After being blind for seven years, all the monsters in the mountain have become demon gods!

In the early morning of the next day, Lin Tiancheng went directly to the hidden sword pavilion of Jiazi Gate, and picked out the weapon at hand.

As soon as he entered the door, the Qilin clan's innate sense of treasures led him to discover many good things.

And among them, the object that makes him most satisfied is not far away.

Going closer, it was an indigo sword, the scabbard and sword were side by side on the shelf.

The scabbard is an ordinary ebony sheath, with a circle of peony-patterned silver ornaments around the mouth of the sheath.

The sword is about three feet two long, two fingers wide, and the body of the sword is indigo blue. Upon closer inspection, there are a large number of dark red textures on the body of the sword, which are as thin as hair, like some kind of metal thread embedded in the body of the sword.

"Is it made of Qingyun iron and molten jade? It's not bad, it's just you."

Lin Tiancheng nodded, and reached out to grab it.

Newly promoted disciples of the Jiazi Sect have the right to choose a weapon at the Cangjian Pavilion, so he doesn't have to worry about being troubled by someone.

But he didn't expect that when he grasped the hilt of the sword, there would be a sharp pain!
"Hiss! Why is it so hot?!"

Lin Tiancheng withdrew his hand quickly, only to see that his palm had been scalded, his skin was flushed, and he could even smell a little burnt!
"Could it be that the fairy sword needs spiritual guidance?"

Lin Tian deliberately had doubts.

After pondering for a moment, Lin Tiancheng simply invoked the exercises, summoned the spiritual energy to protect the body, and stretched out his hand again.

"hiss!"

The same result made Lin Tiancheng annoyed for a while!
If it wasn't for the fact that he was a little more cautious this time, and directly grasped it without a slap, he might have been scalded twice in a row, and his hands would be burnt on the outside and tender on the inside!
"Baby, it seems that you really want this 'Blue Silk Blood'?"

Suddenly, a long laughter came from behind, which caused Lin Tiancheng to look back.

On the terrace on the third floor, an old man was lying on his back on the grand teacher's chair, gently shaking the cattail fan in his hand. More than half of his white hair was bald, and his shiny bald head looked a bit... bright in the sun.

Lin Tiancheng glanced at the old man, secretly startled.

Most of the human monks focus on cultivating spiritual energy. Even those martial arts monks in Pojun Mountain mainly focus on martial arts, supplemented by spiritual energy. There are very few who do not practice spiritual energy and only practice physical body.

That's the method of demon cultivators. Most human bodies can't bear that kind of torture.

But the person in front of him, with a sweep of his spiritual consciousness, found that this person's cultivation is in the realm of transforming souls, but he doesn't have a trace of aura around him, but he has reached this realm by purely cultivating the physical body!

In other words, with a human body, this person used the cultivation method of the demon cultivator, and took the most extreme path, sanctifying the flesh!

"Chu Yuheng, a new disciple of the Jiazi Sect, see senior."

Lin Tiancheng cupped his fists and bowed, carefully sizing up this person.

"Excuse me, I know you."

The old man raised the corners of his mouth, "As far as Zongben's experience is concerned, you really shine, and this old man likes you very much. Oh, by the way, this old man's Taoist name is 'Xie Ding'."

Lin Tiancheng was taken aback.

My heart said, why do you guys like me?
After thinking about it, I suddenly realized.

He is basically a demon, and he also used the cultivation method of demon cultivators as a foundation. Maybe it is this person who regards him as a fellow!
Only hunks can appreciate hunks.

"Baby, come forward."

Master Xieding waved at Lin Tiancheng.

Lin Tiancheng hurried forward, and just now, he was grabbed by the wrist by Daoist Xie Ding.

"Such a bone, such a physique! Good! Good! Great!"

Lin Tiancheng just looked at the real person Xiding Ding, and said hello three times excitedly!
"Baby, let me ask you, do you want to learn the sword fighting method that the old man has studied for half his life?"

With piercing eyes, Master Xieding raised his finger to the sword that Lin Tiancheng hadn't been able to pick up just now, "If you are willing to learn, that blue silk sword will be yours!"

"Following the seniors to practice, does not violate the rules of the sect?"

Lin Tiancheng raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Of course not. Don't look at the old man who only guards the hidden sword pavilion. If you really want to speak, those old guys will give me some face!"

Daoist Xieding patted his chest and promised, "Don't be a jerk, just ask the old man if you want to!"

Lin Tiancheng rolled his eyes.

It's not bad, it just saves the trouble of choosing another method. This real person who unloads the tripod is practicing the way of demon cultivation. After going this way, it can make his cultivation methods of monster cultivation look less so. unexpected.

"The juniors are willing to learn."

"really?!"

Seeing Lin Tiancheng nod his head, Master Xieding couldn't help being overjoyed, put down the cattail fan in his hand, and flicked it up!

Grabbing Lin Tiancheng's wrist, he urged repeatedly: "Come on! You come with me! This old man will teach you how to fight swords!"

After saying that, Master Xieding pulled Lin Tiancheng and went straight out of the house.

"That sword..."

Lin Tiancheng pointed to the blue silk blood not far away.

The primary purpose of coming here is to get the sword, so what's the matter if you don't get the sword?
"Hey, look at my memory, I forgot it when I was happy! The sword, it's a small thing!"

Master Xie Ding suddenly realized, turned his hand and pointed at the blue silk blood, the sword immediately flew into the air and landed in the hands of Master Xie Ding, a dark golden flame separated from it, and retracted into the body of Master Xie Ding.

Hello old fox!Privately set up bans to cheat people, right?

You'll kill you old fox when you're done using it!
Lin Tiancheng cursed secretly.

"Okay, take it, take it, this sword belongs to you!"

Daoist Xie Ding threw out his sword boldly.

"It's so heavy!"

Gripping Qingsixue tightly, Lin Tiancheng really felt the power of this sword!

But the weight of the blue-threaded blood far exceeded his expectations. With his current cultivation, he could only hold it with all his strength!
"With your current cultivation, you shouldn't be able to easily swing this sword, right?"

Master Xieding saw Lin Tiancheng's problem at a glance, "The method that I have studied can just solve this problem!"

"Oh?"

Lin Tiancheng's eyes were dimmed, "Then please enlighten me, sir."

"Hey, I will teach you naturally! I haven't met a good seedling like you for many years, how can I be stingy?"

As he said that, Master Xie Ding had brought Lin Tiancheng out of the Tibetan Sword Pavilion.

Master Xieding patted the younger generation guarding in front of the Tibetan Sword Pavilion: "Go back and tell your masters of the Jiazi Gate that this kid will stay here for a few days, and the old man will pass on some skills to him. He goes back!"

Perhaps the boldness of Master Xie Ding frightened the junior, and he saw that the corner of his mouth twitched, bowed ninety degrees to Master Xie Ding, then turned his head and ran away.

Before leaving, he did not forget to turn his head and cast a sympathetic look at Lin Tiancheng.

And gave a thumbs up, with tears in the corners of his eyes.

Lin Tiancheng immediately felt that something was wrong!
The look of the junior before he left seemed to say: Junior brother, come on!Must come back alive!

Before Lin Tiancheng came back to his senses, Master Xieding had already dragged him to the training ground outside the hidden sword pavilion.

The martial arts training ground outside the hidden sword pavilion is rarely open on weekdays, and most of them are reserved for those disciples who have newly acquired sabers and swords to try their hands.

There are three rows of dummy stakes on the training ground, which are the most suitable experimental objects.

But Xieding real person did not intend to use those dummy stakes.

He walked to the side of the martial arts training ground, picked up two wooden swords that the disciples in his sect used to practice on a daily basis, and threw one of them towards Lin Tiancheng.