Text Chapter 1 Lin Xuan

Xuantian Sect, Sword Lianfeng.

On the empty mountain ground, dozens of young men in white were practicing sword practice. The swords were wrapped in dazzling spiritual power. The sword blades cut through the air and vibrated in the air.

Not far away, a group of young men in linen clothes looked at them dreamily, their eyes full of envy.

"It would be great if I could become one of them. Then I could also learn and practice swordsmanship. It makes me excited just thinking about it!" said a boy in Mai.

"Dream! They are disciples of Xuantian Sect, and we are sword slaves. How can we practice swordsmanship like them!"

"If you want to become a disciple of Xuantian Sect, it's easy, just learn from Lin Xuan!" A strange voice sounded.

All the boys in sackcloth laughed together, but their eyes were all looking at the same place.

In the woods, there was a young man in linen clothes, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a handsome face and a somewhat thin body. He was holding a black iron long sword and stabbing it out continuously. Sweat had already wet his clothes, but he didn't even know it.

"Lin Xuan? Humph, for a waste like him, even if you give him a hundred years, he won't be able to become a disciple of the Xuantian Sect! If nothing else, he is at the bottom among us. What can he do to become a disciple of the Xuantian Sect? "

"Yes, I heard that he tried to attack the Pulse Condensation Realm a few days ago, but failed. He vomited blood and his cultivation level dropped to the third level of body refining. He has not recovered yet!" This voice was full of gloating. smell.

"He's been practicing the same swordsmanship every day for the past three months, and it's still an ordinary swordsmanship. He's probably gone crazy from practicing!"

Many people's voices were loud. When Lin Xuan heard these words, he felt a bit bitter in his heart, but his hand holding the sword was harder. He kept a straight face and continued to practice swordsmanship.

On the way to martial arts, body training is the foundation, and the pulse condensation realm is the entry point. Only by opening up the spiritual veins in the body can one have the opportunity to go further on the road to martial arts.

"Brother Wang is already at the ninth level of body refining, right? If you break through to the Pulse Condensation Realm, don't forget us!" Seeing Lin Xuan being unmoved, these boys in sackcloth cursed secretly, and then began to please the people around them. A young man.

"That's for sure. Brother Wang will be able to break through in two months, and maybe he can become a disciple of the Xuantian Sect by then!"

Wang Yang glanced at Lin Xuan disdainfully, and then said: "In less than two months, at most a month, I will be able to break through!"

"Really? Brother Wang is so powerful..." The boys in sackcloth around him began to flatter him one after another.

"Brother Wang, look at how arrogant Lin Xuan is, why don't you teach him a lesson?"

Wang Yang had long been dissatisfied with Lin Xuan in his heart. He glanced at the white-clothed disciples who were practicing swordsmanship, and estimated that there was still a long time to rest before he got up and walked towards Lin Xuan.

All the boys in sackcloth followed suit, ready to see Lin Xuan's joke.

Lin Xuan concentrated on practicing his sword. He rushed forward and stabbed straight with the long sword in his hand. The sword light flashed and left a sword mark on the tree trunk.

In fact, they didn't know that Lin Xuan had been practicing this move for three years. From that day on, he practiced this sword technique every day, no matter what the situation, he never stopped.

Whoosh! A stone flew towards the back of Lin Xuan's head, and the sound of breaking through the air was heard. The force was so cruel that it was shocking.

Lin Xuan leaned forward and narrowly avoided the blow. He stopped and looked angrily. I saw Wang Yang standing not far away with a group of boys in sackcloth, looking like they were looking for trouble.

"Hey, your body skills are pretty good. Can you dodge this?" Wang Yang said with a smile.

"What's the matter with you?" Lin Xuan shook the sword in his hand and said in a deep voice. That moment just now, if he had been slower, there would have been a bloody hole in his head. He had no enmity with these people, but they were so vicious!

"I heard that you have been practicing your sword technique for three months. It must be very powerful. Show it to us."

Lin Xuan looked at them coldly without saying anything.

"What, you don't dare? Or are you saying that you have been practicing for three months and there is no effect at all?" Wang Yang smiled arrogantly.

"Brother Wang, show him your skills and let him know how powerful you are!"

"Boy, let me tell you what swordsmanship is!" Wang Yang took one step forward, and a sharp aura surged from his body, like a dull volcano that could erupt at any time.

"As expected of the ninth level of body refining, just his breath makes me uncomfortable!" Many young men in linen clothes said in shock.

Wang Yang sneered, he pulled out his stainless steel sword, made a sword dance, and then stabbed Lin Xuan with the sword.

The young men in sackcloth widened their eyes, trying to see Lin Xuan's helpless fall to the ground. They had long been fed up with this incompatible guy. We are all sword slaves, why are you pretending to be a master!

Lin Xuan sighed and held the black sword with his pale hands. The next moment, his eyes became extremely sharp.

Draw the sword, rise up, thrust the sword, sheath the sword.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. When everyone came back to their senses, they found that Lin Xuan had put away the black iron sword and stood coldly.

"Impossible, this is impossible!" Wang Yang turned around in horror. A strand of his hair was cut off, and there was a blood mark on his neck, with traces of blood pouring out.

hiss!

Everyone gasped. They never expected that Wang Yang, who was at the ninth level of body refining, would be defeated by Lin Xuan, who was at the third level of body refining, and he won with one move.

"Who is this Lin Xuan, and what kind of swordsmanship does he practice?" This is everyone's question.

"What's going on? What are you all doing here? You want to rebel!" A sharp voice sounded.

"It's broken, the disciples of Xuantian Sect are going to rest." The young men in sackcloth trembled, and with smiles on their faces, they greeted the disciples in white.

"Master, are you thirsty? This is Nine Nights Ling Tea. I brewed it all night long!"

"Master, please take one of the secret pills to quickly restore your physical strength."

All the boys in sackcloth were groveling to take care of the disciples in white, even Wang Yang was no exception. He put away his frightened expression and ran quickly towards a disciple in white.

"Master, your elixir." Wang Yang said respectfully.

The young man took the elixir, swallowed it in his mouth, glanced at Wang Yang's neck, and frowned immediately.

"What's going on? How did you get the injury on your neck?" Chen Feng, a young man in white, asked.

"Master, master..." Wang Yang's body was trembling a little. If the master knew that he had lost to a third-level body refining person, he would probably end badly.

At this time, other disciples in white also gathered around. Some sword slaves told what happened, and everyone looked at Lin Xuan.

"How dare a sword slave be so bold? Believe it or not, I will kill you!"

"It seems that you are becoming more and more unruly!"

"Master, he is Miss Tang Yu's sword slave." Someone reminded.

"Oh, Tang Yu changed to a sword slave? Why didn't I know?"

"What, do you have any objections?" A clear voice came from outside the crowd, and then, a girl wearing a pale white tights walked in.

This girl has exquisite features, fair skin, proud figure, and slender legs.

Many people secretly swallowed their saliva, even those disciples in white had dry lips and gleaming eyes.

"Lin Xuan, let's go." Tang Yu ignored these people, threw the sword in his hand to Lin Xuan, and then left side by side with him.

"Are we going to let them go like this?" Some disciples were dissatisfied.

"Don't worry, I can't move Tang Yu, but a little sword slave can kill him in minutes. Aren't we going to the mountains tomorrow to prepare for that? Take this kid with you and let him have a good experience!"

"If you dare to mess with me, Chen Feng, you will be dead!" The disciple in white looked at Lin Xuan's back and showed a cruel smile.

Lin Xuan followed the long-legged beauty and attracted many people's eyes. Of course, most of these eyes were directed at Tang Yu.

Tang Yu didn't care about these looks at all. She looked at Lin Xuan with a smile and said, "I saved you, how are you going to repay me?"

"Well, thank you very much." Lin Xuan said seriously.

"you"

The girl bit her silver teeth lightly, her little face was bulging with anger, and she stared at Lin Xuan with an unkind expression, but she seemed to have thought of something, she blinked her eyes and said softly: "Lin Xuan, there is something wrong with my sword, please help. Let me see."

The girl handed over a long sword. The dark green scabbard was made of fine monster skin, with several gems facing it, shining brightly in the sun.

Lin Xuan didn't care about this at all. He grabbed the long sword, pulled out the sword body, and looked at it carefully.

The aqua blue sword body is like the sky, but there is a small black spot at the tip of the sword, which makes the luster of the entire sword dim a lot.

"Hey, you don't care about your sword at all." Lin Xuan muttered, cutting his finger with the edge of the sword and letting the blood flow out. He touched his finger lightly with the blood, and soon the black spots disappeared. , Lin Xuan let blood flow through the entire blade of the sword again, and then stopped what he was doing.

"Okay." He handed the sword to the girl.

The girl happily took the sword and waved it in the air a few times, making a whirring sound. The blood had already penetrated into the sword body, and the entire sword was like a sapphire.

"Stand!" The girl shouted coldly when she saw Lin Xuan turned around and left.

"Tang Yu, the sword has been repaired for you, what else do you have to do?" Lin Xuan sighed and said helplessly.

"I want to practice my sword, you fight with me." Tang Yu angrily drew out his sword.

"Sister, you are a spirit warrior of the fourth level of pulse condensation. You want me, a spiritual disciple of the third level of body refining, to fight with you. You must be deliberately trying to kill someone!" Lin Xuan immediately refused.

Disciples who have reached the Pulse Condensation Realm are called Spiritual Scholars, while those who have reached the Body Refining Realm are called Spiritual Disciples.

"Don't worry, I won't use my spiritual power." Tang Yu raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, turned his wrist, and suddenly thrust the blue sword towards him.

"This girl is serious!" Lin Xuan was shocked and quickly raised his sword to block it. With a clang, the two swords intersected. Lin Xuan felt a strong force coming from him, knocking him back three steps.

"I didn't use my spiritual power!" Tang Yu said with a smile, and the sword in his hand changed again, hitting Lin Xuan like a breeze.

"Hehe, this is my newly learned Qingfeng Sword Technique. How about you try it?"

The long sword in Tang Yu's hand swayed with strong winds, causing Lin Xuan's clothes to flutter. "Damn, it's like this again, every time you learn a new sword skill, practice it with me!"

It has been three months since Lin Xuan came to this Xuantian Sect as a sword slave. During these three months, he did not know how many times he was tortured by this little devil. Every time he practiced swordplay with her, he would definitely be stained.

Thinking of this, he heard a stabbing sound and a long gash was cut out of his clothes. Lin Xuan was angry and started to fight back frequently with the long sword in his hand.

Although he has never been able to tap into his spiritual veins and cannot really practice, Lin Xuan is very talented in sword moves, and those ordinary sword skills become magical in his hands, as if he was born with this ability. This is also the reason why Tang Yu often comes to him to practice swordsmanship.

Seeing that Tang Yu was not using his spiritual power, Lin Xuan swung his long sword, drawing a half arc in the air, deflecting Tang Yu's attack to the side, and then slashed directly down to Tang Yu's wrist.

Tang Yu was frightened, and Qingfeng sword danced, trying to neutralize the attack, but Lin Xuan's sword was like a poisonous snake, pressing forward step by step, blocking her moves with precision and cunning every time.

"Hmph!" Tang Yu was angry in his heart and used his spiritual power unconsciously. A ball of light emitted from the blue long sword and knocked Lin Xuan away.

Plop!

Lin Xuan flew two meters backwards and fell to the ground. Qi and blood surged in his chest. In front of the spiritual power, he was like a small boat in the angry sea, which could be overturned at any time.

"If I could open up my spiritual veins, I wouldn't be in this situation!" Lin Xuan's expression darkened as he thought of this.

"God, you gave me such a good qualification, but you made it impossible for me to connect to my spiritual veins. You can kill me!"

Seeing Lin Xuan pretending to be dead on the ground, Tang Yu walked over and kicked him: "Okay, don't pretend to be dead, I don't have the strength."

Lin Xuan was in pain and sat up with a sigh: "Give me a magic pill to heal your injury, otherwise no one will practice sword practice with you in the future."

Tang Yu rolled her eyes at him, reluctantly took out a vermilion pill and threw it over. Other people's sword slaves were groveling and obeyed their master in everything, but this Lin Xuan was nicer. He ignored her and was more arrogant than her.

However, Lin Xuan always had unique insights into swordsmanship, and his sword was better than other sword slaves, so Tang Yu just bullied him and didn't dare to really break him. Since practicing swordsmanship with Lin Xuan, her swordsmanship has improved a lot in the past three months.

"You are also considered a swordsman genius, but it is a pity that you cannot cultivate spiritual power, so just follow me honestly, I will not let you suffer!" Tang Yu said a few words of comfort and left.

Lin Xuan took out a small white porcelain vial, put the vermilion elixir into the vial, and then carefully put it away. This is a healing elixir, and the effect is amazing. He keeps the elixir every time and saves it for use when needed.

After putting away the elixir, Lin Xuan walked towards his cabin. He wanted to reach the ninth level of body refining as soon as possible and try to attack the spiritual veins again.