Infinite Throne

   Chapter 845 Asking the Sword

   Outside the Sword Mound.

  Chenbei and Nie Shanhe waited quietly.

  The two waited for a while, knowing that Lin Yi would not come out so soon, and had nothing to do, so they started chatting.

  Chen Bei looked at Nie Shanhe with white hair on his temples, and couldn't help sighing with emotion: "You were a child back then, but in a blink of an eye, you have become an elder of Wen Jian Shan."

   "Uncle Master, your style is still the same." Nie Shanhe sighed softly: "It's just Master, I don't have the chance to see you again."

   Nie Shanhe said that the master was the last elder of Wenjianshan.

   The last Elder Wen Jianshan lived for 370 years.

   In the end, the passage of time is not enough, and it is lost.

   "It's okay, I'm about to go down and have a drink with him."

  Chen Bei smiled.

  Nie Shanhe was silent.

   Every monk is seeking immortality to prove the Way, but no one can live forever, and will eventually grow old.

   "Uncle Shi, why is it him?"

  Nie Shanhe was silent for a while, and finally couldn't help but ask.

   This question held him back for a long time.

   In his opinion, Lin Yi, this son, can comprehend the essence of the formation technique in a short time, and he can see that this son has a certain way. It's just that Nie Shanhe believes that Lin Yi lacks the firm will that an immortal cultivator should have, so he has no understanding and cannot go far.

   Just when Chenbei wanted to say something.

  In the sword tomb, there was a violent vibration.

   A burst of sword sounds, like a wave, swayed from the sword tomb.

  Chen Bei and Nie Shanhe's expressions suddenly changed, and they couldn't help but rush in.

   "That bastard, didn't he annoy the sword intent of our ancestors?"

When the idea of ​​  Chenbei first appeared, I subconsciously felt that it was impossible. But on second thought, **** it, it is that kid who is very likely to provoke all the sword intent!

   He began to regret secretly, was he too anxious to send him into the Sword Tomb?

  Nie Shanhe was okay, his concern for Lin Yi was not as obvious as that of Chen Bei. After his face changed a little, he quickly returned to calm.

  Chen Bei turned around in circles, ready to wait for Lin Yi to trigger the token, then rushed in.

  Waiting and waiting, the expected distress signal did not come, and the boiling sword mound soon quieted down.

  Chen Bei and Nie Shanhe looked at each other.

  Inside...what happened?

   is very violent!

  …

  …

What   Irin didn't know was that he missed a very important step when he entered the sword mound.

   When many inner disciples had the opportunity to come to Jianzhong to ask about swords, their elders would repeatedly remind them that they must respect the sword intent left by their ancestors.

   There are many taboos.

   For example, you can't make a lot of noise, you can't control the sky without authorization, you must burn incense and bathe, you must worship three times and nine times, and so on.

  The residual sword intent on the flying sword did not form a complete spiritual consciousness, it was just a touch of obsession.

   Most of these obsessions have inherited the pride of the former master. Once someone breaks into the sword tomb and disrespects them, they almost don’t have to use their brains, they will attack them directly, and they will beat the disrespectful group into scum.

  So...this is "Ask the Sword Mountain"!

  In the sword mound, mouth guns are king!

  A serious disciple of Tianjianmen, after entering the school, there will be a long period of time under a certain master, learning the rules, learning etiquette, bowing, and learning the essence of pleasing the elders.

In other words, even if their master didn't remind them, the first thing they did when they came to Jian Tomb was to bow to the flying swords left by their ancestors, and then to ask for them, hoping to give them the arrogant sword intent, from the very beginning. Get a wave of goodwill.

   But Irin doesn't understand.

   How did he know that these ancient swordsmen were so arrogant.

   As soon as he flew up and was about to pass over the top of the tens of thousands of flying swords, he annoyed the sword intent of this mountain top and prepared to slaughter this owl.

   In addition, Yi Rin originally had a little problem with the charm value, and it was easier to attract hatred, so there was a scene where the whole sword mound was almost overturned at the beginning.

  Irin immediately figured out the various joints, and without a word, fell back to the ground.

  “Om…”

   The sound of sword sounds from all directions weakened a bit.

   But Irin still faintly felt that an emotion called "anger" reverberated throughout the space.

   The buzzing sound in his ear at this moment made him feel like a group of resentful wives, lying in his ears and narrating their dissatisfaction.

   "I probably understand the customs clearance method."

   It turned out to be a good feeling degree!

  Irin straightened up his righteousness and began to inject spiritual power into the thousand machine flags given to Chenbei.

  With the consumption of psionic energy, the thousand machine flags flashed brightly, one for two, two for four, four for eight... Finally, thirty-two small flags of different colors circled around Yi Rin and spun around.

"go!"

  Irin smiled slightly, flicked his fingers, and thirty-two small flags fell in the sword mound.

   "The sky and the earth are infinite, and the universe borrows the law."

  Irin followed the pattern taught by the flower girl and began to set up the formation.

   Of course, if Flower Boy or Ren Qingshan came, they would probably be confused. Because Yilin's formation method is somewhat different from that of traditional monks. The distribution is not strictly according to the pattern of the twelve constellations. Among them, Yi Rin added a little bit of his own understanding of magic, crystal pattern, and supreme flow spells, and combined them into a nondescript and irregular "freedom". array".

   Thirty-two small flags turned into thirty-two faceless people in elder robes the moment they landed.

Thirty-two elders, following the highest standards of etiquette that have been passed down in Tianjianmen since ancient times, moved towards the flying swords in the sword mound, and began to worship three times and nine times, one step at a time, and then after the beating. I still kept knocking... After finishing a set of etiquette, the arrogant sword intent contained in the flying sword was finally accessible and comfortable.

  In the tomb of swords, there is peace and silence again.

   "No, it's quite simple."

   Yi Rin breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, these flying swords were not real people and were easy to fool. With a little trick, he flickered the angry flying sword in the sword tomb.

   Nonsense, thirty-two elders worship here, even the mourning halls of the past dynasties may not have this kind of treatment. After all, there are less than thirty-two elder-level figures still alive, and they can't make it up no matter how hard they get together. If they are not satisfied with this group of arrogant swordsmen, Yi Rin can only force it.

After all the sword intents quieted down in a round of continuous flattery, Yi Rin did not put away the thousand machine flags immediately, but let the thirty-two small flags surround him, and he looked at the flying one not far away. The sword looked very unique, and there was a faint stream of light on the sword, so he quietly stepped forward, and while Feijian had no objection, he stretched out his five fingers and quickly grasped the hilt of Feijian.

"Tianjianmen Preaching Garden, Fangyuan Mountain, Yanmo Mountain, Precept Mountain, Baicao Mountain, Wenjian Mountain, Spirit Beast Mountain, Zhujian Mountain, Taiyi Mountain are jointly named disciples, and the current head of Tianjianmen, her senior brother Chenbei Lunianzhi Jiao, Lin Yi, come here to ask for the sword, and hope that your ancestors will give the sword generously."

  Irin just grasped the hilt, when a cool breath suddenly came from the contact between the hilt and the palm. Without hesitation, Yi Rin immediately reported herself to her family, asking Jian to ask Jian, focusing on the word "ask". Since it's a question, the self-reported title is naturally the better.

   That cool and moist aura, as soon as it penetrated into Yi Rin's body, turned sharply and suddenly became extremely freezing cold, making Yi Rin instantly feel like he was in a polar glacier. In the blink of an eye, Yi Rin trembled all over, her skin and hair tips were covered with a layer of white frost, and when she opened her mouth to breathe, the breath she exhaled condensed into a white mist, and her whole body seemed to be a living ice sculpture.

   Yi Rin's face changed slightly, he forcibly endured the biting chill in his body, and wanted to forcibly pull out the variant of the five elements, the ice attribute flying sword. But he tried his best, but he couldn't pull the flying sword out of the ground with brute force.

   As time passed, the frost on the surface of Yi Rin's body became thicker and thicker, until Yi Rin felt that his consciousness was starting to become blurred, and finally he couldn't hold on anymore and let go of his hand. The chill quietly receded, and he hurriedly sat on the ground, running the pitifully weak aura in his body. After about half an hour, Yi Rin finally cleared the alien aura in his body, and his limbs warmed up.

   Turned over to look at the palm of the hand that drew the sword just now. The palm was blue and purple, obviously frostbitten.

  Irin stared at her frostbitten palm.

   "That means...disagree?"

   Fantasy linkage.

   (end of this chapter)