Fantasy: I am in the desert, but the system lets me be the city lord

After Yan Zhengyang finished speaking, he remembered again.

"No! My lord, you said that the first thing you saw was a needle?"

"Yes, can I lie to you?"

Zhou Lin felt quite boring.

I didn't know what the reason for looking at that painting was before, so I told the truth.

This Yan Zhengyang, why is he so unstable?
"Impossible, impossible!"

Yan Zhengyang's face became more serious.

"It stands to reason that you have seen the needle, which means that there is a great possibility. You are very talented in acupuncture."

"This is not important. The important thing is that you don't have the talent to practice swords, which means your sword heart is not strong!"

"But why...you read these four paintings so quickly?"

Zhou Lin was helpless.

He wants to explain.

But then I thought, if this is explained, will it lose Lao Tzu's majesty as the lord?
So many people are watching!
I told them, adding the painting on the first layer, the total is one, two, three, four, five... needles?
Is it okay to go up the mountain to fight tigers?
"Anyway, I'm done watching it, Mr. Yan, you are busy first, I have to leave beforehand!"

Zhou Lin turned around calmly.

After double-backed, he slowly walked down the stairs.

Only Yan Zhengyang was left with a pensive expression on his face.

"Boom..."

At this time.

A teenager suddenly turned pale and sat down on the floor.

My whole body was drenched with sweat.

Clearly, something remarkable was seen in the four paintings!

Following this sound, there were several more in succession.

There were five teenagers in total, all sitting on the ground.

It's just a matter of sitting in a row, and it's fruitful.

"Yes, you can go to the third floor!"

Yan Zhengyang no longer entangled with Zhou Lin's problems.

Because his mission was to test the talent of these youngsters.

And such a short time is enough to keep him excited for a long time!
"The third floor, you are not allowed to enter! Anyone who trespasses will be killed without mercy!"

Yan Zhengyang put down his harsh words, and led the five teenagers up to the third floor!
Several warriors looked at each other.

Even if they don't understand.

I also know that the talents of the companions who are still addicted to the four paintings are indeed a lot worse...

The other five teenagers also walked downstairs in a sense of loss.

"What about us?"

Only the warriors in the psychic realm are left here.

After about half an hour, a martial artist woke up.

The moment I opened my eyes, I screamed!
"Hahaha, I get it, I get it!"

As he spoke, he drew out the long sword at his waist.

Only a clear cry was heard, and the sword energy was fierce!

"Are you courting death? Where is this place?"

Another warrior woke up, put two fingers together, and directly clamped his sword!
The sword energy on the fingertips immediately suppressed the sword energy on the sword!
"Brother Xue, I didn't expect you to comprehend something, this invisible sword energy actually made you realize it!"

"What? Brother Xue realized the invisible sword energy? I thought that my mighty sword energy could firmly suppress him!"

"..."

Warriors with sword hearts woke up one by one.

They are extremely excited.

Basically, it was a bottleneck that had plagued them for many years, but after looking at four paintings, they all broke through!

"By the way, what about the rest?"

After discovering that Yan Zhengyang, Zhou Lin, and those teenagers were gone.

A warrior asked hastily.

"My lord woke up after a few breaths and has already left. The rest of the boys went to the next floor."

"what?"

The warriors with swords were stunned.

No one knows better than them what it means to be the first to wake up!

Four paintings, after they woke up, they were so advanced in the way of swordsmanship.

Needless to say about those teenagers, Yan Zhengyang said that they are talented, there is no doubt about it.

but……

What's the matter, my lord?

Could it be that he is also the strongest in the way of the sword?
These four paintings couldn't trap him for such a little time?