After returning to Fire Lion City from the Barren Mountain Castle, Zachro went to hand over official duties and agreed to take Luo Lin to meet his mentor Red Moon Sword Saint the next day.

During this period, Luo Lin was naturally not idle, so he was warmly invited by the magician Hollank to visit his mansion. In fact, there was nothing to do, just communicate more, meet some people, and cultivate friendship.

The day passed quickly, and early the next morning, Zachro came on time without saying much nonsense, and said very simply: "Let's go, my tutor wants to see you very much."

The Red Moon Sword Saint is so prestigious that he is the guardian of the Principality. He is also an elder who has lived for two hundred years. Naturally, he should not be neglected. Luo Lin immediately followed Zachro.

Along the way, Zachro explained: "My mentor is old and likes quiet and open places, so his residence is not in Fire Lion City, but in a manor outside the city. We have to walk a while."

Rollin nodded, rode a Black Rock war horse, and ran along with Zachro. After about half an hour, a beautiful view appeared in front of him.

This is a clear and wide lake. The lakeside is covered with endless grasslands. There are horses running on the grasslands, and there are several cruise ships in the lake. There are also big trees similar to weeping willows planted by the lake. Under the shade, someone is fishing. The wind blows, carrying the fragrance of grass, which is really a place to rest.

Further away from the lake shore, there is a fine stone castle, Zachro pointed at the castle: "That is the residence of my mentor, and at this time he should practice swords in the martial arts field of the castle."

The two of them ran over and arrived outside the castle. An old man dressed in a fifty-year-old housekeeper was already greeted by the door. When they saw the two, they smiled and said, "The master is exercising his body in the martial arts training ground. He gave the order. If you arrive, go straight to it."

The master mentioned by the butler is naturally the Red Moon Sword Saint.

Zachro turned to Rollin and said, "Follow me. When you arrive at the martial arts training ground, don't be nervous, be casual. My mentor doesn't like restrained people..."

As he spoke, Zachro stopped. Lord Rolling's expression had never changed except for a smile on his face, and he could not see any joy or embarrassment. He felt that his words were in vain because there was no need.

"Thank you for your reminder. My friend." Luo Lin smiled. He didn't really feel that there was anything to be nervous about. It's true that the Red Moon Sword Saint is very powerful. But he is already old.

At nearly two hundred years old, even the legendary strong man was almost at his limit. At this time, the Red Moon Sword Saint, perhaps his understanding of swordsmanship had reached a state of mystery and no one could measure, but his power was really declining.

At this time, he had a full blow, and might be able to exert his level at his peak. But his physical vitality must have dropped greatly. After this blow, it is estimated that it will take a long time to recover, and it is possible that he cannot recover at all.

This sword saint was extremely brilliant in the past. But this glory has begun to come to an end. Luo Lin also knew that the final outcome of this sword saint was not to die in battle, but to die of old age, because now he is almost exhausted and has gone out of energy.

In this world, as long as the divine fire is not ignited and a demigod becomes a mortal, then a legendary strong man can prolong his life, but at most twice as much. Especially humans are still a short-lived race, with glory rising quickly and ending particularly quickly.

Just thinking about it, changing the scenery, I arrived at the flat martial arts training ground in the distance, which was windproof and soundproofed on all sides, soft mud, and a big tree shaded. It was very good.

A white-haired old man wearing ordinary thick linen clothes was practicing swords under the tree. His movements were slow, smooth, and he finished in one go. It was very beautiful. It seemed nothing strange when he suddenly looked, and any warrior seemed to be able to play like this.

The old man saw the visitor and kept practicing, and continued to practice for more than ten minutes before he pulled his sword and stood firm and sighed.

Luo Lin noticed that the old man's sword in his hand was very ordinary, just an ordinary iron sword. His appearance was indeed very old, his face was wrinkled, his hair was sparse, and he could see many age spots on his skin, and his figure was a little hunched.

If Zachro hadn't shown respect and did not dare to speak out, he would never have known that he would have encountered it on the road, and he would never have known that this was the Red Moon Sword Saint Palasen, who was famous in the Starlight Continent.

Seeing his appearance, Luo Lin sighed in his heart: Hero is old.

He thought of himself. Although he was only twenty now, time passed so quickly. If he could not be promoted to a demigod at the age of fifty, he would probably have no chance in his life. In another hundred years, if he was lucky enough to die in battle, he would probably be the same as Palasen. At that time, Viana, as a giant dragon, was still young and beautiful... a sense of urgency arose.

A beautiful girl waiter, gently wiped the fine sweat beads on the old man's forehead, took the old man's sword, then quickly retreated, stood aside, and remained motionless.

The old man then looked at Luo Lin. A gentle and jade-like light shining in his eyes, and a smile appeared on his face: "Young man, full of vitality, is really good."

"I've seen the Crown Prince." Luo Lin saluted.

Palasen waved his hand: "Don't do these vain gifts. Liliya, give him my sword."

The girl waiter held the sword on.

"Pick it up, practice a set of swords, let me see. Use lighter force and don't break my sword." Palasen's tone was calm, but he could not refuse.

Luo Lin nodded and took the sword. The sword was very light, indeed an ordinary iron sword. He was pinched in his hand, just like a feather. If he used all his strength and slashed the air, the sword would have to be broken into several pieces.

After walking a few steps ahead and reaching the center of the martial arts training ground, Luo Lin took a deep breath, made a gesture, and then began to practice his latest water drop sword technique he had learned on the battlefield.

His sword is just like Paragorn, and it is also very simple, with every move and every move, and it looks like it is flowing and continuous.

But there are also differences.

Palasen practices swords to exercise qi and blood and nourish the body, so his sword is as soft as floating fluff. Luo Lin is at the peak of his life, and the qi and blood are lively and strong, so his sword is as bright as a storm.

When the sword is stabbed in front of the sword, there will be a strong wind; when the sword is swirling, it must be a stern sound of the sword, and a strong murderous aura on the battlefield will undoubtedly be revealed inadvertently!

Zachro was just watching casually. For warriors like them, an ordinary iron sword can practice a flower head. He also had to keep the sword body clean and not use all his strength, and he had no meaning at all.

But the more he looked, the more he became solemn. At the end, he was already full of horror. What shocked him was that with the strength of an ordinary iron sword, it was impossible to show Luo Lin's power at this moment. If he had come to practice, the sword would have been broken long ago.

But now, the sword is intact!

This can only show that the opponent's sword skills and the opponent's control of power are far beyond his level.

Palasen was also watching. He squinted his eyes, making people unable to see the spirit. When Rollin finally stopped, he patted his palms and said, "Okay! Seeing your sword is like seeing myself back then. With one sword in hand, it is invincible and moving forward! It's great!"

Taking Rollin's handed back iron sword, Paragorn gently touched the sword body and smiled on his face: "The sword body is hot, the huge power is imprisoned, and there is no leakage at all. Your sword skills are almost perfect. Rollin, do you want to win Fix Island for the Premo family?"

Luo Lin was stunned. He didn't expect the Red Moon Sword Saint to suddenly change the topic, but he immediately knew that this was his opportunity and nodded: "Yes."

Palason was very straightforward: "Fix Island can give the Premo family. But the price of money alone is not enough."

"I hope the coffin is explained." Luo Lin's heart skipped a beat, not knowing what the sword saint wanted.

The Red Moon Sword Saint looked at Rollin and said seriously: "You have left the Primo family and declared your allegiance to Grand Duke Lehman. Otherwise, the Primo family would have to go to Yorksington and stationed the western frontier for the Principality."

This incident was beyond Luo Lin's expectations. He had never thought about this, nor had hesitated for a moment.

Palasen was in a hurry to get the answer and urged: "Your martial arts have reached this point. Can the declining Premo family still restrain you? Or whether to agree or not, decide now!"

Luo Lin was not influenced by the sword saint and was silent for a while, and he had already made up his mind: "I can leave the Primo family. But for at least thirty years, I will not be enemies of the Primo family!"

"Haha, that's fine." Palasen immediately laughed, looking very happy: "Okay, you have received my promise that the Premo family will get Fix Island. Now, you can go back and wait until you truly loyal to the Grand Duke, let's talk about it."

Rollin didn't say much, turned around and left.

Zachro did not go out. When Rollin's back disappeared, he said in confusion: "Teacher, why do you need to add a condition? Rollin is indeed very talented, but he is probably not worth a Fix Island, right?"

He admitted that Rollin was really powerful and much better than him, but he still felt that he valued this person too much. So what if he was so powerful? The other party was just a warrior.

Palasen glanced at his disciple and shook his head: "A Fix Island? You underestimate him, more than ten. If I read correctly, this person will be promoted to legend before he was thirty years old. With him, the Premo family may rise again. Without him, the Premo family is nothing."

"They also have Green Dragon Viana."

"There are only more than twenty years left in the Green Dragon Guarding Vow, so it's not worth worrying. Okay, I'm a little tired, so you go back too."

"Yes, mentor." Palasen left respectfully.

When the disciple left, Palasen sat down on the stone chair beside him and sighed. He hadn't said anything just now. After looking at the young man's sword, he knew that this man's achievements were probably not just as simple as promotion legend.

"Hey, which young hero will be dominated by the future starlight continent?" At this moment, Palason was not thinking about Rollin, but a young man named Coron in the Kingdom of Oraki. (To be continued. (.))

...
Chapter completed!