The most important thing Jiang Lin has done these days is to stay in Zangjian Pavilion.

Zangjian Pavilion is a place where Jiange books are collected. Only inner disciples can choose a sword book from them to practice.

Outer disciples need to integrate basic sword techniques and mental techniques into one's own formulas. Only after entering the inner sect can they begin to practice sword moves that suit them.

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. You must lay a solid foundation in order to better understand more advanced sword moves.

Jiang Lin has Yi Feng’s memory and quickly mastered the basics. So at night, he came to Zang Jian Pavilion to see the sword moves that suit him.

The sword force is broken by thousands of troops, and one sword is a shield, and the force is broken by thousands of troops.

It sounds very domineering, and it is quite suitable for me. Jiang Lin picked up a classic and saw the introduction of the content above, thinking to himself.

The eighteen styles of the dragon.

Jiang Lin threw it aside when he saw the name. When he had to learn the Eighteen Styles, he wouldn't read it if it was too long.

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It sounds very handsome and suitable.

A sword filled the snow and frost.

The name is very soft and I like it very much.

The purple air comes from the east, deep in the mountains, stepping on the moon, asking the way to the sky, floating clouds make colorful, flying immortals from the sky...

Jiang Lin became more and more excited the more he looked at it. These sword moves were quite suitable. Although they had not yet been used, with his imagination, he could already see the handsome and handsome self who waved the sword moves.

However, I can't become a fat man in one bite. Jiang Lin couldn't make a choice. After calling the name and ordering, he only took one copy and went back.

It is not yet completely late yet, everyone's room is brightly lit, and the chat is even more lively in the big bunk bed, and there are also hilarious hilariousness from time to time.

Jiang Lin closed the door and took out the sword score in his arms. Although the sword score was hidden very deeply and had a lot of dust, it was still dug out by Jiang Lin.

The sword energy left the shape, Jiang Lin looked at the four big characters on the cover and there were only four short pages of paper. For nothing else, the number of words was small.

As the saying goes, a tree that is embraced with is born in a tiny bit, and starts with simple learning.

The title page is a message from the author: I am originally nameless, and people call me thirty-two swords. The sword energy remains in shape is the essence of what I have learned throughout my life and what I have learned throughout my life. However, I have no children or disciples behind me, and I am afraid that I will become a unique skill. I wrote this book to leave behind the insights of future generations.

Fortunately, if you want to practice this skill, you must castrate yourself first. When Jiang Lin saw the message, he thought of the gentleman sword in the Smiling and Proud Wanderer.

This is not the worst. The worst thing is that the last page says: You can succeed without castrating yourself.

Jiang Lin started to learn without thinking too much about anything else.

This sword move is divided into three realms:

The first realm is to transform qi into form, concentrate the mind and protect the qi.

The second realm is that the mind moves and the body follows, and the energy is the spirit.

The third realm is to move with you and transform thousands of illusions.

It sounds quite mysterious, but it is actually using sword energy to create a clone.

Jiang Lin tried to start practicing. Sword Ruins were the position where the sword cultivator condensed his sword energy, which was equivalent to the Dantian mentioned by other martial artists.

However, after entering the realm of a saint, the sword ruins no longer exist, and what needs to be realized is the power of the outside world.

Human power is limited, and although external power is not impossible to exhaust, compared to small people, it is still the difference between the pond and the sea.

Sensing all things, Jiang Lin calmed down, breathing slowly, and his soul slowly spread out.

Jiang Lin could hear the sound of wind and grass outside the door, and could feel the subtle movements of small animals in the grass.

Upwards is the entire starry sky, with things changing and stars moving. This starry sky has seen so many ups and downs in the world, and the tides are rising and falling.

Jiang Lin also began to adjust his breathing style as he felt it.

The door was pushed open, and Jiang Lin was focusing on external objects at this time and did not notice the slight movement in the room.

Hum? Jiang Lin felt his nose a little itchy, but Jiang Lin didn't care. Now is the critical moment, and Jiang Lin can start to condense his sword energy.

Hum? Something was stuck into the nose and was still stirring.

Jiang Lin couldn't help it anymore. He opened his eyes, but unexpectedly, what caught his eye was a big fat face.

After turning into a qi into a form, Jiang Lin's body had already reached the door, but he saw that there was still an himself on the bed.

Success! Jiang Lin was very happy and successfully achieved his first realm for the first time.

This feeling is very wonderful. This is the first sword move that Jiang Lin has learned here, and he has officially entered the ranks of sword cultivators.

Jiang Lin turned around and found that the person coming was Jun Wuyi. At this time, Jun Wuyi was holding a small grass and lifting Jiang Lin's nostrils.

Jun accidentally discovered that Jiang Lin didn't move for a moment, thinking that Brother Jiang had such talent and was not afraid of itchyness, so he threw away the grass and started to poke it.

But it didn't matter if it was poked, Jiang Lin's clone was immediately detonated and the sword energy scattered.

Jun Wuyi couldn't defend himself, but he wanted to resist but couldn't do it, so he directly faced with tons of damage.

Jiang Lin didn't expect that this defensive skill also had attack power, so he immediately closed the door and ran out.

Although Jiang Lin did not have time to condense too much sword energy, one ten thousandth of the sword qi of the sword saint was enough for you to bear it unintentionally.

The screams continued, resounding throughout Jianling, attracting the outer disciples who were about to fall asleep.

Everyone came with swords, and Zhao Shun also arrived as soon as possible.

When I heard the movement coming from Jianling's room, my heart was tightened. After getting along with each other during this period, everyone was like a family, encouraging and helping each other.

Zhao Shun broke through the door with a sword, but did not see Jiang Lin. He had only a huge body lying on the ground, his clothes were ragged by the sword energy.

Zhao Shun stepped forward to check his appearance, and looked at the faces that were scratched in front of him, and felt very familiar and didn't recognize him for a while.

"It's Senior Brother Jun!" A disciple recognized this person as Jun, the disciple of Elder Lei Bao of the Law Enforcement Hall, shouted unintentionally.

Everyone quickly helped and carried Jun, who was dull, to the law enforcement hall.

Fortunately, Jiang Lin had not condensed his sword intent yet, otherwise the sword intent of the sword saint would have wiped out Jun Wuyi's soul in an instant. From then on, Jun Wuyi would have to be a vegetable.

Jiang Lin and other onlookers dispersed and came back.

Seeing the mess inside the house, Jiang Lin was glad that he had no valuable things to put here, otherwise he would have lost all his money.

After cleaning up, Jiang Lin tried a few more sword energy to retain his shape, and was able to skillfully use the first level.

It is because this clone is released but cannot be taken back, so it is easy to accidentally hurt like before.

It seems that only by quickly practicing to the second level: the mind moves with the shape.

Satisfied, Jiang Lin, who had just fallen asleep, was called out by Zhao Shun again, confirming that Jiang Lin was not seriously injured, and Zhao Shun left.

Mr. Zhao is really a good person who cares about students. Jiang Lin sighed and tilted his head and fell asleep.

On the second day, a news circulated throughout Jianling: The eldest brother Jun accidentally entered the male disciple's room in the middle of the night, screamed and finally was carried out.

Half a day later, the incident spread to the streets and alleys of Qianren City. Qianren Daily: Shocked! The senior brother of Jiange broke into the male disciple's room at night, why did he scream repeatedly? Why was he carried out by everyone afterwards? If you want to know the incident, please pay attention to Qianren Daily.

In the law enforcement hall, Jun Wu's junior brothers who were recovering from injuries were trembling with fear, and the junior sister covered her mouth and laughed secretly, for some reason.

Until he saw the news, Jun lying on the bed without intention, his hands were hanging down weakly, his eyes lost their spirit, his lips trembled, and a tear squeezed out from the corners of his eyes.
Chapter completed!