From the analysis of the previous fights, this Wang Shouyi has at least the strength of the virtual realm perfection level. Coupled with the opponent's powerful sword intention, he can already compete with the weak real realm. Otherwise, it would be impossible to knock away his Qingyue Sword with one sword.
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But such a strong swordsman was actually stabbed to the core by his wooden sword, which was really unexpected.
"Concession!"
Chen Lin drew his sword and retreated, making a fist-cup salute.
For a powerful monk, piercing the chest and abdomen is not a serious injury. Not to mention losing his life, even if he loses his life, his actions will not be affected.
He didn't want to be beaten by a group, so he didn't pursue the victory.
It is safer to act according to the rules.
But what Chen Lin didn't expect was that as soon as he pulled out the wooden sword, Wang Shouyi staggered and fell limply to the ground.
Die from anger!
This made his complexion change slightly.
Immediately stay alert to prevent the other four from breaking out.
However, the expected situation did not occur.
One of the four men, a man with thick eyebrows, stepped forward, touched the center of Wang Shouyi's eyebrows with his palm, and then picked up Wang Shouyi.
He looked at Chen Lin and saluted.
Then he left silently with the other three people.
Chen Lin stood quietly, waiting for the figures of several people to disappear completely before sheathing the wooden sword.
He frowned and thought.
It seems that if you want to leave the sea, you must complete this level, and you must use sword cultivation, otherwise you will be besieged.
He should have successfully cleared the barrier now and can move around freely.
As for whether there are other levels in the future, it requires a little exploration. First, we need to find a gathering place of intelligent beings and find out detailed information.
"North Sword Continent?"
Chen Lin muttered.
He unfolded his soul wings and circled around to make sure there was nothing abnormal, then he took off into the air.
One day later.
It only took one day for Chen Lin to find the gathering place.
It is a large city.
Luo Xian City!
Arriving at the entrance of the city gate, three large characters above came into view.
Dragons and phoenixes danced, and every stroke carried the majestic sword intention, as if thousands of horses and troops were rushing towards him, trying to trample him into a pulp.
Chen Lin took a breath.
I don’t know who wrote these three words. The handwriting alone is daunting. One can imagine the extent of the writer’s strength. It is definitely not something he can handle.
Think briefly.
Chen Lin did not choose to go directly to the city, but waited outside.
He should first understand the situation before entering, lest there are any weird regulations in the city that would get him into trouble.
In addition, we also need to find out the identities of those white-robed swordsmen.
After a while, two young men in white clothes came out of the city gate side by side, talking and laughing.
Chen Lin stepped forward immediately.
Zuo bowed and said: "Two Taoist friends have invited me. I'm Chen Lin. I'm here for the first time. I want to know a few things. I wonder if I can spare you some time?"
The two young men stopped.
One of the long-faced men looked at Chen Lin.
He returned the gift respectfully.
Then he said: "Okay, but you have to defeat me first!"
Chen Lin frowned.
Even if you ask a question, there will be a fight. The people here are too combative.
It may also be due to rules restrictions.
For the sake of experiment, he did not agree.
He waved his hands and said, "Forget it, you two, I'll ask someone else."
The long-faced young man raised his eyebrows upon hearing this.
He stretched out his hand, took out the sword from his waist, and made a strange courtesy to Chen Lin.
He said loudly: "My lord, Yao Liuguang, since your Excellency stopped me, you must think highly of the way of swordsmanship, so please accept my challenge!"
Chen Lin:......
It is indeed a creature from the nightmare world.
He may appear to be talented, but in reality he is lacking in talent.
While complaining, Chen Lin shook his head.
"Forget the challenge, I don't have time, let's talk about it next time."
"You refuse the challenge?"
The long-faced young man pointed his sword, and bursts of sword sounds suddenly appeared on the blade.
Chen Lin glanced sideways at the other party.
"What will you do if I don't accept the challenge?"
The aura of these two people was far inferior to that of Wang Shouyi before, so Chen Lin didn't care. The reason why he didn't accept the challenge was because he didn't want to make too much noise and attract the strong men in the city.
But it doesn't mean that he is afraid of the other party.
"Hmph, coward!"
The long-faced young man stared at Chen Lin for a while, and finally put away his sword angrily, said something contemptuous, and walked away with his companions.
Chen Lin ignored it.
Continue waiting outside the city gate.
This time he didn't find anyone wearing white clothes. He felt that the person wearing white clothes and holding a sword should be an official figure in this scene, or have some special identity, which is not easy to communicate with.
It didn't take long.
A dirty old man walked out of the city gate shakily.
Hobbling, using a cane.
He was holding a broken bowl in his hand, looking like a beggar.
"I'm inviting you!"
Chen Lin came forward to say hello.
But the old man didn't pay attention to him.
He didn't know what he was mumbling, so he walked around him.
Seeing this, Chen Lin didn't say anything anymore, but directly took out a sword coin and placed it in the opponent's broken bowl, making a crisp sound.
The old man stopped.
His eyes lit up instantly, and he looked at Chen Lin with excitement.
"Is this for me?"
Chen Lin nodded.
Then he took out another sword coin, shook it and said, "As long as you can answer a few questions for me, I'll give you this too."
"Okay, okay, okay."
The old man picked up the sword coins in the bowl, held them tightly in his hands, and nodded repeatedly to Chen Lin.
Looking at the other party's reaction, Chen Lin knew that the purchasing power of the sword coins was not low.
Think about it too.
This is something equivalent to the Golden Nightmare Coin. How can it be so cheap? You must know that even in a fairy tale town-level scene, the Golden Nightmare Coin is extremely precious.
The original cat-headed monster Shirina was trapped in Fairy Tale Town for many years just for a gold nightmare coin and almost died.
"If you have anything you want to ask, sir, I will definitely tell you."
The old man's eyes followed the sword coin in Chen Lin's hand, looking extremely eager.
Chen Lin looked at the other party.
This man has unkempt hair and a disheveled appearance, but his speech is refined. He is probably not a beggar.
But that has nothing to do with him.
He invited the old man to find a clean place under a tree not far away. After the two sat on the ground, he slowly asked.
"Who is the lord of this city, and how famous and powerful is it?"
Chen Lin first found a topic.
A trace of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes.
It immediately became turbid again.
He replied slowly: "Luo Xian City, the city owner is naturally Luo Xian. You are not from the North Sword Continent, otherwise it is impossible that even Grandmaster Luo doesn't know about it. He is an old sword sect, very powerful!"
Sword Sect?
Chen Lin's heart moved.
According to Yuan Qing, if he wants to transfer here to enter the other world, he must not only complete the mission of leaving, but also become a sword sect, so he is very sensitive to the title of sword sect.
He pondered for a moment.
Chen Lin asked again: "To be honest with you, I come from an inaccessible place. I have just entered Beijian Continent not long ago. I don't know much about the situation here. Can you tell me that there are many places on this road?"
Who are the powerful people?"
"Haha, then you really asked the right person."
The old man put down the bowl and stroked his beard with a hint of reminiscence.
"Back then, I was also a dashing young talent. I became a white-robed swordsman at an early age and traveled around the world to gain a lot of fame. Unfortunately, God is jealous of talented people..."
"My father-in-law is also a person with stories!"
When Chen Lin saw that the other party was going to have a long speech, he immediately interrupted him. He was in a hurry to complete the task and had no time to listen to the other party's memories of the past.
The old man was a little unhappy.
But for the sake of money, he didn't say anything and brought the topic back on track.
"When it comes to Beijian Continent, there are quite a few strong people."
After thinking for a while, the old man continued: "There are 360 sword masters in this world, and there are 36 in the Northern Sword Continent. They also have the largest number of promoted sword masters, surpassing all other continents."
Chen Lin touched his chin.
There are actually only 360 sword sects, which is not a large number.
The smaller the number, the stronger the sword sect is. Compared with the outside world, it is probably comparable to the real realm.
As for the sword master above, is he at the eternal level?
Thinking of this, Chen Lin couldn't help but take a deep breath. If his guess was correct, then the level of this scene would be too high.
"My husband is really knowledgeable and knowledgeable."
Chen Lin gave a thumbs up.
Then he asked: "I don't know how many sword masters there are today. Do we have any in the Northern Sword Continent?"
"Why is the sword master here? He naturally wants to go to the sword lake to protect the sword girl."
The old man answered bluntly.
Suddenly something occurred to him and he looked at the sword at Chen Lin's waist.
He said suspiciously: "You have a sword on your waist, so you must be a swordsman. How come you don't even know this information?"
Chen Lin grabbed the hilt and pulled out the wooden sword.
He looked slightly embarrassed.
"I came from a small place. I just like to practice swordsmanship. I don't even have a suitable sword, which makes my father-in-law laugh."
The old man looked astonished.
He was not sarcastic, but looked serious.
He said in a condensed voice: "It's a good thing to have a heart for the sword. As long as you have a dream, you will succeed sooner or later. Maybe one day you can also become a sword master!"
"Borrow me my father-in-law's good advice."
Chen Lin looked excited.
He immediately brought the topic back and said sincerely: "Can I tell you in detail about the levels of sword cultivators and their distribution in various continents, so that I can be more motivated to make progress?"
"Hahaha."
"That's what it should be."
The old man looked proud of supporting the younger generation.
Then let’s talk about it.
"The world here is opened by the Sword Girl, so the Sword Girl is the master, and everything in the world must obey the Sword Girl's orders."
"The Sword Girl lives in the Sword Lake in the central continent and is guarded by thirty-six sword masters. Under the sword masters, there are 360 sword sects scattered all over the world, each guarding their own side."
"Below the Sword Sect are swordsmen."
"Swordsmen are divided into three levels: single flower, double flower, and triple flower. This can be distinguished from their sword robes. There is no fixed number of swordsmen, and I don't know how many there are specifically."
Chen Lin waited for the other party to take a breath and immediately interrupted.
Full of confusion, he asked: "So, the number of sword masters and sword sects is fixed?"
He was really confused.
It is very strange that the level realm can be fixed. There must be some rules and restrictions, which must be clarified.