I Really Don’t Want To Be a Natural Disaster

Sure enough, Yi Lin had guessed it right.

Yi Lin listened halfway, and consciously heard almost the same. Taking advantage of the dark night, in the middle of the lecture, he quietly left.

By coincidence, passing by the Preaching Garden, Yi Lin felt a gust of air inside, hovering high in the sky, resembling an angry dragon, very terrifying.

In this situation, it's like the ram white sitting in the yard with a big grin, staring at Yi Lin and saying: Come here!

Yi Lin was speechless, there were only two bottles of Zizhu Brewing left in the second old Ram's stock. There was no need to touch them at this moment... Let's talk about it next time, forget it this time.

...

In fact, Yi Lin doesn't care whether Jiannanchun sleeps or not.

But taking advantage of this opportunity, Yi Lin planned to go down the mountain and return to Qingniu Village to see how his parents were doing.

If possible, he even wants to take the two parents to Xianshan for the elderly.

The climate here is pleasant and full of spiritual energy. Even ordinary people who do not practice here can live a long life without any disease and pain.

In the daytime, he is an easy learner named disciple and the favorite of all the elders in the legend-Lin Yi.

At night, he went deep into the hub and worked tirelessly above the sea of ​​spirit to carry out a huge project called "Building a Throne".

Although the progress of this huge project is slow, it has already begun to take shape.

Under Green's guidance, Yi Lin really tossed the thing out.

It's just that in the spiritual world, Green sneered at Yi Lin's excitement, and rolled out a **** with his wings to express his disdain.

"You are the tattered one, I dare to let it go. I accidentally sneezed and sneezed away when I woke up... You are far away."

Yi Lin wanted to say "get out" at the time.

How can the knowledge of humans and bats be generalized?

In this regard, Yi Lin reserves his opinion and does not comment.

...

The days are dull but fulfilling.

After I mentioned Jiannanchun that day,

Yi Lin never ran into Senior Brother Jian on the road again.

Maybe it was because fate hadn't arrived, or maybe Yi Lin was too busy and Jian Nanchun didn't catch anyone.

In half a year, for the monk, it might really be regarded as fleeting in the blink of an eye.

soon.

It's the twelfth lunar month agreed with Jian Nanchun.

Yi Lin was taking advantage of the swordsmithing elder to go out that day. He spent some low-grade spirit stones that the registered disciples could receive every month. He rented a refining furnace. With a call from both palms, he poured weak spiritual energy into the furnace formation and was proficient. Open the stove.

Yi Lin had a very high savvy, but after a few bombs because of bad luck, Yi Lin finally succeeded in crafting an ordinary little magic weapon.

After receiving the news, the elder Hua Wuyu, the swordsmith who hurried back from the outside, breathed a sigh of relief, praised Yi Lin fiercely, and said that the registered disciple Lin Yi had fully understood the essence of refining equipment and could not be used as a teacher. Come again.

"Please don't come anymore!" Hua Wuyu probably meant this.

He seemed to be frightened.

The elder Zhujian, Hua Wuyu, has served as the elder of Jianshan Mountain for 36 years. He has never seen such a disciple who can blow up.

I really don't know what Chenbei is after him.

Fortunately, this disciple was named, not only thinking about him forging a mountain of swords, he would leave one day, but the elders of the forging swords always tolerated it every time he thought of this, and there was no attack.

Yi Lin just hid the dozens of "advanced remote-controlled grenades" he had produced, and rode Xiaoqing around the sky over the fairy island, thinking about which mountain gate he would visit next, but he didn't expect to be given by Chenbei on the road. Blocked.

Look, this clearly shows the gap between Chenbei and Jiannanchun.

The same is blocking Lin Yi, Jiannanchun bitter forest has been around for a long time, but Chenbei blocked it all at once.

"follow me."

Chen Bei didn't say much, riding on the crane, he brought Yi Lin directly to Wenjian Mountain.

Asked Jianshan, there was a sword mound inside, and the sword mound was filled with flying swords. Some were intact and some were broken.

Yi Lin knows this place and he comes often.

This is the place where the inner disciple found the flying sword of his life.

But why is it not called "Xunjian Mountain", "Qianjian Mountain", "Taking Sword Mountain", "Snatching Sword Mountain" and so on, instead of using the word "ask"?

Among them, it is said that there is a lot of knowledge.

When the two are about to land.

Yi Lin stared at Chenbei's rickety back and pale hair, and couldn't help but sigh.

"I said Lao Chen, what is the big day today, do you finally stop pretending to have a showdown?"

"..."

Chen Bei had just stepped down from the crane with one leg. Hearing this, he almost couldn't stand firmly, and staggered towards the crane's wings. Chenbei held back for a while. He knew Yi Lin, knowing that Lin Yi couldn't speak sorrow, so he could only spit out one word silently: "...Fuck."

He walked a few steps, and Yi Lin pointed to another path: "Lao Chen, the way up the mountain should be this way."

"..."

Not to blame Chenbei, he has been in the handyman class for sixty years, and the times have changed.

Chenbei did not deliberately release the spiritual consciousness scan, perhaps these years, he has no longer this habit.

The two came to the mountainside.

Nie Shanhe has already been waiting here for the bluestone trail and the entrance of the sword tomb.

"Uncle Master."

"puff."

When Yi Lin heard Nie Shanhe's address to Chenbei, he almost choked with saliva.

After a while, although he had already guessed that Chen Bei had a certain status in the Heavenly Sword Gate, it was at most the level of the elder. He didn't think about the head, because Jian Nanchun's servant had told Yi Lin's elders a long time ago, and Jian Nanchun told Yi Lin very clearly that the current head was a female and he would not accept male disciples.

Chenbei played role-playing as a handyman in the handyman class for sixty years, but he didn't look like a woman from side to side.

Nie Shanhe is already an "elder" in the family, and under the head, the elders are all equal.

Yi Lin's face was a little bit more surprised. He looked at Chenbei, without hesitation, and asked directly: "Lao Chen, who are you on earth?"

"Hey, I am the current head..."

"?"

"... brother!"

Yi Lin was taken aback: "What about the position?"

"Huh, do you think I, Chenbei, will care about that trivial name?"

Yi Lin suddenly realized it, and blurted out: "It turns out that we are old by seniority!"

"..."

Nie Shanhe suddenly had the urge to stab the dog to death with a sword.

He has tempered the tenacity of the sword heart for a hundred years, and it has fluctuated because of this.

"call……"

Nie Shanhe breathed a sigh of relief, his face calm, like a mirror like a lake. He closed his eyes, looked at Yi Lin, and said softly: "Uncle Shizu was recognized as the first genius in the door back then, no one can match him."

The implication is that Chenbei is not relying on seniority, but really awesome.

"Hey, old things are old and old now." Chen Bei waved his hand and smiled, but Nie Shanhe's words still made him feel comfortable: "Xiao Lin, you will be going down in a few days, although you are in formation, alchemy, and alchemy. Refining weapons, hexagrams, taming animals..." After talking for a while~www.readwn.com~Chenbei felt that there were too many lists, and felt a little depressed in her heart, after a moment, she continued: "Ahem... Many small and medium-sized people are talented, but their own cultivation is shallow, and once they encounter a disciple or cruel monster with a high cultivation level, they are very likely to die."

"So, in the face of that trivial three pots of purple bamboo brew, Laochen, I will give you a chance. As for the sword you can ask, it all depends on your understanding and good fortune."

"There are five pots in total." Yi Lin stretched out a slap to correct Chenbei's mathematical errors and omissions. After thinking about it, he said: "I don't have the identity of an inner disciple, so I got my life flying sword. Does anyone else know? Will there be opinions?"

"Who dares to have an opinion?" Chenbei opened his nostrils and exhaled his confidence: "Besides, Xiaohe doesn't say it, the old man doesn't say it, you don't say it, who knows? Hey, don't chirp, go in! You only have ten Heavenly Kungfu, once the time is up, no matter whether you find your own destiny flying sword or not, you must leave the sword mound and not stay. Many inner disciples Baba are waiting in line!"

When Yi Lin heard it, his expression was slightly startled: "Ten days?" He stared at the dark doorway made of stone and brick like a tomb. There was no "Sword Tomb" with a trace of light inside. Yi Lin was a little uncertain. Asked again: "Are you sure...this matter will take ten days?"