sword in her hand from the scabbard.
A stick of incense passed in an instant, and with the gongs ringing in the air, the discussion on the rostrum was reduced. I looked forward to what kind of victory Lin Yanli would bring in this game.
Lin Yanli climbed up from the ground, reached into the sleeve of his left hand, and pulled it with a silver short sword into his hand. "Sword cultivator Lin Yanli learned the sword technique here!"
The rostrum was boiling in an instant, and the overthrow of the cultivators seemed to see a treasure. Unexpectedly, this little girl was the most killer sword cultivator among the monks on the mountain.
"Jiang Wanli's magic is the strongest, but he didn't expect that her daughter was a sword cultivator."
"It is worthy of being the daughter of Lin Xifeng and Jiang Wanli. It is really unpredictable to embark on the sword path. It is very difficult to raise a flying sword in a warm manner. I hope that the child can persevere."
Lin Yanli held a sword in his right hand, trembling his wrist and picked up a sword flower. He looked towards the girl in the sword and said softly: "It's your turn."
The girl bounced her fingers into the sword, making a crisp sound, and the sword faced down, and hugged her hands slightly, "Sword Cultivator Zhao Meng."
Lin Yanli showed off the silver light flying sword, intending to win this game as a sword cultivator.
She let out a sigh, her fingers were facing down the sword, and murmured, "From now, you will call it "naive".
The sword body buzzed, and the flying sword came out of his hand.
Lin Yanli's right fingers were joined together, and he pulled left and right with the sword light, and finally flashed silver light in the air.
The long sword in Zhao Meng's hand was transparent and the sword body was filled with a faint red mist. Threads of red light radiated from the tip of the sword, drawing an arc in the air to face Lin Yanli's flying sword.
The two of them fought each other with one sword, and the innocent flying sword turned into a stream of light and directly hit Zhao Meng's long sword.
Dingdang!
The sound of the two swords fighting each other was crisp and pleasant. Lin Yanli took a step back and pulled the innocent flying sword into his hand. He stepped out with one foot. The silver light on the sword body flashed, and a silver-toothed sword energy flew out, in the air.
It condenses into a moon plate, which hangs in the air, as if covered with a layer of hazy gauze.
"Sword Qi Condensing the Moon! It is Chen Qiuyu's famous sword technique!" A monk who secretly admired Chen Qiuyu in his heart couldn't help but shout out.
Although Chen Qiuyu only has four realms, she can fully compete with the fifth realm sword cultivator holding the four swords of Futu. Among them, the sword energy Condensation Yue has a record of killing the fifth realm major cultivator, so people from the outside world think that the sword energy Condensation Yue is
Created by Chen Qiuyu.
In fact, this is not the case. Jiang Wanli created this sword technique. However, Jiang Wanli didn’t use many swords outside, so few people know about it.
The moon plate in the sky suddenly brightened, and every time a white light flashed, dozens of sword energy fell.
The girl Zhao Meng shuttled through the sword energy. She could hide when she could, and if she couldn't escape, she would draw her sword to resist until the moon plate in the sky was shattered.
"It's pretty good!" Lin Yanli praised.
Zhao Meng closed his eyes slightly, and he muttered the magic tricks. Nine swords came out in succession, forming nine red lotus blooming in the air.
Lin Yanli tied the flying sword in his hand around, and at the moment the sword flower appeared, the tip of the sword was facing upwards and towards the point in the air.
Dingdang!
The sword energy collided with the red lotus, splashing countless sparks.
Lin Yanli's figure was almost gone, and the sword moves in his hand became more and more fierce, and he had a close-fitting sword fight with Zhao Meng.
The two spiritual swords emitted the sound of metal and iron fighting, and the sword moves in their hands have also been changed in various ways.
The two of them intertwined in shapes and appeared in various corners of the martial arts venue, making it difficult to tell the difference.
One hundred moves are approaching, and at this moment, Lin Yanli's steps are unstable, and Zhao Meng found an opportunity to slap his arm with a palm, and slapped the innocent flying sword out.
Seeing this scene, the overthinking practitioner on the rostrum shook his head gently.
"It seems that Lin Yanli is going to lose."
"What a pity."
"The tone is still a little too big. It is already amazing to be able to beat two people one after another. Eleven people are still too big."
When everyone thought Lin Yanli was about to lose, a silver long sword appeared out of thin air in Lin Yanli's hand, drilling forward at extremely fast speed, and using the long sword to block Zhao Meng's neck.
When many monks on the rostrum saw this scene, they fell into silence.
Zhao Meng looked at the long sword in disbelief in front of her neck, a little unbelievable.
"Sword Intention!"
The petite girl in front of me is actually a sword cultivator who has tempered his sword intention!
There is a difference between a sword cultivator with sword intent and a sword cultivator without sword intent.
The white clothes were enshrined on the floating clouds, looking at the condensed sword intent in Lin Yanli's hand, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
At this age, what kind of monster is this girl?
"Who said Lin Yanli was going to lose just now?"
"What a talented little girl. If her mother was not Jiang Wanli, I really wanted to accept her as her disciple."
"As long as this girl does not die, a female sword immortal with a sword suppression in the entire world of cultivation will appear in a hundred years. This mother and daughter are really favored by the great Tao."
Li Zhuying glanced at the old man from Lingpu Sect, and saw that his face turned gloomy, the corners of his mouth curled up.
Xiao Luan sat beside him and whispered: "Master, don't be too obvious."
Li Zhuying reached out and rubbed her cheeks, returning to the calm and gentle expression of Yun Feng.
I have to say that to a certain extent, Lin Yanli knows how to manipulate other people's emotions.
"I lost!"
Zhao Meng landed the long sword in his hand, spreading his hands as if he was surrendering.
She lost without any wickedness. It is impossible for a sword cultivator who has not refined his sword intention to beat Lin Yanli.
She looked up at the edge of the rostrum, and her eyes fell on the young man in white.
The girl is not talking big, she may really be able to beat eleven.
Lin Yanli's silver light dissipated, grinned and patted Zhao Meng's back, saying, "I'm pretty optimistic about you. Do you want to come to our Qianmo Sect to have sex?"
Zhao Meng shook her head with her lips pursed, picked up the long sword from the ground, put the sword into the scabbard, and walked silently to the rostrum.
Lin Yanli clapped his hands, muttered a few words, "What a pity", raised his right hand, and smiled at the white swear offering in the sky, saying, "Next!"