I am cultivating immortals in the martial arts world

Chapter 347 Twelve Panics!

"Just agree."

Lin Dong raised his hand and squeezed lightly.

Whoa!
In an instant, the fragments of the Fire Qilin scattered on the ground all gathered together and floated in front of him.

After doing all this, he seemed to remember something, turned around and asked, "By the way, what weapon do you want?"

"sword!"

Duan Zhengxian, who had been dumbfounded for a long time, chose the sword without the slightest hesitation after waking up.

Just now, the Baixiao Kuangsheng in front of him has already said that he wants to teach him a sword technique.

If there are laws but no weapons, what is that?
This is his simple idea.

"A sword?"

"It just so happens that what I taught you is the swordsmanship. With this sword, it is enough for you to dominate."

Lin Dong smiled and sat down slowly.

puff!
The next moment, a flame appeared in his hand, and then pieces of the fire unicorn floated onto his palm.

Duan Zhengxian was dumbfounded again.

In his opinion, Lin Dong's behavior was like a fairy.

Staring at the scene in front of him, he kept swallowing his saliva, and even began to imagine a better life in the future.

Can't afford a wife?
I'm sorry, starting today, he decided that Zhengxian didn't have to worry about it anymore!
correct!

This person is like a god, and he must not be ignored!

While thinking about it, he saw Lin Dong's frown and quickly lowered his head.

Actually.

Lin Dong didn't frown because he saw through his thoughts at all.

The main reason was that he felt a faint evil spirit.

extremely weak.

Obviously.

Even if these materials become a sword, it is absolutely impossible to turn it into a fire sword.

"Add some ingredients?"

After thinking about it, Lin Dong finally made up his mind. With his brows loosened, he slowly poured the evil thoughts deep in his heart into the sword.

what happened?

Duan Zhengxian at the side suddenly felt very cold for some reason.

He glanced around, and saw that frost was forming on the walls.

In an instant, he was stupid again.

He had already felt how hot Lingyun Grotto was at the moment.

And Lin Dong used fire to practice his sword.

So, where did this sense of coldness come from?

Duan Zhengxian, who has not yet entered the arena, of course does not understand how all this happened.

The current him is not qualified to touch so many things.

He can only watch.

However, he was sure that no matter what the sword in front of him became, he wanted it.

must!
"It's too much..."

Thinking of the fate of this sword, Lin Dong took back a large part of his malice, and after feeling it for a while, he continued to forge the sword with a smile.

Time, little by little.

I don't know how long has passed.

A sword that was shining with fire, but with some kind of coldness, suddenly appeared in front of him.

hum!
at the same time.

The Qingping sword on Lin Dong's waist moved.

He patted Qingping Sword with a smile, and comforted him: "Hey, this sword is for someone else, why are you so jealous?"

Strange to say.

After these words, the Qingping sword on his waist stopped moving.

Duan Zhengxian, who secretly saw this scene, was dumbfounded for the third time.

The sword still has a spirit?
"Swords have spirits."

Before he could continue to think, Lin Dong had already started to explain: "After this sword is formed, it will be full of spirituality. At that time, I hope you can use your own blood as a guide, otherwise, even if you are a descendant of a broken family, I am afraid It is also impossible to control this sword."

Although the refining method of this sword is simple, the materials are not rare.

but.

He was made by Lin Dong.

It also mixed with the malice hidden in his heart.

That alone makes the sword indestructible.

However, Lin Dong is still very clear about the fate of this sword. If it is true that no one can break it, it will be no fun.

at least.

It should be possible for someone who breaks the family to smash it.

To achieve this, at present, Lin Dong can only achieve it through one method.

Forged with blood!

In this way, the sword will be connected to the master's life, and although maliciousness will gradually erode the master, it will not be useless by anyone.

"Blood?"

Duan Zhengxian was stunned for a moment, and then he was afraid that Lin Dong would be suspicious, so he nodded repeatedly and said, "No problem, no problem."

"All right."

After time passed for a while, Lin Dong looked at the sword in his hand that had been fully formed but did not have the inner light, and waved to Duan Zhengxian: "It's your turn."

"Why, how to do it?"

Duan Zhengxian got up, and stretched out his hand expectantly: "Could it be enough to just cut it open?"

"You are really not afraid of pain..."

Lin Dong shook his head with emotion, pointed at the other party's finger and said: "One or two drops is enough, and this sword has just been made, it has the evil spirit of the fire unicorn, if you dare to touch it, you may not die know how he died."

"understood."

Duan Zhengxian was startled, and after an embarrassed smile, he bit his finger and carefully forced out a drop of blood, which slowly dripped on the bright red sword.

laugh!
After a white mist rose, he only felt that something in himself seemed to have left.

When he watched it again, he suddenly discovered that the sword floating in Lin Dong's palm seemed to be a "part" of his body.

"Is this unbearable?"

Lin Dong glanced at him, and slowly passed the sword over. He smiled and took out the book with two lines written on it and asked, "What do you think this sword should be called?"

"Fire Linjian!"

After Duan Zhengxian grabbed the Fire Lin Sword, he subconsciously said these three words, and then he firmly said: "Yes, it's called the Fire Lin Sword!"

"As you like..."

Lin Dong thought for a while, then nodded, picked up a pen and wrote on the booklet: "Nanlin Duanjia's [Fire Lin Sword] is as hot as a hell of fire. If you are evaporated dry, you will die with blood!"

"Look how?"

After finishing writing, he held the book in his hands and unfolded it in front of Duan Zhengxian: "The third panic: If there is nothing to change, then it will be the story of the Fire Lin Sword from now on."

"Good good!"

After reading Lin Dong's writing, Duan Zhengxian nodded in satisfaction, but soon he asked with some doubts: "If the Fire Lin Sword is the third panic, then the first two..."

"You don't have to know."

Lin Dong put the book into the bookcase, stood up and walked out. When he reached the cave, he turned his head and smiled and said, "From today onwards, your destiny is in your own hands. I don't know how to go." will intervene."

What about swordsmanship?
Duan Zhengxian stretched out his hand, but in the end he still didn't dare to speak.

One was because he was afraid of Lin Dong, and the other was because he felt that he was already invincible by holding the Fire Lin Sword.

Whoosh!
Snapped!
however.

At this moment, a volume of books flew over, and at the same time, there was another sentence.

"This is the sword technique I passed on to you, practice hard, don't fall into the prestige of this sword, and don't let this sword technique be dusted."

this time.

Lin Dong left completely.

Duan Zhengxian impatiently walked to the front of the book, he didn't even care about being in the Lingyun Grotto, and began to read it in a hurry.

……

"Twelve panicked? It's quite interesting."

the other side.

Lin Dong, who walked out of Lingyun Grotto, looked at the Leshan Dashui that had already started to recede, his brows that were frowning slowly dissipated: "Bai Xiao Kuangsheng, it turned out to be me...it's pretty good."

"Um……"

"Next, it's time to panic the other nine, what is it?"

"I have to think!"

(End of this chapter)