Inverse Sword God

Lin Xuan did not expect that this incident would alarm the elder in the end, and the elder seemed to favor himself.

"Disciple Lin Xuan pays respects to Elder Fang." Lin Xuan said respectfully.

"Yeah. You two go back first, Lin Xuan, you come with me." Elder Fang set aside Tang Yu and Chen Dazheng, and led Lin Xuan into the hut.

Whoosh!

With a wave of his hand, Elder Fang placed a soundproof barrier in the room, and then looked at Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan felt a little nervous in his heart, but on the surface he pretended to be calm.

A glimmer of approval flashed in Elder Fang's eyes, and he asked, "You repaired that human-level sword?"

Hearing this, Lin Xuan recalled that Elder Fang brought Chen Dazheng here in a hurry, and he understood in his heart that it was this matter that caught the attention of the elders.

"Yes, that human-level treasure was repaired by me." Lin Xuan said.

"Are you from Jianchi Mansion?" Elder Fang suddenly asked sharply.

Lin Xuan was startled, his pupils shrank suddenly.

"How does he know my identity? Could it be that the people from Jianchi Mansion still want to harm me?" Lin Xuan couldn't figure it out, his breathing became a little short, and cold sweat was dripping from his back.

Elder Fang's eyes were like knives, staring at Lin Xuan: "Why don't you speak?"

"Back to the elders, the disciple is indeed from the Jianchi Mansion." Lin Xuan said.

"Then why did you come to Yunzhou Xuantian Sect? It's far away from Jianchi Mansion!" Elder Fang's voice was still very cold.

"The disciple is a side branch of the Lin family in Jianchi House. I came to Yunzhou with my father half a year ago. Later, when my father died, I joined the Xuantian Sect." Lin Xuan lied.

After Lin Xuan finished speaking, he found that Elder Fang didn't say anything, but just looked at him coldly. And from him, Lin Xuan felt a huge pressure.

Fortunately, there was a mysterious little sword in Lin Xuan's body, it vibrated lightly, and the pressure disappeared without a trace.

After a while, Elder Fang saw that there was nothing unusual about Lin Xuan's spiritual pressure perception, so he nodded with satisfaction.

"I have some friendship with Jianchi Mansion, so after seeing that you can use Jianchi Mansion's sword raising technique, I wanted to understand. Since you are a disciple of Jianchi Mansion, you have some relationship with the old man, and you will be well in the future. Cultivation in the door, those law enforcement teams will not be looking for trouble for you."

"Thank you Elder Fang." Lin Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.

For the rest of the time, Elder Fang asked some questions about keeping tools, and Lin Xuan answered them fluently. Therefore, Elder Fang decided to leave the weapon-related matters to Lin Xuan in the future, and the contribution points will be posted, which surprised Lin Xuan for a long time.

Being able to do things for the elders in the sect is a natural benefit, and it can also bring closer relationships, which is a multi-purpose thing.

After seeing off Elder Fang, Lin Xuan went to thank Chen Dazheng again, and then returned to the living hut again.

In the hut, Tang Yu was sitting with her chin up, kicking her small and exquisite feet in a bored manner. When she saw Lin Xuan's return, she suddenly regained her spirits.

"Why are you back?" Lin Xuan asked.

"You little conscience, elder sister, just after I rescued you, you treated me with this attitude?" Tang Yu said angrily.

"Okay, eldest sister, I was wrong. What are you doing here?"

"You are the eldest sister, your whole family is the eldest sister, am I that old?" Tang Yu was not happy.

Lin Xuan: "..."

Seeing Lin Xuan's shriveled appearance, Tang Yu rolled his eyes and laughed.

"Yeah! I'm here to talk to you about business." Tang Yu stopped laughing, "I don't think the Shenwei Group will give up. After all these years, they have never suffered a loss except fighting with our team. "

"It's just that they are too domineering." Lin Xuan said, "If there is a chance, I must take the Shenwei group!"

"Just you?" Tang Yu pouted, don't say silly words, "You are lucky this time, in case you alarmed the inner disciples, you will cry! Why don't you join our team, then they will not dare to Get started."

Lin Xuan shook his head: "Forget it, I joined the team at this time, no doubt to make enemies for the team, I'm afraid you won't accept me within the team."

Seeing Tang Yu's unhappy look, Lin Xuan said, "I understand your kindness, trust me, it's fine."

"Why don't I accompany you to practice swords?" Lin Xuan flattered.

"Forget it, sister, I'm going to make a breakthrough recently, and I don't have time to practice swords with you, hum!" Tang Yu gave him a white look and ran away quickly.

"The first level of this thunderous swordsmanship has just been practiced, and I need someone to try my skills!" Lin Xuan sighed, then squeezed the seal with both hands, and entered the state of cultivation...

Silent all night.

Early the next morning, Lin Xuan wanted to go to the mission hall to pick up a few missions. The spiritual stones in his hand had already been used up, and there were not many contribution points left. It could be said that he was a poor man.

Pushing open the door, he glanced out, and his face suddenly became very strange.

There was a row of members of the Shenwei Group sitting in front of his door. After these people saw Lin Xuan come out, they immediately stood up.

"Want to fight? Forgot what happened yesterday?" Lin Xuan frowned slightly.

"It's not a fight, it's a discussion, very legal!" The members of the Shenwei Group said yin and yang strangely.

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested." Lin Xuan would not entangle with them, and earning contribution points by doing tasks is the kingly way.

"Hmph, don't try to run, our task is to watch over you, so you should accept the challenge obediently, otherwise you will have to stay in the house forever."

"You guys are busy? You don't need to practice?" Lin Xuan was helpless.

"Humph! We can get 30 Contribution Points by staring at you in one day, don't you think it's much better than doing quests." The disciple of the Shenwei Group sneered, "Only a rubbish disciple like you would worry about Contribution Points!"

Lin Xuan looked at the group of Shenwei group disciples in front of him, and suddenly had a good idea in his heart.

"You can fight me if you want, but what's the point of fighting dryly, why don't we bet something?" A smile appeared on the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth.

"Just you? You still want to bet something with us, your brain is broken!" The disciple of the Shenwei regiment laughed, "Don't think that you can take on Captain Hua's move and feel that you are invincible in the world, tell you, in our In front of you, you are still far behind!"

"Oh, yes, then do you bet or not?" Lin Xuan said leisurely.

"Brother, don't be impulsive, what is there to bet with this kid, does he have anything to bet on?" a disciple advised.

"Oh, it turns out that the members of the Shenwei Group are just so good at their mouths, they don't even dare to accept gambling appointments!" Lin Xuan said loudly on purpose.

"What did you say!" The disciple became anxious, "Damn, just bet, whoever is afraid!"

The disciples of the Shenwei Group also had some calculations of their own. The condition for them was that as long as they could seriously injure Lin Xuan during the challenge, they would be awarded 300 contribution points.

The members of the Shenwei Group readily accepted this condition, and many people even came to compete for this place. Because in the challenge, there is no punishment for hurting the opponent, after all, the challenge is voluntary.

The disciples of the Shenwei Group saw Lin Xuan as if they saw 300 contribution points, and Lin Xuan saw them the same way.

In Lin Xuan's view, these people can not only accompany him to hone his swordsmanship, but also allow him to earn contribution points, which is no different from a fat sheep.

Both sides are playing their own small abacus, and the corners of their mouths can't help but hang a sneer.

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