Lin Zisan's fingers trembled slightly.

A swordsman should have collapsed in front of him without changing his color. It is really a bad thing for him to have such violent mood swings.

This young man should be Lin Zhuojiu from the girl's previous mouth.

The name Lin Zhujiu is of no fame in the entire world of practitioners.

At least he is sure of it himself. He has the same surname as Lin, but his name is Lin Zisan, which is much louder than Lin Zhujiu.

Many practitioners from other countries have heard of his name, but they should have never heard of the name Lin Zhujiu.

However, even if he only listens to these simple conversations, he can be sure that Lin Zhuojiu’s usual practice is the most cruel practice, and he can improve his realm and strength in the real battle of life and death.

There were originally many practitioners among the group of horse thieves in Yunmeng Mountain, but compared with ordinary practitioners, they can use any despicable means to win the battle when their survival is threatened.

He could not imagine how a practitioner of his age would face such a cruel horse thief and eventually kill them all.

What he couldn't imagine was that Lin Zhuojiu should have suffered a lot of injuries, but in this situation, his uncle actually wanted him to come back to face all the young talents who participated in the sword club?

Even if this young man named Lin Zhuojiu is stronger than Ye Xinhe, he is too ruthless and is not afraid of breaking the string or leaving hidden diseases that hinder his future practice?

"Uncle Qi is really a little crazy." Ye Xinhe said coldly at this time.

There was a heat floating, and the second bowl of noodles was brought over.

Lin Zhuojiu was very happy and nodded in praise and said, "I think so too."

Ye Xinhe seemed to be helpless when facing him. She raised her eyebrows slightly and turned her head to look at the girl named Yan Xinlan, "You thought I was wrong before. Now Uncle Qi called him back to the mountain gate, and she was not afraid that the people in the world would say that our Bashan Sword Field was mysterious and said that we were opening the mountain to accept disciples. As a result, it turned out that the Bashan Sword Field was demonstrating to the world, so that the world could see how the Bashan Sword Field is now?"

Lin Zhuojiu was eating noodles quickly again, and the sound of eating noodles was as loud as a snoring, which was in sharp contrast to Lin Zhuojiu's previous slowness.

He put soup and water in his voice, and his voice sounded blurry: "I also say that Master Qi is the same. I am not the kind of pervert he hopes for. After staying in Yunmeng Mountain for so long, who doesn't want to take a break? But Master Qi said why do you need to explain it to others in Bashan Sword Field? What's more, Master Qi said that Master Yu and Uncle Gu both have their own ideas, and it may not be that anyone who wins will be able to become a disciple of Bashan Sword Field."

"Don't judge the victory or defeat?" Ye Xinhe frowned.

Lin Zhuojiu had a skull with a skull on his head, and he nodded slightly with some funny words, saying, "And it is a rare public enrollment, and there are more than one or two."

“The most important question.”

Yan Xinlan listened carefully until Lin Zhuojiu finished the second bowl of noodles and started drinking soup. She asked softly, "Uncle Qi, Master Yu, Uncle Gu and others are close to you. Recently, you have been practicing with Master Qi. Although we have been disciples of Bashan Sword Field, when we were practicing before, Master Gu has been in seclusion without knowing where we have seen him. Moreover, we have not been learning swords with someone, so we are not necessarily the ones who must be the personal disciples. Then, this time, Master Gu is included in it, or are we not among the candidates he chose?"

"Of course."

After Lin Zhuojiu took the last sip of soup, he stretched his waist with great satisfaction and said with a smile: "Otherwise, Uncle Qi is in a hurry to ask me to come back for whatever he wants. Uncle Gu's selection of disciples is no longer limited to the Qin people. Of course, he will choose whoever he likes."

Lin Zisan's heart beat violently again when he heard this, but the next moment, he unconsciously lowered his head and felt ashamed. He thought that even if Gu Liren was not conservative, there were too many young people better than him. Even if he didn't judge the victory or defeat, no matter how he chose, it seemed impossible to take him.

"It's going to be busy."

Lin Zhuojiu picked up a bowl of cold tea on the table and took a sip. Then he nodded to Yan Xinlan and Ye Xinhe, got up and walked out of the wine shop.

With a rush.

When he walked out of the shop, a cloth was shook on the bag behind him, and he picked it up on his back as interestingly as a wine flag. The crooked handwriting on it was very eye-catching: "If you want to enter Bashan, ask me the sword first."

The night is fresh, the banana leaves are even fresher when they are rained, and even the old trees mixed in the middle of the streets and alleys exude a fresh atmosphere.

But these are not as fresh as Lin Zhuojiu.

Although this kind of town in Bashan is remote and sparsely populated, the Jinghu Association is attracting attention from all over the world. Yu Zuochi's words have already made Bashan Sword Field the most famous sword sect in the world at this time. The public acceptance of disciples in Bashan Sword Field has nothing to do with whether it is located in a remote place. It is the biggest event in the world of cultivators.

Putting aside this, the battle in the world of cultivators is no more solemn and dignified than the children's play. Even if you challenge someone, you will not be like a joke or casual relationship with Lin Zhuojiu at this time, let alone challenging everyone so arrogantly.

The quiet town suddenly became lively.

It was like a pot of prepared ingredients that were suddenly sprinkled by a magic hand. The lazy smell suddenly became full of gold and iron, and the moist and fresh air was filled with a sharp smell.

An applause suddenly rang out.

In addition to applause, there are also sounds of zither and zither.

The sound is not messy, just like many musicians playing carefully.

If it is in the places where officials live in other big cities, or in the bustling places where restaurants and flowers are continuous, this sound will not be abrupt, but at this time, it gives people the feeling that it is no less than the flag raised behind Lin Zhujiu.

Lin Zhuojiu looked at the source of the sound in shock.

It was a small courtyard. His memory was probably an old tea shop that was just like a business, with a lot of old tea piled up inside. The shop was a foreigner who moved here to avoid disaster in the early years. He lost his wife and was not good at talking to others. He lay half on an old rattan chair all day long, holding a yellow cat, and exuded a rotten smell like those old teas.

However, at this moment, he calmed down and even the door frame and wall of the courtyard seemed to have been decorated. At some point, two beautiful dark flowers were brought to the door.

The flowers are not even known to be brewing wine in the forest. I believe they are not the local variety of Bashan itself, but the branches are twisted and vigorous like dragons, and are obviously carved by skillful craftsmen.

The most unexpected thing is that the palace lanterns lit up one by one in the dim courtyard, and the fragrance was scented up. More than a dozen gorgeous women in palace costumes came out in a row.

There was constant music inside, and more than a dozen beautiful women in palace clothes smiled lovely, holding flower baskets, constantly sprinkling flowers and petals, and the setting sun was colorful.

"It's Mr. Ling Si!"

I don’t know who woke up like a dream, but a scream woke everyone up.

"Is this really a good way?"

Not to mention Lin Zhuojiu, who was facing more than ten gorgeous women in palace costumes, even Ye Xinhe who came afterwards was a little dumbfounded.

The fourth young master Ling in Yingdu of Chu is extremely famous. It is rumored that among the practitioners of the same generation, he has never lost his life. The Ling family has the largest workshops in the Chu realm, which is rich enough to rival a country. The Ling family has a total of seven young masters, all of whom are constantly taught by famous teachers and even have powerful sword scriptures. However, among them, the fourth young master Ling stands out and far surpasses the rest.

If Mr. Ling Si competes in swords, there will definitely be a beautiful maid playing music and sprinkling flowers, and the formation will be huge.

Many people had previously heard this kind of rumor and thought it might not be true, but they did not expect that even when they arrived in Bashan, the Fourth Young Master Ling was still in this kind of situation.

However, after these more than ten beautiful women in palace costumes walked out of the courtyard, the fourth young master Ling still did not appear. Instead, a long-legged woman who was more gorgeous and dignified than these women came to Lin Zhuojiu with a green shark sheathed sword in her hand, bowed slightly and bowed slightly.

Then, without saying anything, a sword sounded, and an extremely domineering sword light turned into five, and directly fell to Lin Zhuojiu like a mountain collapsed and fell toward Lin Zhuojiu.

Lin Zhuojiu opened his mouth, but he couldn't help but burp.

His sword had already stabbed out quickly before the sound of burping.
Chapter completed!