Killing Evolution From a Sword

At this time, Qian Haowen remembered the sword Zhang Xiaoming held before.

That sword is definitely a good sword.

However, he could not have imagined that the Demon Slashing Sword had such a miraculous effect.

"Hello, Senior Brother Lin San."

At this time, Qian Haowen saw a man come up, and immediately said respectfully.

"Hello."

Lin San nodded slightly.

The Vault of Heaven Sect is still very particular about identity. Even if there is a big difference in strength between the inner and outer disciples, he, an outer disciple, cannot speak rudely to an inner disciple.

Lin San walked directly up the long stone ladder at this time.

"Lin San, it's a pity."

Looking at Lin San's back, Qian Haowen couldn't help but sigh.

The entire Vault of Heaven Sect knows about Lin San.

A former genius.

If there is no problem with his cultivation, it is estimated that he may be a high-level martial artist now, right?

"What is he going to do?"

Qian Haowen looked at Lin San's back from a distance.

Taking a closer look at this time, Lin San was holding a sword in his left hand.

The scabbard is black with a special pattern on it.

It doesn't look like an ordinary sword.

"Made of obsidian? It's not like obsidian, it seems to be made of more precious ore."

At this time, Qian Haowen also had envy in his eyes.

The people of the Vault of Heaven are famous for their swords.

Have a good sword and a good scabbard.

is what everyone wants.

"Tomorrow's sect competition, it is estimated that Lin San will be embarrassed again."

Qian Haowen secretly felt a pity, and then took the broom to sweep the floor.

"I have to hurry up and recruit new disciples, otherwise, it would be ridiculous to let my senior brother sweep the floor."

...

Lin San walked on this stone ladder this time, and this time, he felt that everything was different.

He is not what he was before.

Four years of humiliation will be washed away tomorrow!

At this time, he walked directly to his residence.

"Ok!?"

When he reached the intersection over there, Lin San frowned suddenly.

I looked up over there and saw that all my belongings had been thrown out of the house.

All were thrown on the surrounding ground, scattered all over the ground.

There, there are many men wearing the clothes of the Vault of Heaven.

"Why are you throwing my stuff."

Lin San walked over at this time, looking at these people, his face suddenly turned gloomy.

"Yo? Lin San is back?"

Hearing his words, everyone around looked at Lin San.

These warriors were all smiles, and their faces seemed to be watching a good show.

Although they were new inner disciples, they had also heard of Lin San's deeds.

But it's just the waste of the second-order peak.

There is a big gap between the identities of outer disciples and inner disciples, but the inner disciples all have the same status as inner disciples, regardless of whether you are a newcomer to the sect or a newcomer to the sect.

boom -

At this time, a cabinet was thrown out again.

It hit the door directly, and a loud noise broke out.

The whole closet is broken.

"A cabinet that has been around for many years is broken when it is smashed."

At this time, two figures came out of the room.

Feng Wutian and a taller and stronger man.

Lin San looked at his smashed cabinet, and his face suddenly sank.

He had used this cabinet for many years, but he never thought that it would be smashed like this!

"Wind without Qiong."

Lin San stared at the man beside Feng Wutian and said coldly.

"Oh, Lin San, you're back."

Feng Wuqiong looked at Lin San who was in front of him and said lightly.

He didn't feel anything because of Lin San's return at all.

Feng Wutian looked at Lin San with a mocking look on the corner of his mouth.

When he came before, he was a little concerned about Lin San's hidden power.

But now that his cousin Feng Wuqiong is here, he is not afraid at all.

Feng Wuqiong is a fourth-order martial artist!

"What do you mean."

Lin San's eyes narrowed slightly.

"The sect competition has begun, and the residence has to be redistributed. This house no longer belongs to you."

Feng Wuqiong said lightly.

It's like describing a very bland thing.

"Not mine anymore?"

"Zongmen Grand Competition, will it start tomorrow?"

"Why now, this house doesn't belong to me?"

Lin San sneered.

As the saying goes, the clay Bodhisattva also has three points of anger. At this time, Lin San was also angry in his heart.

"It's so miserable to be bullied."

"It's just a mere fourth-order warrior. Now that he has his own existence, Lin San should be able to kill them easily."

Ye Fan also said aloud at this time.

"But now that we are here, it is not good to kill these people directly."

"Look at what Lin San did."

Ye Fan now seems to be looking at them from God's perspective.

"I'm the big brother, I said this, that's it."

Feng Wuqiong ignored Lin San's words, and said lightly at this time.

"Also, pick up your things quickly, or let them throw them all away."

Hearing Feng Wuqiong's words, Lin San laughed.

"It's not time yet, why should I move out?"

"Also, do you have to pay for breaking my things?"

Lin San continued to speak **** for tat.

"Lin San! Don't be shameless!"

At this time, Feng Wutian pointed at Lin San and cursed loudly.

"Do you think you're still awesome now? You are such a jerk, what are you babbling about!"

"Get out of here!"

When the people around heard Feng Wutian's words, there was a hint of ridicule at the corners of their mouths.

"You said, let someone get out."

Lin San held the hilt in his right hand, and said with his eyes fixed on Feng Wutian.

As his hand just grasped the hilt, the effect of [Aura of Horror] appeared.

Lin San's entire body seemed to exude a very powerful aura.

This powerful aura has a very strong sense of oppression.

Straight into the wind!

Feng Wutian's body trembled slightly at this time.

Looking at Lin San, it seems that the vision is a little blurred, as if the person in front of him is not Lin San, but a terrifying demon **** who can't look directly!

His feet began to tremble at this point.

thump--

At the next moment, Feng Wutian fell to his knees directly on the ground.

The faces of the others were also a little pale.

"Coercion!?"

When Feng Wuqiong saw this scene, the pupils in his eyes shrank slightly.

Coercion is a special aura that only high-level warriors can release.

Those top-level warriors can directly surge this coercion, stun low-level people, and even kill them.

Lin San released it now, very much like coercion.

But if it is not a high-level warrior, there is no way to release it.

Lin San, how did you do it?

Could it be that he is also a high-level martial artist?

Thinking of this, Feng Wuqiong's face suddenly changed slightly.