Text Chapter 102 Disarm?

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"This sword is made of thousand-year-old black iron and 8,000-year-old spirit stones. Because it is ice-type and has a very unique shape, I named it the Pear Blossom Sword."

Lin Muyu smiled: "I also recast Zhao Jin's pear blossom gun, the shape is very similar to this sword, so one sword and one spear should be matched."

Chu Yao blushed and said happily, "Ah Yu, is this pear blossom sword really matched with pear blossom gun?"

"Of course, what do you think, if I hadn't got the Liaoyuan Sword, I wouldn't be willing to give you this Pear Blossom Sword!" He half-jokingly said.

Chu Yao caressed the sword body fondly, and said, "Ah Yu, what level does this pear blossom sword belong to?"

"Fourth grade Xuan."

"ah?"

Chu Yao was taken aback: "Fourth rank Xuan? I heard... Xuan's weapons are very expensive, at least 10,000 gold coins?"

Then, she handed back the Lihua sword, "Such a precious sword...should I sell it? It's a waste to use it for me, I can use the spiritual weapon..."

Lin Muyu couldn't help laughing secretly, and said: "Sister Chu Yao, what is so precious about a fourth-order Xuan pear blossom sword? As long as I want, I can forge countless pear blossom swords... You can keep it, this sword is specially for you It was designed, how could you not want it?"

"Oh well……"

Chu Yao gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, feeling her heart pounding wildly, and said, "Ah Yu, I'm about to comprehend the heart of the sword!"

"real?"

"Um."

Chu Yao nodded earnestly, then closed her eyes, suddenly sword-like zhenqi flowed from her body, this is indeed the primary form of sword heart exposed, Lin Muyu couldn't help laughing: "Sister Chu Yao is really talented , after you truly comprehend Jianxin, you can match the beast soul in the Lihua Sword, and after you complete this step, I will teach you the four elements of Yujian!"

"OK, all right!"

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After not staying for long, Lin Muyu left the Spirit Medicine Department. At this moment, his body suddenly felt a strong sense of weakness. Finally, after forging many weapons overnight, the consequences of overdrawing his physical strength and fighting spirit happened. Drowsily fell asleep on the bed.

I don't know how long it has been since I was groggy, and I wake up leisurely.

"Hawk..."

As far as he opened his eyes, there was a gray mouse in the corner looking up at Lin Muyu, it was not very scary.

Lin Muyu, who just woke up, was in the heyday of his spiritual sense. The cultivation of the spirit pulse technique made his spiritual power surging. At that moment, it seemed that his spiritual sense was about to condense into a focus. They gathered together with their spiritual senses, and attacked the mouse in the corner with their spiritual senses like a sharp knife.

"Hah..."

The mouse stopped abruptly in the middle of its screaming, its pupils enlarged rapidly, and it actually stopped there motionless.

"Um?"

Lin Muyu was a little surprised, turned over and got out of bed, walked to the mouse, looked down at it, and found that the mouse seemed to be flying for nine days, and it was motionless. After nearly 10 seconds, it finally " "Hawk," he turned around and went into the mouse hole behind him.

"what happened?"

Lin Muyu groaned, recalling everything that happened just now in his mind, the spirit pulse technique actually gathers his spiritual senses together to attack others, is this the way to attack with spiritual power?

When I think of this, I can't help getting excited. After a quick wash, I came to the temple, and I must find someone to practice it!

"Master Lin Zhi!"

Zhang Wei walked over with a saber in hand, and said with a smile, "You got up so early!"

"Yes, Master Zhang Wei." Lin Muyu's heart moved, and he said with a smile: "Master Zhang Wei, I would like to ask you for a favor."

"Um?"

"Stand here and don't move."

"Okay." Zhang Wei stood in front of him a little funny: "I don't know what the hell you're going to do..."

Lin Muyu was speechless, with a serious expression on his face. Suddenly, the spirit pulse technique was activated, and the spiritual sense gathered at one point and hit Zhang Wei's brain. At this moment, Zhang Wei suddenly seemed to be petrified, but this process was short-lived. , Not even half a second, he froze for a moment, said: "What happened?"

"What did you feel just now?" Lin Muyu asked.

Zhang Wei was stunned, scratched his head and said, "I just felt my mind go blank, but I don't know what happened. Master Lin Zhi, what did you do to me just now?"

"No, it's nothing..." Lin Muyu laughed, but she was thinking in her heart that the spiritual impact of this spirit pulse technique would also do a lot of damage to people with stronger spirits. Zhang Wei's spirit strength is obviously much stronger than that of mice, so It can only mentally shock him for less than half a second. It seems that there is still a lot to do before this spirit pulse technique can be used in actual combat.

...

In the early morning, Ge Yang took the scroll and started announcing the pairings in the morning, but Lin Muyu and Zhang Wei's names were not called after the reading, and Zhang Wei couldn't help asking: "Deacon Ge Yang, are you calling me and Master Lin Zhi?" Forget it?"

Ge Yang smiled and said: "No, although I am old, I will not forget you two, Lin Zhi and Zhang Wei, you two are going out to perform a mission this morning."

"oh?"

Lin Muyu was taken aback. After entering the temple, it seemed that there were few tasks except for daily training. This was the first time, so he asked, "What task, Grandpa Geyang?"

Ge Yang stroked his beard and said with a smile: "It's simple, the two of you take fifty temple guards to the military supply warehouse to receive the temple's weapons, food, and military pay for the next month."

"yes!"

After leaving the trial hall, there was already a group of guards waiting outside. The so-called temple guards are soldiers who perform military guard duties in the temple. These soldiers do not directly belong to the establishment of the temple, but live in the temple all year round. There are only more than 200 temple guards in the temple, which can be regarded as having a certain force.

"My lord, the carriage is ready, this is the approval of the chief deacon!"

A guard stepped forward and passed Lei Hong's instructions to Lin Muyu. It seemed that he had agreed that Lin Muyu was the leader of the team, not Zhang Wei, but Zhang Wei was not angry. He knew that he was reckless, and it was still Lin Muyu. more suitable for this task.

"Let's go, take."

"yes!"

Turning on their horses, a group of people walked out of the temple in a mighty manner. Lin Muyu and Zhang Wei were both wearing temple battle robes, with a heroic spirit, and a group of people walking on Tongtian Street was very eye-catching.

The military supplies depot is in the north of the imperial city. When the people from the temple arrived, they found that there was a huge crowd of people. Besides the temple, there were also many troops waiting here to distribute supplies and supplies. There were more than a dozen warehouses of the quartermaster. There was the sound of people shouting and neighing, and rows of heavy cavalry flew by, forming a mess.

Lin Muyu frowned, "What should we do now?"

"Your subordinate will go and submit it to the public." A temple guard said.

"good!"

There was a temporary large camp outside the military supply depot. The temple guard rode away on horseback. Not long after entering the large camp, he left and returned, with shame and anger on his face, and the batch in his hand.

"What's wrong?" Lin Muyu asked.

The temple guard said angrily: "That bastard quartermaster deliberately made things difficult for us, let us continue to line up again, the temple's troops need to wait until the Shenwei battalion is finished."

"Why?" Zhang Wei's fiery temper came up in an instant, and he said angrily: "The Shenwei Camp is the private army of the Shenhou Mansion. It should not have received the imperial capital's military supplies, but it is still arranged in front of our temple. Isn't the Ministry of War Do you know the military order that there are no restrictions on receiving military supplies from the Temple?"

The guard whispered: "Master Zhang Wei, it must be because our temple did not benefit them that they deliberately made things difficult."

"It makes no sense!"

Zhang Wei rode his horse into the military supply camp with a knife in his hand. Lin Muyu didn't even have time to stop him, and hurriedly said, "Come on, come with me!"

"yes!"

He hurriedly led dozens of temple guards to chase after him, but when Lin Muyu came to the front of the big tent, he heard a "bang", and then saw a person flying out of the tent, spitting blood, with blood on his chest. With a trace of flames, it was clearly punched out by Zhang Wei's Raging Soul Fist.

With a sound of "crash", Zhang Wei quickly stepped out of the tent, with the power of martial soul lingering in his fist, he shouted: "You dog official, you dare to make things difficult for our temple without giving you gold coins?"

The quartermaster looked like a rat, and hurriedly shouted: "Kill, kill, the instructors of the temple are going to commit murder in the daytime!"

"How dare you howl!"

Zhang Wei was about to hit him with a punch, Lin Muyu hurriedly got off the horse and held Zhang Wei's fist with one hand, saying, "Calm down, Zhang Wei."

"This man, I'm going to teach him a lesson today." Zhang Wei couldn't control his violent temper at all, and scolded angrily: "Why do the soldiers of the Shenwei Camp need to get it before our temple? We are clearly the ones who came first. The Shenwei Camp What is it, why are you so domineering!?"

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly came from the right side: "Hey, Zhang Wei, the Venus instructor of the Temple, is really violent in his fists, and his temper is even more violent. I don't know what to say!"

Lin Muyu looked over, and when he saw a group of soldiers from the Shenwei Battalion approaching aggressively under the leadership of a general, he secretly cried out that something was wrong.

Stepping forward quickly, Lin Muyu clasped his fists and said, "My lord, Lin Zhi from the Temple will apologize to you here."

"Lin Zhi?"

The person who came was a middle-aged military officer about 30 years old. His eyes were restrained and his feet were steady as he walked. He was obviously a master. He raised his mouth and said, "You are the Lin Zhi who crippled Zhao Jin's arm? Okay. Prestige!"

Lin Muyu said coldly: "My lord, Zhang Wei didn't intend to offend. Since the Shenwei Camp needs to collect supplies first, then you can do so first!"

The man suddenly laughed sharply: "It sounds good, you beat the quartermaster, do you want to go away?"

"Then what do you want?"

Lin Muyu's eyes were cold, and he suddenly raised his hand and pulled out the Liaoyuan Sword, and said indifferently: "There are few people in the temple, but you may not be afraid of you."

...

The commander of the Shenwei Battalion was not a fuel-efficient lamp. He raised his hand and pulled out the sword at his waist, and said in a low voice: "Come on, give me the weapons of this group of temple troops!"

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