Luck taken away? It doesn't matter, I quietly become a god

Forbidden land, valley.

As soon as Lin Dao walked into the valley, he discovered something unusual about the formation here.

There are several levels of formations, including confinement and shielding functions...but most of them are confinement formations.

Lin Dao didn't find it strange that there was a confinement formation.

But there is actually a formation here that blocks outsiders from peeking into the valley, which is a bit... intriguing.

I have never heard of any formation that imprisons people, not to isolate the inner world from peeking into the outside world, but to isolate the outside world from peeking into the inner world.

After Lin Dao entered, he noticed a gaze coming towards him, but soon, the gaze disappeared.

He did not see the "senior" Rong Shu mentioned.

However, Lin Dao was not in a hurry. He first took out the ingredients prepared in the storage bag, made a hearty breakfast, and then placed it on the wooden table that was also taken out of the storage bag.

Then, Lin Dao began to look for the person.

Fortunately, the men in the valley were not interested in playing "hide and seek" with Lindao. Without much effort, Lindao saw the crazy man squatting next to a stone.

Lin Dao looked at the crazy man staring at the stone in front of him. He bowed first and then said, "Senior, I am the disciple who came to cook for you today."

"Oh, by the way, the little girl who came here three months ago has something to do and can't come, so she asked me to give you a message for senior."

Lin Dao's voice paused, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the crazy man: "She may never come here again. It seems that she caused some trouble in the secret realm, and was locked up by the elders of the sect. It seems that she was also tortured …”

As soon as he finished speaking, the aura around the crazy man suddenly changed!

In an instant, the dejected aura on his body dissipated without a trace. The mad man straightened up, and a terrifying aura like a demon invaded him.

The stern eyes like an eagle and a wolf were directed towards Lin Dao, as if they were trying to punch a hole in the person!

"Can you say that again."

A smile appeared on Lin Dao's lips: "Senior, don't you pretend anymore?"

"Just for a little girl?"

Hearing this, the crazy man looked slightly dull, and then said coldly:

"I never ask someone a second question."

"Now I ask you again, how is the little girl doing?"

Lin Dao looked indifferent and asked: "What is the relationship between that little girl and the senior?"

"Humph!"

The crazy man snorted coldly, and Lin Dao felt that the pressure lingering around him was getting worse, as if it was going to crush his body.

However, the forest road remained motionless, as tall as a sword peak.

After the stalemate, Lindao sighed softly and said, "She has nothing to do and is watching the competition on the outer peak."

Hearing this, the pressure disappeared.

Lin Dao cupped his hands and said, "Senior, please calm down."

"I just want to confirm who is the master who taught my junior sister and what his intentions are."

"Senior hides in the forbidden valley, pretending to be a lunatic day and night. The reason behind this, I have no intention of knowing, let alone offending."

"It's just... If there is any disadvantage to my junior sister, senior, it means that senior is the reincarnation of Daluo Jinxian, and junior also wants to be brave enough to fight next time."

"War post?" The crazy man seemed to have suddenly heard something funny, and laughed loudly: "Hehe...hehe..."

Lin Dao's expression was calm, and he was not irritated by the arrogant joke: "My master once said that the junior is too sharp, too strong and easy to break, which is not good. Therefore, he advises the junior to be polite and polite when looking for someone to fight in the future, and just say that he is just here. Next battle post.”

The crazy man was silent for a moment.

"Your master..." Are you sure he is advising you to be more polite?

Suddenly, the crazy man felt that the Lindao in front of him was no longer so annoying.

Although he is the sword cultivator he hates the most, he has a "crazy energy" that is different from ordinary sword cultivators.

Only then did the crazy man take a closer look at Lin Dao in front of him: "You have an aura that I hate. You are a swordsman."

Lindao nodded: "Yes."

Lin Dao was not surprised to be hated by the other party.

In battles involving the King of One Hundred Weapons, sword cultivators and sword cultivators have always been incompatible.

The crazy man's eyes were like an eagle, staring straight at Lin Dao. His expression suddenly fell into a trance for a moment, and then he had a complex expression on his face: "The natural sword heart, sword bone... and sword body! He has even touched a trace of the true essence of the sword. ."

Hearing this, Lin Dao's heart skipped a beat.

At this time, the crazy man had turned his head and no longer looked at Lin Dao.

"There are thousands of sword cultivators in the world, and it is extremely difficult to find just one of them after exhausting their whole lives and searching for it. If they can find just one, they will be the only sword cultivators in the world, even those lofty and innocent immortals. The Palace of the Underworld will also lower its head and extend an olive branch, but you have all of them to yourself."

"Boy, you are a man who was born to hold a sword."

Lin Dao's eyes darkened: "Senior has good eyesight."

"The little girl's talent lies in sword skills. I think the seniors must have noticed this, so he taught the little girl."

When the crazy man heard this, his expression seemed a little unnatural, and he said in a cold tone:

"...It's just that I was so idle that I casually drew a few child-like graffiti on the rock wall."

Lin Dao thanked him somewhat perfunctorily: "Yes, yes, I would like to thank my senior on behalf of my junior sister."

Clearly not convinced.

A powerful swordsman would teach him his special skills for no reason?

Either he is mentally retarded, or he regards the other party as his successor.

The crazy man choked.

The crazy man raised his hand to wipe his face, and suddenly sighed: "How much that little girl can understand depends on her talent."

"It's just that, although that little girl is ruthless and pays attention to the technique of killing with one sword, she is a little too cautious and lacks the bloody energy of a swordsman."

After listening, Lin Dao disagreed: "Take the essence and discard the dross. I think there is nothing wrong with it."

"Although the attack techniques of sword cultivators are more powerful than those of sword cultivators, once they continue to fight, they will gradually become bullish."

"Often you will kill a thousand enemies and suffer eight hundred losses. It is not the best way to win."

"Ha." The crazy man looked sharply: "Boy, you dare to give me advice in front of me? You... are very good!"

Lin Dao looked calm: "It's not an advice, it's just a fact."

Suddenly, the crazy man's eyes narrowed: "So, that little girl retains some sword-wielding techniques, and it was you who taught her."

Lin Dao explained: "She is in a special situation. It is difficult to show her sword skills in front of others, so she must have a disguise. Besides..."

"Senior, given your current status as a prisoner, if that little girl reveals that she knows how to use a knife, she will probably get into a lot of trouble, right?"

Even so, the crazy man couldn't be more pleased no matter what he heard.

Sure enough, swordsmen are so annoying!