Lin Yun said to himself that this was a bit too cold.

Although the snow-capped mountains are cold, Yue Weiwei is also very bored, but after all, Lin Wan and Luo Shuyi are accompanying her.

There are also many disciples practicing halfway up the mountain. As the place where the holy vein of the Tianxiang Palace is located, it is still quite lively on weekdays.

But the Shuihan Mountain is so cold that it is very cold. It should have been inhabited by people, but now it has all moved away.

When I arrived at the top of the mountain, there was still no one there. Apart from a piano platform, there was only the cold wind whistling.

Isn't the Holy Elder here?

Just when Lin Yun was at a loss, a strange noise came from the bottom of the cliff, and Lin Yun went forward and looked down.

At the bottom of the cliff, beside the stream flowing water of the waterfall, there was a figure playing the pipa.

It was a quiet valley, with the sounds echoing in the valley, and the sounds of nature resounding.

Lin Yun was a little stunned, the other party was singing Laughing Hongchen.

The world is ridiculous, and infatuation is the most boring.

The song was sung in her mouth, with less freedom and more loneliness.

The valley itself is cold, and when the notes are remembered, it seems even colder.

Lin Yun leaped down with his teeth and fell into the valley in the cold wind. He waited until the other party finished playing the song before he was ready to speak.

"You're here."

But Mu Xueling spoke first, and she was not surprised by Lin Yun's arrival.

Lin Yun nodded, then stepped forward and told the other party about his troubles.

Mu Xueling's emotions did not fluctuate, but there seemed to be a flash of disappointment in her eyes, and she whispered: "I think you are here to ask me about the rhythm."

Lin Yun said: "I am a famous swordsman after all."

"It's okay, it's all the same. I can teach you." Mu Xueling said softly.

Can you really teach?

Swish!

Without giving Lin Yun time to doubt, Mu Xueling stretched out his hand and a slender sword jumped out of the water.

"Lin Xiao, draw out your sword and use all your sword techniques to fight me. I will use the same cultivation and martial arts will as you."

"Yes, Holy Elder." Lin Yun pulled out the Burial Flower Sword.

"Get out the sword."

"yes."

Lin Yun pulled his sword out of the sheath, and the moment the Tianqiong sword intent was released, he stabbed the opponent cleanly with one sword.

Mu Xueling held the sword in his right hand and just moved slightly.

clang!

The moment the two swords touched, Lin Yun felt a strange force suppressing his sword intent. Before he could stop, Mu Xueling's sword fell on his neck.

"You lost." Mu Xueling looked at Lin Yun and said, "Come again."

Lin Yun had just now had the will of the sky sword filled his whole body, but if the other party really wanted to swing the sword, it would be difficult for Lin Yun to guarantee that he would be able to avoid this sword.

The other party's sword is very scary.

"yes!"

Lin Yun took action again.

clang clang clang!

Mars flew everywhere in the quiet valley, and Lin Yun lost nine times in a row.

The most successful one was to resist Mu Xueling's nine moves.

"Your swordsmanship doesn't seem to be very good..." Mu Xueling said in confusion: "Are you really a disciple of Yaoguang?"

Lin Yun felt ashamed.

It's really embarrassing to be looked down upon by a Si Le.

But no matter how they fight, Lin Yun's sword moves can always be found by the opponent. The opponent's sword intent continues to flow, but there is no flaw at all.

He defeated himself easily.

"No, I don't laugh at Yao Guang and you, but I'm just wondering why you have such a strong attainment in swordsmanship, why haven't you mastered the sword heart yet."

Mu Xueling pondered: "I just simulated some methods of clear sword hearts."

"What is Sword Heart?"

Lin Yun's heart moved and said quickly.

"Then the problem is not big. I will teach you how to master the mind of practicing swords. Come with me."
Chapter completed!