I Really Don’t Want To Be a Natural Disaster

Outside the sword mound.

Chenbei and Nie Shanhe waited quietly.

The two waited for a while, knowing that Lin Yi wouldn't come out so quickly, and they started chatting after being idle.

Chenbei looked at Nie Shanhe’s white hair on the temples, and couldn’t help sighing with emotion: “You were a child back then. I didn’t expect that in a blink of an eye, you have become the elder of Wen Jianshan.”

"Master, you, the style remains the same." Nie Shanhe sighed softly: "It's just the master, I have no chance to look at you again."

Speaking of the master in the mouth of Nie Shanhe, he was the last elder to ask Jianshan.

The last elder Wen Jianshan lived 370 years.

In the end, it couldn't last for the passing of time, and the immortal passed away.

"It's okay, I'm about to go down and drink with him."

Chen Bei smiled.

Nie Shanhe was silent.

Every monk is seeking longevity, but no one can live forever and will eventually grow old.

"Uncle Master, why is it him?"

Nie Shanhe was silent for a while, and finally couldn't help asking.

This question held him back for a long time.

In his opinion, Lin Yi can comprehend the essence of formation in a short period of time, and through the ten-star chess game, he can see that this son has a certain way. But Nie Shanhe believed that Lin Yi lacked the firm will that a cultivator should have, and he was empty and understanding, and could not go far.

Just when Chen Bei just wanted to say something.

There was a violent vibration in the sword mound.

The sound of swords rang out from the sword grave like a wave.

The expressions of Chenbei and Nie Shanhe suddenly changed.

"That bastard, isn't it that the sword intent of the ancestors is all annoyed, right?"

When Chenbei's idea was first born, he subconsciously felt it was impossible. But then I thought about it, fucking, it was that kid who was most likely to provoke all the sword intent!

He began to regret secretly, whether he was too anxious to send him into the sword grave.

Nie Shanhe was okay, his concern for Lin Yi was not as obvious as Chenbei's. After his face changed a little, he quickly calmed down.

Chenbei turned around in circles, waiting for Lin Yi to trigger the token before rushing in.

Waiting and waiting, the expected distress signal did not arrive, and the boiling Jian Tomb quickly calmed down.

Chenbei and Nie Shanhe looked at each other.

Inside... what happened?

Very violent!

...

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What Yi Lin didn't know was that he was missing a very important step when he rushed into the sword mound.

When many inner disciples got the opportunity to come to Jianzhong to ask about the sword, their elders would repeatedly tell them that they must respect the remaining sword intent of their ancestors.

Quite a lot of taboos.

For example, you must not make a loud noise, you must not arbitrarily go to the sky, you must burn incense and bathe, you must do three bows and nine percussion etiquettes, and so on.

The remaining sword intent on the flying sword did not form a complete spiritual sense, which was equivalent to just a touch of obsession.

Most of these obsessions inherited the pride of the predecessor during his lifetime. Once someone broke into the sword tomb and disrespect them, they almost didn't need to use their brains to directly attack them in groups and gang up disrespectful people into scumbags.

So... this is "Ask Jianshan"!

In the sword mound, the mouth is the king!

The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect who are upright and obedient, after getting started, there will be a long period of time. Under a certain master, they will learn the rules, learn etiquette, bow down, and learn to please the elders.

In other words, even if their master didn't remind them, the first thing they did when they came to Jianzhong was to go to the natal flying sword left by their ancestors. A wave of favorability.

But Yi Lin didn't understand.

How did he know that these ancient sword intents were so arrogant.

As soon as he flew up and was about to pass over the head of thousands of flying swords, he was annoyed by the sword intent of this mountain and was about to slaughter this dog.

In addition, Yi Lin had a little problem with his charm value, and it was easier to attract hatred. That's why the opening scene almost overturned the entire sword grave.

Yi Lin figured out all the joints in an instant, and fell back to the ground without saying a word.

"Om..."

The sound of swords from all directions weakened a bit.

But Yi Lin still faintly felt that an emotion called "anger" reverberated in the entire space.

The buzzing sound in his ears at the moment gave him the feeling that it was a group of grieving women lying in his ears, narrating his dissatisfaction.

"I probably understand the customs clearance method."

It turned out to be a good impression!

Yi Lin straightened up and began to pour spiritual power into the banner of Thousand Chances gifted by Chenbei.

As the psionic value was consumed, the banners of Thousand Chances flashed, one divided into two, two divided into four, and four divided into eight... Finally, thirty-two small flags of different colors circled around Yi Lin.

"go!"

Yi Lin smiled slightly, flicked his fingers, and thirty-two small flags fell in the sword mound.

"The world is boundless, the universe borrows the law."

Yi Lin followed the pattern taught by the flower girl and began to line up.

Of course, if Huatong or Ren Qingshan came, they would probably be stunned. Because Irin's method of array formation is somewhat different from that of traditional monks. They are not distributed strictly according to the pattern of the twelve constellations of the heavens, the stems and the earth. Among them, Yi Lin added a little bit of his own understanding of magic, crystal pattern, and supreme flow spells, combining them into a nondescript and irregular "freedom Array".

Thirty-two small flags turned into thirty-two faceless men in elder robes at the moment they landed.

Thirty-two elders follow the highest standard of etiquette that has been passed down in the Tianjianmen since ancient times, and fly swords everywhere in the sword mound. They begin to worship three times and nine knocks, one step at a time, and then another knock. If you are upset, I will continue to knock. After that, I kept tapping... the etiquette was adjusted, and soon the arrogant sword intent contained in the flying sword finally became comfortable.

In the sword mound, it returned to peace and silence.

"No, it's pretty simple."

Yi Lin breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately these flying swords were not real people, and they were easy to fool. With a slight blindfold, he flicked the angry flying sword in the sword mound.

Nonsense, thirty-two elders are here to worship, even the mourning hall of the heads of the past may not have this kind of treatment. After all, there are currently fewer than thirty-two elder-level figures alive, and no matter how much they can get together, they won't be able to get them together. If this group of arrogant swordsmanship is not satisfied, Yi Lin can only come hard.

After all the sword intent calmed down in a continuous round of flattering, Yi Lin did not put away the Thousand Chance flags for the first time, but allowed thirty-two small flags to surround the surroundings, and he watched not far away. The sword looked very unique, there was a faint stream of light on the sword, and he stepped forward quietly, taking advantage of Feijian's no objection, five fingers stretched out, and quickly grasped the hilt of the Feijian.

"Tianjianmen Missionary Garden, Fangyuan Mountain, Yanmo Mountain, Jielu Mountain, Baicao Mountain, Wenjian Mountain, Ling Beast Mountain, Zhujian Mountain, Taiyi Mountain, a joint named disciple, contemporary Tianjianmen head, his brother Chen Beiwangnianzhi Jiao, Lin Yi, come here to ask for a sword, and I hope my ancestors can enlighten me."

As soon as Yi Lin grasped the hilt, a cool breath suddenly came from where the hilt and palm touched. Without hesitation, Yi Lin immediately reported to himself, asking Jian Wenjian, focusing on the word "ask". Since it’s a question, the self-reported title is naturally the better~www.readwn.com~ That cool breath, as soon as it penetrated into Yi Lin’s body, it turned suddenly, and suddenly became extremely freezing cold. It gave Yi Lin the illusion of being in a polar glacier in an instant. In a blink of an eye, Yi Lin trembled all over, and his skin and hair tips were covered with a layer of white frost. As he opened his mouth and breathed, the breath he exhaled condensed into a white mist of ice, and the whole person seemed to be a living ice sculpture.

Yi Lin's face changed slightly, he forcibly endured the biting chill in his body, and wanted to forcibly pull out the variant of the five element attributes-the ice attribute flying sword. But he tried his best to pull the flying sword from the ground with brute force.

As time passed by, the frost on the surface of Yi Lin's body became thicker and thicker, until Yi Lin felt that his consciousness began to become blurred, and finally couldn't hold on, and let go of his hand. The chill quietly receded, and he quickly sat on the ground, circling the pitiful breath in his body. After about half an hour, Yi Lin finally cleared the alien breath from his body and warmed his limbs.

Then I turned my hand and looked at the palm of the hand I just drew the sword. The palm of my hand was bluish, and he was shocked by frostbite.

Yi Lin stared at his frostbitten palm.

"It means... disagree?"