Inheritance of Endless Martial Spirit

Chapter 236
In front of Xiaoyao Hall, Yuwenjin, Yuwenye, Yuwenyu, Yuwenhuo, Yuwenyan, Huanmeng brothers and sisters, and Yuwenfeng stood side by side, and everyone was like a dragon.

Each of them received the best guidance, practiced the most brilliant martial arts, and had the most abundant resources. Among their peers, few could match them.

Now, brother and sister Yuwen Huan and Yu Wenmeng have reached the second-rate peak realm, and they are already perfect in all aspects. They are only short of being able to be promoted to the first-rate realm.

Shen Lin was still dressed in a clean white long gown, unearthly and refined. Beside him, Wu Xingyun and Wu Yazi, as the elders of the Xiaoyao Sect, quietly looked at Shen Lin and instructed his disciples.Among them, Wu Yazi looked at Shen Lin with relief and pride, but Wu Xingyun's eyes were full of complicated emotions, which could not be expressed clearly.

Shen Lin asked: "The [-]-day period has already passed halfway. How are you doing in the martial arts you each chose?"

Yu Wenjin bowed and looked at his master with the purest admiration and admiration in his eyes: "I would like to tell you, Master, the martial arts chosen by me and my juniors have already been practiced proficiently. Junior Feng's comprehension of martial arts The strongest, the Zhan Xing Jue sword technique has been cultivated to the realm of Xiaocheng."

Shen Lin turned his head to look at Yu Wenfeng, and saw that his whole body was full of sharpness, like a precious sword without a sheath, with a frightening edge, and there seemed to be a saber spirit between his brows.

"Very good, your comprehension is good, and you are not lazy." Shen Lin nodded with satisfaction, and said with a smile, "There is nothing left and right today, so as a teacher, I will lower my cultivation level to your level and fight against you. Maybe it can give you some insights."

Hearing Shen Lin's words, the eight apprentices all showed delighted expressions. They all knew that their master was one of the strongest in the world. Even the master Wu Yazi once admitted that he might not be Shen Lin's opponent.Now such a peerless master is willing to lower his cultivation base and serve as their training partner, such a dedicated master, how can they not respect him from the bottom of his heart?
"Jin'er, you come first!" Shen Lin said with a slight smile, suppressing her cultivation to the first-class mid-stage.

Yu Wenjin's expression turned serious, and he stared at Shen Lin with a pair of tiger eyes. He knew that Master's martial arts cultivation was definitely far superior to his own. If he wanted to win, it was absolutely impossible. After a few rounds, it was luck.

"Master, please give me some pointers," Yu Wenjin snorted, and pointed quickly, leaving a little bit of finger strength in the void, covering many acupuncture points around Shen Lin's body, "Dian Cang refers to the seventh style, and points to Broken Moon to draw the universe. !"

Knowing that Shen Lin's strength is superb, Yu Wenjin did not dare to neglect, as soon as he made a move, it was the ultimate move that he had comprehended, the seventh form of Diancang fingering.As soon as you point it out, the finger wind is hunting, the momentum is extraordinary, as if the moonlight is projecting, it can't be tolerated anywhere, so that people can only lose helplessly in the dense and seamless fingering force.

"It's a bit interesting to practice, not bad!" Shen Lin laughed, without drawing out his weapon, his body flickered, and the seemingly impenetrable canopy of fingers all brushed against Shen Lin's skirt , couldn't even pierce Shen Lin's skirt, let alone hit Shen Lin.

"However, there are still some shortcomings." Shen Lin looked at the big disciple who was struggling to attack, with tough and strong eyes, and smiled slightly, "Don't just attack by force, use offense instead of defense, and face some opponents who are lower than yourself. One hit kills. But if you face an opponent stronger than yourself, it is easy to be killed by one hit."

After finishing speaking, Shen Lin slowly raised his right hand, with the index finger and middle finger attached together, and slowly pointed out a finger.

This finger is not a complete set of moves, the speed is not fast, and it doesn't seem to have much lethality, but when Yu Wenjin made the next move, the center of his eyebrows was obviously sent to Shen Lin's fingertips, as if voluntarily. deathly.

Predicting the enemy first is the essence of Dugu Nine Swords' tricks, but after reaching a certain level of cultivation, it can be done naturally without any formulas.

"If I were your enemy, with this finger, you would already be dead." Shen Lin's eyes suddenly became serious, "Jin'er, your personality is calm, delicate and rigorous, but you are too eager to deal with martial arts. Seek success, you must know, it’s too late, facing an enemy stronger than you, saving your life is more important than injuring your opponent.”

"When you eliminate [-]% of the sharp meaning of the Diancang Fingering, you will not be far from realizing the eighth movement of the Diancang Fingering."

Yu Wenjin's body was shocked, as if he had sensed something, he bowed and said, "Thank you, master!"

Shen Lin smiled slightly, and looked at the second disciple: "Ye'er, you can do it too!"

"Yes!" Yu Wenye is the oldest among the female disciples. He is now 15 years old and has already begun to fall in love. There is a little light in Shen Lin's eyes. The attractiveness is really immeasurable.

Yu Wenye restrained his mind, slowly pulled out a pure white sword, held a sword flower, stared at Shen Lin, and said: "Huanxue swordsmanship, Piao Miao thirteen styles, master, please teach me!"

"You girl is so confident that you have also practiced two martial arts." Shen Lin smiled lightly and shook his head, "Forget it, you can do it!"

Dressed in a blue gauze dress, bright wrists and willow waists, 15-year-old Yu Wenye has already shown the young appearance of a beautiful woman in the city, and Gu Pan has the beauty of Xishi Zhaojun.

call!
Pure white horses flew out from Yuwen Ye's sleeves, flying one after another, covering all directions and eight poles, and Yuwen Ye, flickering in the sea of ​​horses, could only see through the white veils. A charming young girl dances colorfully.

"This girl, she has good comprehension," Shen Lin nodded slightly. This Yu Wenye and Yu Wenjin started at the same time. Although the internal strength is slightly inferior to Yu Wenjin's, the talent for practicing martial arts is higher than Yu Wenjin's. .

Piao Miao's thirteen postures have been practiced to this level, and she has already reached the extreme level of proficiency, and Yu Wenye can practice Piao Miao's thirteen postures to the level of Xiaocheng with only one enlightenment.

In just seven or eight days, Yu Wenye's talent can be so diligent, and he can indeed be called the arrogance of the world.

"Master, Ye Zi offended!" Yuwen Ye's voice sounded outside Pi Lian, and a ray of light penetrated through the white gauze and reflected in Shen Lin's eyes.

Shen Lin smiled slightly, his body moved slightly, he had moved three steps away, a white horse brushed past his body, Yu Wenye was drawn from the horse like a green leaf in the snow, and his waist was blue On his belt, a silver light suddenly appeared.

"The first form of the Huanxue sword technique, the sky is full of snowflakes!"

There is a lot of sword energy, pure white is better than snow, Yu Wenye seems to have comprehended the essence of this style of magic snow swordsmanship.

"Good time!" Shen Lin admired sincerely, and said with a smile, "But it's almost there!"

After finishing speaking, Shen Lin pointed at the sword and said with a smile, "The Waking of Insects!"

Just like the flickering of stinging stings, the sky is full of glazed sword glows, and every single glazed sword glow is accurately positioned on Yu Wenye's snowflake sword energy, just disappearing with it invisible, neither more nor less , which is one inch off, not one more flower.In just one breath, the snowflake sword energy that filled the sky disappeared.

This trick covered the sky with snowflakes, and Shen Lin broke especially cleanly.

"Master is really powerful," Yu Wenye was like a green leaf elf in the white snow, he missed a single blow, shuttled and flickered among the white horses, his soft sword nodded, stabbing at Shen Lin with one sword or two from time to time.

Shen Lin didn't counterattack, and pointed to the sword as if it were heavy. Every time he made a move, although Yu Wenye's Huanxue sword technique was ghostly and unpredictable, like falling snow, without any trace, he was always pointed by Shen Lin. Weaknesses eliminate all strength.

While parrying Yuwenye's swordsmanship, Shen Lin told Yuwenye the essence of Huanxue swordsmanship and Yuwenye's shortcomings.Although Shen Lin did not study this sword art in depth, but the way of sword art can be mastered in all ways, and it is the same goal by different routes. In addition, Shen Lin also absorbed the mystery of this sword art in order to perfect the holy spirit sword art. Shen Lin's understanding of Huan Xue's swordsmanship is definitely far superior to Yu Wenye's.

"Listening to master's instructions is better than Ye Zi's own practice for a long time!" Yuwen Ye said with a smile, "Master, Ye Zi has just realized something again, let's take it! The eighth form of the magic snow swordsmanship, the world is full of snow!"

In the white horse training, bits and pieces of snowflake sword energy fell one after another, and each point of sword energy carried a fierce sword force, which was no small matter.

"Have you realized the realm of Xiaocheng?" Shen Lin's mouth curled up, "Little girl has a good understanding!"

Yu Wenye smiled lightly: "Master, if you don't take it seriously, Ye Zi will win!"

The corner of Shen Lin's mouth hooked: "Really?"

A soft sword appeared on Shen Lin's neck, and Yu Wenye's proud voice sounded: "Master, Ye Zi won!"

"Really?" The corner of Shen Lin's mouth hooked slightly, and his figure gradually dissipated.

Beside Yu Wenye, a white figure appeared instantly, and a little chestnut lightly clasped her head: "Little girl, you are still a few years away!"

(End of this chapter)