Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman

"Get out, don't disturb Lao Tzu's breathing."

　　 Lin Beichen waved his hand, impatiently.

He saw that the group of sword practitioners surrounding the Sword Immortal Academy were basically casual cultivators with unclear brains. There were not many people who reached the Celestial and Human Realm. Most of them were at the martial arts master level. Good material.

　　 Don't think about it, it should be used by others.

　　 It does not seem to be strong, but smart.

　　Once a person is in group emotions, it is easy to lose individuality, lose independent thinking, and unknowingly become excited and conformed...

　　 This reminded Lin Beichen that when he was in college, another car crash happened on campus.

The cause of the incident was that Passat, the owner of the supermarket on campus, got on a female student’s bicycle and no one was injured. It was originally a simple incident involving both parties’ responsibilities. Later, due to the arrogant attitude of the supermarket owner, it quickly fermented on the school’s BBS and gathered on the spot. There were four or five hundred students, and he went to self-study late to watch the excitement. Later, he was quickly exaggerated in the excitement of the crowd. He was self-proclaimed and sensible, and he unknowingly became a member of the students... …

　　 At that time, he was a senior who pretended to be logically rigorous and smooth.

　　 So these martial arts masters in front of me are the same.

　　 Putting in a small place is probably a big man who is in control of thunder and lightning.

　　 But in today's Baiyun City, it can only be a fool who has been fooled as cannon fodder.

　　Because the people who fool them are stronger.

　　 "You...you are too arrogant."

　　 "City Lord Baiyun asked us to come, you... we will go back and sue you."

　　 "We talked with you with good words, but you killed someone?"

　　 There are some people who are stern and honest.

　　 The anger in their hearts, the **** Lin Beichen, who doesn't talk about martial ethics, kills people as soon as he gets up, can't we communicate well?

　　 And there are no steps between words.

　　Everyone is a great master, don’t you want to lose face?

　　 Lin Beichen couldn't help but smile when he saw these guys with a compelling look.

　　 "Go on, don't delay my business here."

　　 He waved his hand impatiently.

　　 In the crowd, a scarlet swordsman in light armor, who seemed to be a ruthless young man in ordinary days, was directly irritated by Lin Beichen's faceless attitude.

He stubbed his neck, exposing his temperament, gritted his teeth and said: "Bah, today you don’t give me an explanation, I will [send the end with a sword] Wen Zhaolun will not leave. There are so many of us who are capable. Kill all... Uhhhhhh..."

　　 Before he finished speaking, his mouth was covered in panic by the people behind.

　　'Gang Jing' Wen Zhaolun behind the few people, their faces paled in shock.

　　 You stupid thing that kills a thousand swords, don't pull us if you want to die.

　　 Didn't you see the last guy who wanted to die? Didn't the bones and scum that had been killed left?

　　 "Go away or not?"

　　 Lin Beichen said: "I counted three times and all disappeared within a kilometer of Jianxianyuan, otherwise..."

　　 Guangjiang slapped the whip very cooperatively.

　　 There is a trace of electric light floating in the air.

　　 Naked threat.

　　Wen Zhaolun subconsciously kicked the kick instinctively. He stalked his neck again and wanted to say something with a mouth, but he was immediately stabbed by the person behind him...

"what!"

　　 he screamed.

　　 Lin Beichen took a sip and said, "One..."

　　 The next instant, he rushed out directly.

　　 bang bang bang.

　　 With a punch and kick, like a tiger stepping on a flock, he rushed into the sword repair group, and hit it directly with the big fist of the casserole.

"what……"

　　 "Didn't you say to count to three?"

　　 "Liar, just said it!"

　　 Amidst the screams and wailing sounds of ghosts and wolves, each sword repaired like a stone ball projected by a trebuchet, flying out with a blue nose and a swollen face.

　　 Teeth are flying around.

　　 nosebleeds are also flying around.

　　Gold coins are flying around...

　　 In less than a moment, all the sword repairmen gathered around Jianxianyuan were beaten like sandbags one by one, flying out in the air for thousands of meters, and fell into different directions in Baiyun City...

　　 But this time, Lin Beichen left his hand.

　　 did not use profound energy.

　　 is just a lesson to their bodies.

　　 did not kill.

　　 The most serious injuries.

　　 It’s not that easy to die.

　　 Of course, I left something by the way.

He pointed to the storage bag on the ground that had been unknowingly taken down by the gods, and said to Guangjiang: "Take them away, sort the garbage, keep the ones you like, and sort out the rest. Okay, give it to me."

　　 Guangjiang screamed excitedly and rushed up.

　　 I really like this feeling.

　　 It thought excitedly.

　　 Lin Beichen smiled, turned and walked towards the Jianxian courtyard.

　　 "I feel that my licking technique is unfamiliar, and I'm not as good as my brother, especially this living person licking technique, I really need to practice it..."

　　He is self-reflection in his heart.

　　 In the sword repair that flew just now, several things on his body did not seem to be taken off.

Hey.

　　 Not only is the craftsmanship rusty, I seem to have become more tender-hearted recently.

　　 They scolded me viciously, and I just hit them lightly.

　　 In addition, it just confiscates something and imposes a small fine.

　　……

　　……

far away.

　　 In a ruin.

　　 A few Jian Xiu crawled out with swollen noses and grey heads.

　　 "I thought I was going to die..."

　　 "Yes, I didn't expect it was just a minor injury."

　　 "This Lin Beichen is too arrogant...not at all reasonable."

"Come on, it’s good to be able to survive. The strength of the brain-dead boy is too terrifying. It only takes a few punches and kicks all of our group into the air. There is no one who can hold him back. If he If you want to kill us, we might have died long ago."

　　 "We are being used."

　　 "The people of the Immortal Sword Sect have no good intentions, don't they say that Lin Beichen's strength is not a concern?"

　　 "Wait, why is my storage bag missing?"

　　 "No, mine is gone."

　　 "Mine... won't be taken away by Lin Beichen, right? I heard that this person has a nickname called Corpse Touching Crazy Demon. He even touches corpses, let alone us?"

　　 "Go back, this is a robber."

　　 "Do you dare to go? Did you forget what he said? Go back, he really wants to kill."

　　 "Yes, it is rumored that this guy has brain problems. After receiving the stimulation, he dare to do anything."

　　 A group of people hesitated. In the end, no one dared to go back. They were angry and hated, but they could only endure it.

　　 "What are you afraid of? He can kill us all? Let's go together..."

[A sword to the end] Wen Zhaolun scolded and crawled out of the ruins, dragging his broken leg, holding down the sword wound on his waist, and said: "I don't know that it was that despicable man who stabbed me with a sword before, otherwise, I personally took action and killed Lin Beichen a long time ago. Alas, the villain mistaken me."

　　 The others all looked at him with contempt.

　　 It's not that someone stabbed you with a sword just now, I'm afraid you have already taken everyone to destroy it.

　　 This kind of idiot, stay away.

　　 Otherwise, when God punishes him, it is easy to get people around him.

　　 嗖嗖嗖.

　　 Everyone turned into sword light, whether they left.

　　 "Bah. A bunch of cowards."

　　【Send to the end with a sword】Wen Zhaolun stood there thinking for a while, decided to temporarily give up the troublesome things to find Lin Beichen, and heal his injuries first.

　　……

　　……

　　剑仙院.

　　 It's already afternoon.

　　 Lin Beichen put his chin in his hands, sitting by the stone table in the courtyard, his face gradually anxious.

　　 There are less than six hours left until the KEEP even touch acceleration mission [Rise of the Sword Fairy House] is over.

　　 But there are still two problems that have not been overcome.

　　 Banbu Tianren still lacks one-Qianqian, who was placed high hopes by Lin Beichen, has not been promoted to Banbu Tianren.

　　 There is also a young disciple named Peng Yiliang. He has a simple face and works very hard, but he is still only an eighth-level great martial artist, and he has not been promoted to the pinnacle great martial artist.

　　 end and end, up and down.

　　 The task progress is stuck tightly.

　　 "It seems that I must have a bug card."

　　 Lin Beichen gradually made up his mind.

　　 It was very unusual for a group of sword repairmen to make trouble outside the Jianxianyuan before.

　　 Lin Beichen felt an unprecedented sense of urgency.

　　 He screened all the candidates for the various courtyards that Yin Shan had introduced before, and finally his eyes fell on the old scholar of the sword formation research institute called Wang Qigong.

　　 This person has lost his energy.

　　 has a foundation.

　　 As long as you put a little hormone or something, you should be able to recover quickly.

　　 As for the other guy who is holding back...

"come here."

Lin Beichen beckoned to call the Han Han Peng Yiliang over, threw him a green fruit, and said: "Take it, eat it by yourself, quickly absorb it after eating, and strive for me to enter the peak of the Grand Master realm before sunset. If there is not yet If something happens, then I will fire you..."

　　 The young man took the Cuiguo tremblingly.

Lin Beichen stood up and said: "Before I come back, no one is allowed to leave the Jianxian Academy, continue to practice, don't relax... Guangchan, my brother, supervise me, whoever is not obedient, just don't give it to me Pope Lin's face."

　　 Seeing what he said harshly, even Qianqian didn't dare to skin anymore.

　　 Lin Beichen arranged everything, got up and left the Sword Fairy Academy, and went to the Sword Formation Research Institute.

　　 and at the same time.

　　 Hundreds of sword repairmen gathered outside the city lord mansion again.

　　 This time, it was not a simple protest.

　　 Fight broke out directly.

"what……"

　　 "Stop them."

　　 "Quickly, report to the city lord."

　　 A swordsman named Baiyun City fell in a pool of blood.

　　 The sword repairmen entered the city lord’s mansion.

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