Lin Ye collapsed on the ground.

"There is no such thing in this world." Lin Ye said lightly when he endured the pain.

"For a swordsman, it is the most painful thing to be able to hold a sword. As a warrior, not being able to practice martial arts is the most painful thing. It is even more uncomfortable than killing them." Looking at Lin Ye who was limp on the ground, holding the dragon, phoenix, and son ring, Shangguan Jinhong said lightly.

When Lin Ye heard Shangguan Jinhong's words, he did not answer because this was the truth.

If he could not use the sword, then Lin Ye would rather die.

"It looks like I'm late." Suddenly, an old voice came, and a figure came slowly.

Holding a two-foot-long dry tobacco pipe in his hand, a subtle fire light and three fingers clamped, a pale old man walked slowly over.

This person was actually the old man who was telling stories in Zuixianju that day, that is, Sun Xiaohong's grandfather, but I don't know why he appeared here.

"It's you?!" Seeing this old man, a hint of surprise appeared in Shangguan Jinhong's eyes.

"It's me." The old man said.

"You want to save him?" Shangguan Jinhong said, looking at Lin Ye who was lying on the ground.

"That's right."

"It seems that you are here just right now." Shangguan Jinhong said in a deep voice.

"So he can survive." The old man said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Shangguan Jinhong's face calmed down and he held his hands tightly.

Jing Wuming, who was standing behind him, immediately held the hilt of the sword with his left hand.

Killing intent permeates the ruins of this inn.

The old man didn't see it at all and walked to Lin Ye's side on his own.

He took a long breath of dry tobacco and then slowly vomited it out.

The smoke that he vomited from his mouth was originally a very thin and long column of smoke.

Then, the smoke pillar slowly undergoes a very strange bending and change, and suddenly it snaps into Shangguan Jinhong!

Shangguan Jinhong seemed to be surprised, but then the smoke suddenly dissipated without leaving any trace.

Standing in place, condensing the smoke scattered in an instant, Shangguan Jinhong slowly let go of his hands, and then sighed: "I admire you!"

Looking at the old man standing still, Shangguan Jinhong said again: "Sun Baifa, you and I will be together for a while 17 years ago. I will bid farewell to you today. I don't know when will I see you again?"

Hearing Shangguan Jinhong's words, Sun Baifa said lightly: "It's true that we can't see each other, so why not see each other? Why not see each other?"

Hearing this, Shangguan Jinhong was silent, as if he was thinking about something, but he didn't say it. He glanced at Lin Ye who was lying on the ground, then turned around and left slowly.

The pain was already numb. Looking at Sun Baihai, Lin Ye didn't know the origin, but only knew that this person's martial arts had reached its peak.

Otherwise, Shangguan Jinhong and Jing Wuming would not be allowed to leave.

"Are you let him go like this?" Jing Wuming said on the way.

"His martial arts are higher than before and more unfathomable. Moreover, I have quit the murderous intention of Lin Ye's sword just now. If I fight with him, I will be defeated but not defeated." Shangguan Jinhong said with a serious face.

"Even if I add me?" Jing Wuming said.

"You? If you have your sword cultivation, your internal strength will be of some use, but now you will face him just like Lin Ye is against me." After stopping, Shangguan Jinhong stared at Jing Wuming, and then said, "What's more, I can defeat him once, and I will defeat him a second time. What if I let him survive today? Next time, I think who else can save me."

In the ruins of the inn

"Why did the old man save me?" Lin Ye said slowly as he looked at Sun Baifa who was still smoking a dry tobacco.

"Just because I owe someone a favor." Sun Baifa looked at Lin Ye and said lightly.

"Love?" Lin Ye was a little confused when he heard Sun Baifa's words.

"Let's talk when your injury is healed." Looking at Lin Ye, Sun Baihai said in a deep voice.

Then he pressed his right hand on Lin Ye's chest, and a surge of internal force poured into Lin Ye's body.

The internal force is as endless as the waves of rivers, but it is like the spring breeze blowing on the face.

Suddenly, Lin Ye felt that the pain that was originally unbearable was slightly weakened.

Although he was weak, he could barely stand up. After struggling for a while, Lin Ye coughed twice, holding the long sword tightly in his hand to stand up.

"If you want the internal injury to worsen, stand up!" Looking at Lin Ye, Sun Baihai snorted coldly and said to Lin Ye.

Hearing Sun Baihai's movements, Lin Ye paused slightly, and then stopped.

"I'll take you to a place to treat your injuries first." Looking at Lin Ye, Sun Baihai said in a deep voice.

Then he picked up Lin Ye, and Sun Baifa jumped away.

Seventeen days later, in the green forest, Sun Baihai leaned against a recliner and was leisurely smoking a dry tobacco.

Lin Ye walked out of the room step by step. In the 17th day, Lin Ye's internal injuries were already healed.

Among them, Sun Baifa was willing to consume his internal energy to recuperate and to supplement various rare medicinal herbs, forest leaves could recover so quickly. Otherwise, it would be absolutely impossible to recuperate his injuries to this level in just half a month.

"What's wrong with saving me?" Lin Ye asked inquiring about Sun Baifa lying on the chair smoking a dry tobacco.

"I heard that you know Xie Xiaofeng's sword technique?" Looking at Lin Ye, Sun Baifa said.

When Lin Ye heard Sun Baihai's words, he frowned slightly, but then nodded.

"Use it!" Looking at Lin Ye, Sun Baihai nodded. As soon as he said the words, his body suddenly moved. He came to Lin Ye in an instant, and the tobacco pipe in his hand hit Lin Ye's throat.

Without panic, Lin Ye's face darkened, and he held the sword out. A cold light flashed, and the sword in Lin Ye's hand was already unsheathed.

Bang!

With a light sound, the sword in Lin Ye’s hand collided with Sun Baihai’s dry tobacco pipe, and then the sword in Lin Ye’s hand suddenly trembled.

Just like a snake that woke up from hibernation, it bent softly and recklessly. The sword in Lin Ye's hand changed as freely as the body of a snake.

But Lin Ye's eyes suddenly showed a hint of shock, because he discovered that if the sword in his hand was a snake, then the tobacco pipe in Sun Baifa's hand would be nailed tightly to the seven inches of the snake like an iron nail.

"Actually, you shouldn't lose like this so easily." Looking at Lin Ye, Sun Baifa said slowly.

Lin Ye looked up at Sun Baihai.

"As a sword, the swords in their hands are the same as humans, and there are many types. Each sword's form, weight, length, width and width will not be absolutely the same. Each sword has its characteristics." Sun Baifa looked at Lin Ye and took a sip of dry tobacco and continued: "So if a person wants to choose a sword, it is like choosing a friend. You must not be careless, let alone casually."

When Lin Ye heard Sun Baifa's words, he certainly understood the truth that masters could not make any mistakes. The weapons in their hands were often the factors that determine their victory or defeat, so there would be bloody things in the world that a magic weapon caused a bloody storm.

For a swordsman, the sword in their hands is the most important, because once a sword is determined, that sword is already his partner. Unless you have decided to give up the sword, unless you decide not to use a sword in the future, the sword is in the human world.

"Follow me." Looking at Lin Ye, Sun Baifa turned around and walked towards the depths of the green forest.

Holding the sword in his hand, Lin Ye followed silently behind Sun Baifa.
Chapter completed!