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Chapter 13 Heterogeneous

"Thanks."

When everyone's eyes were still on the bloodline between Mr. Ling Si's eyebrows, Lin Zhuojiu let out a sigh and then saluted again to Mr. Ling Si.

When everyone present looked at him again, everyone felt that Lin Zhuojiu's breath had completely changed.

The dark and fierce murderous intent, the aura that even had a cruel and rotten smell, had completely disappeared.

At this time, Lin Zhuijiu was very peaceful, and even gave people the feeling that it was ordinary, which was not much different from a traveler returning home.

Young Master Ling paused slightly.

"for you."

He threw the sword in his hand directly in front of Lin Zhuojiu.

With a sneer, the wide sword tip pierced into the stone floor in front of Lin Zhuojiu like a rotten wood.

"You are welcome."

He stretched out a finger to wipe the wound between his eyebrows, and the bloodline faded a lot.

For some reason, many people were inexplicably relieved as they saw the wound not penetrated.

For some reason, Lin Zisan couldn't help but clap.

The applause sounded, and no one felt it was abrupt at this time.

Just a sound that was like a chorus of gold and iron, even seemed a little harsh, sounded lowly beside him, "Why applaud?"

Lin Zisan was stunned and looked in the sound and saw a middle-aged man wearing ordinary coarse linen, with his hair disguised.

The middle-aged man's face should have a square face, but his hair hangs down on both sides makes his face look sharp and thin. A sharpness follows his lower body, as if it is about to stab the ground.

His eyes were also particularly sharp. Lin Zisan just looked at the man's eyes and felt as if he had been stabbed several swords.

“Because it’s wonderful.”

Lin Zisan intuition that this man should be a powerful practitioner. He bowed slightly and bowed, saying, "And both of them have the spirit of a gentleman, and they deserve respect."

The middle-aged man's mouth slightly raised, and a look of disdain appeared, as if he did not fully agree with his words, and even felt it was a bit ridiculous.

But he then still looked at Lin Zisan and asked, "You can see it wonderful, how do you think it's wonderful?"

"These two are much better than me. Each sword is wonderful. If I fight with them, I'm afraid I can't catch it." Lin Zisan's heart was naturally heard, but he felt that this answer was inappropriate. He frowned slightly, thought about it seriously, and said, "Lin Zhuojiu swept the murderous intent he had accumulated and the shadow left in his heart with one sword. But he also had to meet the opponent and a strong opponent like Ling Si, so that his sword could be fully realized. Before Lin Zhuojiu came out of the sword, his mood was still a little unstable. He was still as if he woke up from a nightmare from time to time, and he was addicted to the cruel battle and could not escape, but he was able to use this sword to melt the murderous intent. Moreover, the sword intent was so stable and powerful, and I'm afraid that there were not many people in the world who could do it... But it was also the strength of Ling Si, who could force him to do this. Such a stunning and stunning showdown between the two people could see anywhere else."

The middle-aged man's face was originally a bit serious, but when Lin Zisan said this, his face slowly eased, and even the face that was pinched by the hair on both sides seemed to become softer.

"What's your name?" he asked.

Lin Zisan was a little shy and said embarrassedly: "Lin Zisan."

The middle-aged man pondered slightly and said, "It seems like he has heard of it."

Lin Zisan didn't understand the middle-aged man's meaning and hesitated, "Senior, who are you?"

"Yu Yijin." The middle-aged man looked at Lin Zisan and said, "I am from Bashan Sword Field. Do you want to enter Bashan Sword Field and be my disciple?"

"What?"

Lin Zisan and Ye Xinhe and Yan Xinlan stood very close. As soon as the middle-aged man said this, Ye Xinhe and Yan Xinlan were shocked, turned around and looked at the middle-aged man in disbelief: "Master Yu?"

Yu Yijin glanced at Ye Xinhe and Yan Xinlan in a blink of an eye, but did not say anything, but looked like he felt that Ye Xinhe and Yan Xinlan were fussing.

Lin Zisan widened his eyes in surprise. Could it be that Ye Xinhe and Yan Xinlan had never seen this master before?

"Is it really Mr. Yu?"

Ye Xinhe looked at the middle-aged man, but her eyebrows were slightly raised.

Yu Yijin's brows were slightly frowned.

"Although I have never seen Master Yu, at least I know that Master Yu has accepted a disciple named Mao Qile." Ye Xinhe said: "And I heard from the elders of the master sect that Master Yu is extremely satisfied with the disciple he accepted."

"Who said that one person can only accept one disciple?" Yu Yijin's eyebrows were slightly raised. Even though they were covered by his hanging hair, there was a vaguely sharp breath that spread along the corners of his eyebrows towards the air.

Ye Xinhe's expression remained unchanged. He looked at Lin Zisan and then said, "I just can't understand why I chose him as my disciple if it was Master Yu."

Yu Yijin's eyebrows quietly stood up.

He glanced at Ye Xinhe, and just glanced at him, without saying a word, a sword light came out from his sleeve.

This sword light was black and had scales on the surface, like a black python.

The sword path was very clear, and it seemed that it was not fast, and pointed straight towards Ye Xinhe's chest.

Ye Xinhe's brows were deeply furrowed. His figure moved several times, but found that no matter how he dodged, he could not avoid the tip of the sword that was stabbed.

He set his sword.

A clear sword light was picked out obliquely, stabbing Yu Yijin's wrist.

However, Yu Yijin's wrist sank and directly pressed his sword body. Ye Xinhe felt cold in her heart. The sword body in her hand felt like it was pressing a mountain. Before she could turn the sword body, Yu Yijin's sword had already landed on his chest.

The tip of the sword fell on his chest, but there was a bang.

Ye Xinhe's face turned pale, she took three steps in a row, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Yu Yijin took the sword and his sword light quickly disappeared in his hand, but there was a depression on Ye Xinhe's chest and clothes. Although his clothes were not even cracked, the depression was slowly bounced after he took the sword, as if there was always a condensed but unreleased force on it.

"It's enough to be polite, shameful, and sensible."

Yu Yijin glanced at Ye Xinhe again and said, "You are not bad either."

His first half of the sentence is obviously to answer Ye Xinhe’s question, but the next sentence is real appreciation.

At this time, the rest of the people on the street had not yet reacted. They were still watching Lin Zhuojiu and Mr. Ling Si. When they turned around, they were stunned in their eyes, not understanding why someone suddenly took action here.

"Master Yu?"

Lin Zhuojiu saw clearly what he had just made of, and he flew over and bowed to Yu Yijin.

"You're even better."

Yu Yijin nodded slightly, said to Lin Zhuojiu, paused slightly, and then said, "Junior Brother Qi trained better than me."

His words contain two meanings, and Ye Xinhe on one side understood them all.

One is that Lin Zhuojiu is stronger than Ye Xinhe, and the other is that Lin Zhuojiu should be better than the Mao Qi Layer he trained.

Yu Yijin is also an alien in Bashan Sword Field.

I heard from the teacher in the sect that Yu Yijin was a butcher at the beginning, just slaughtering pigs and sheep. However, one day he suddenly became enlightened, and he learned to understand the cultivation method of absorbing the essence of heaven and earth without a teacher. Later, he practiced in Bashan and rarely read the sword scriptures, and most of them used their own sword moves.

He rarely stayed in the Bashan Sword Field, so young disciples like their generation had only heard of names and deeds, but had never seen real people.

Although this person is an alien and has no reputation outside, many teachers, including the uncle Qi who taught him practice recently, have told him that if he fights life and death, in terms of combat power, Yu Yijin can be at least the top five in the Bashan Sword Field.

Such a teacher's praise is naturally more important.
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