Ma Kui said nothing, walked over with a cold face and began to search Lin Yun carefully.

More and more people gathered from the audience, holding their breath and refused to move away from their eyes.

Arms, empty!

On the chest, empty!

Behind it, empty!

Legs, empty!

Nothing...

Ma Kui's face was gloomy and he said coldly: "Take it off!"

According to his words, Lin Yun took off his long gown of the sect.

But there was still nothing. Ma Kui turned over his clothes carefully, not to mention that he couldn't even find a hidden weapon.

The sun shines on Lin Yun's strong body, and the tibia and muscles that have been trained by qi and blood are extremely strong. It is just that some of the damage on the skin is very dazzling, with new injuries and old marks.

"Damn it, you sword slave, what headscarf is there?"

Nothing was found, Ma Kui was furious and pulled off his headscarf.

But a strip of cloth naturally had nothing.

When the headscarf was gone, the purple sword slave mark on the middle of the eyebrows seemed particularly eye-catching. Some people frowned slightly and showed disdain on their faces, causing a lot of whimpering.

Compared to Ma Kui who was furious, Lin Yun closed his eyes and his heart was not fluctuating.

I just recalled some past events and some sad memories.

"Xi Jiange threw away the sword of the inner disciple and said, did you steal it?"

Zhou Ping kicked the original owner to the ground and said viciously.

The original owner looked frightened and was extremely anxious inside. He shivered when he spoke: "No... no, no, Brother Zhou, listen to me, sword... I definitely couldn't steal it, I wouldn't steal it."

"You dare to talk back!"

Zhou Ping's sword sheath in his hand hit the original owner hard on the back and said in a deep voice: "I said you stole it, you stole it. If you can't find the sword, use the pills Su Ziyao gave you to you to pay the bill, otherwise I will expel you from Qingyun!"

"It's his stealing, it must be his stealing!"

"Who else can be there besides him!"

"It must have been stolen by him. I see that he is usually serious and serious, so he is not a good person."

The surrounding servants pointed at the original owner, talking and talking, and making money.

"I...I, no."

The original owner endured the severe pain behind him, his face twitched in pain, and wanted to refute but found that it was so painful that he didn't even have the strength to speak.

The picture changes, in the dormitory of the peddler room.

The original owner curled up alone on the bed, touching the mark on his forehead. In order to stay in Qingyun, he chose to become a sword slave today.

Deep inside, he felt a little uneasy, and the pain from the eyebrows from time to time made him toss and turn and unable to sleep.

But when I thought of something, I gradually fell asleep.

Late at night, the original owner was given a lot of servitude

He fell out and woke up.

It was raining outside the house, and the original owner was covered in all over his body and was soaked in the spot, and said in confusion: "What are you doing?"

"Get out, this is a servile house, not a place where you, a sword slave, should stay."

"You have become a sword slave, and you still want to sleep with us?"

The rain was pouring, and the original owner felt cold all over. He could not erase the rain on his face after applying it several times.

Through the blurred rain eyes, he looked at the servants under the eaves.

The original owner begged weakly: "Even if I drive me away, can I wait until the rain stops and then rush, let me stay overnight tonight."

"Get out, get out quickly. You are a sword slave and are not qualified to live with us."

"This is your trash, get out of here."

Someone threw Lin Yun's package out of the house.

Bang! A group of servants closed the door directly.

In the middle of the night, it was raining heavily.

The original owner held the package and was almost soaked in water, surrounded by endless cold and loneliness.

Like Lin Yun now, he bit his lip and turned around without saying a word.

The picture gradually disappeared, Lin Yun opened his eyes and looked at Ma Kui and said, "Have you found it?"

"I!"

Ma Kui said the word "I", but he couldn't continue. He really didn't find anything.

But at this moment, he saw the storage bag around Lin Yun's waist and said in front of him: "Storage bag, your hidden weapon must be hidden in the storage bag!"

absurd!

Everyone knows that opening the storage bag requires distraction and it takes some time to go.

If he did this in the battle, he would not be able to hide it in full view of everyone.

"If there is no hidden weapon you want in this storage bag, what are you going to do?"

Lin Yun looked at Ma Kui and asked in a deep voice.

"If this storage bag has no hidden weapons, I, Ma Kui, kneel down to apologize to you!"

Ma Kui, who was already in a difficult position to get off the tiger, was extremely anxious. He must have hidden weapons, otherwise how could my hand be injured!

“As you wish.”

Lin Yun took out the burial flower sword from the storage bag, held it in his hand, and took out some debris.

I felt a little troublesome, so I took all the items in the storage bag out after a while.

rock!

Countless gold, silver and treasures tilted out, and under the sunlight, they stunned the eyes of many people.

In addition to treasures, there are more than a thousand low-grade spirit stones, which are more eye-catching.

Gu Long, the many outer disciples below swallowed their saliva, and they never expected that Lin Yun had such financial resources.

His eyes were staring at the spirit stones and the dazzling gold and silver treasures.

Apart from these two, the others are inconspicuous debris, such as elixirs, clothing, dry food, monsters and beasts.

There is anything, there is material.

It just doesn’t have the hidden weapon Ma Kui wants!

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Ma Kui was crazy and searched for a random look inside, when he saw a scroll ready to open.

Lin Yun raised his eyebrows and shouted immediately: "Stop!"

"Hahaha, the hidden weapon must be inside!"

Ma Kui's eyes lit up, but he ignored Lin Yun and reached out to unfold the scroll.

boom!

The wind was strong in the field, and Lin Yun's palm was buried with the flower sword spinning wildly.

The next moment, Lin Yun held the hilt of the sword and stabbed Ma Kui with his sword sheath.

The sword body was carrying Lin Yun and flew up like lightning. As soon as Ma Kui turned around, he was hit hard by the sword sheath.

Puchi!

He spit out a mouthful of blood, and flew out like a sandbag. After falling heavily, he groaned several times.

Everything happened in the flash of lightning. No one expected that Lin Yun, whose face had been calm, would suddenly take action.

It's so scary as soon as you take action.

"Liufeng Sword Technique!"

"This is the killer move of Liufeng Sword Technique, gathering swords to become Feng!"

A sudden scream came from below, but someone recognized Lin Yun's sword move, which immediately caused an uproar.

Some people previously thought that Lin Yun’s practice of Liufeng’s sword technique was a rumor of false news and could be broken without provoking it.

"Lin Yun, if I don't expand the scroll, I'll check it out."

The referee picked up the scroll that landed on the ground and looked at Lin Yun and asked.
To be continued...