"Do you have an invitation?" Walking to the gate of Songshan Sect, there were no more people from the martial arts world here, only a few disciples of Songshan Sect stood in front of the gate and guarded the gate expressionlessly.

Those disciples of Songshan couldn't help but walk up when they saw Lin Ye, and one of them clasped his fists and said.

"If you don't have an invitation, can't you enter Songshan?" Lin Ye asked at the disciple.

"This is natural." Hearing Lin Ye's words, the people seemed to have looked at each other and then added: "If everyone can join the Songshan Sect, then there will be more than tens of thousands of people in the entire world. If there is no regulation, even if my Songshan Sect is twice as big as that, it will not be able to accommodate so many martial arts heroes."

"What if I want to go in?" Lin Ye looked at the three big characters of Songshan School on the stone plaque, then lowered his head and said slowly.

"If you can let your entry on weekdays, you must not be there these days." Several people looked at each other, and the man looked at Lin Ye and said in a deep voice.

At the same time, his right hand was already pressed on the hilt of the sword.

"No, very good." Looking at the disciples of the Songshan Sect in front of him, Lin Ye suddenly laughed, then nodded slightly, turned his head and walked towards the shade of the trees beside him.

All the words said by these people are reasonable and there is no crossover. Even if this happens, Lin Ye would not have trespassed. What's more, he did not want to participate in a hero club, but just wanted to meet the masters of the Songshan Sect today.

What is the difference between entering or not entering?

Walking under the shade of the tree, Lin Ye sat down cross-legged and placed the sword on his knees.

When the disciples of Songshan saw Lin Ye not leaving, they walked straight under the shade of the trees and sat down. They couldn't help but look at each other, wondering what attention they had paid.

The sky gradually faded, and the disciples guarding at the door seemed to have changed into another batch. Lin Ye took out a pancake from his pocket to fill his hunger. The sun gradually settling the mountain, and the sky in the distance was dark red.

Suddenly, I heard a dull footsteps coming, and I saw a handsome young man in purple clothes slowly coming at the foot of the mountain in the distance, carrying a stone sword behind him.

Seeing Lin Ye's eyes shrank slightly, his heart, which had been calm and unpredictable, was suddenly shocked.

How can a person change like this in a month?

"Master...Master?" He was slightly stunned. Looking at the forest leaves sitting under the shade of the tree, the man showed strangeness on his face, and a trace of complex emotions flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help but speak.

The sound is crisp, but it is mixed with a thick sound.

Her hair is smooth and fair, even compared to women from wealthy families, she is not bad at all.

"How did you become like this now?" Lin Ye said slowly.

This person is not someone else, but Lin Pingzhi.

He was wearing a purple robe and long robe with the stone sword of the day behind him, and there was a thin sword around his waist, which was very thin and thin, just like a piece of iron.

The light steps and the steady breathing are obviously a manifestation of the small success of internal strength.

When Lin Pingzhi heard Lin Ye's words, his expression changed a little, but he didn't say a word.

"If you don't want to say it, then forget it, but I once said that you are not allowed to use a sword without my permission. Now let me see how great your sword is." Looking at the thin sword around Lin Pingzhi's waist, Lin Ye said slowly.

Hearing Lin Ye's words, Lin Pingzhi couldn't help but change his face and said, "Master, I..."

"No need to say more, take a sword." Lin Ye stood up and said slowly. The sun had completely set, and there was only a faint sunset left.

"Master..." After hearing Lin Ye's words, Lin Pingzhi couldn't help but take two or three steps back.

"Get out the sword." The sword slowly raised, and Lin Ye looked at Lin Pingzhi and said slowly.

In doubtful words, the sword light shone with a cold light under the sunset.

But those disciples of Songshan looked ill-hearted.

When Lin Pingzhi called Lin Ye as his master, several people were shocked, but when they saw Lin Ye actually asked Lin Pingzhi to draw his sword and fight, they felt even more strange. At this moment, the disciples of Songshan couldn't help but press the sword and wait for the change.

"Master, be careful!" With a light shout, the long sword in Lin Pingzhi's hand suddenly pierced out, like lightning, the sword stabbed towards Lin Ye's ribs like a ghost. The sword was swift and incompetent, and it was so fast that it was hard to reflect.

"Not bad speed, but that's all?" Lin Pingzhi's sword stood up, and Lin Pingzhi's sword stabbed directly on Lin Ye Jian's sword, and he could no longer move forward.

The speed of this sword is not much inferior to that of Lin Ye's fast sword when he first saw Ah Fei.

But in Lin Ye's eyes, this sword was really unattractive. The reason why the fast sword is fast is not that every sword can maintain the same speed, but that it is the importance of a sword, a desperate sword that has no return.

Although Lin Pingzhi's sword is now weird and fast, in Lin Ye's opinion, it is entirely due to his internal strength.

Although Lin Ye didn't know what kind of internal strength he had, Lin Pingzhi's internal strength had reached the best level compared to Fei Bin in just a short time.

But there is no doubt that the sword technique in Lin Pingzhi's hand is of no benefit at all.

Plain words, no sarcasm, no punishment.

As soon as his face changed, Lin Pingzhi shouted softly again. The sword in his hand was like flying snow, covering Lin Ye's body, and the sword light flashed.

"Is this your sword?" With a simple stab, Lin Ye's words penetrated into Lin Pingzhi's ears, and the sword had already hit Lin Pingzhi's throat.

With a pale face, Lin Pingzhi couldn't help but be shocked when he looked at the sword against his throat.

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"You don't understand yet? Let's draw the sword again!" Looking at Lin Pingzhi, Lin Ye's brows were already frowning, and he couldn't help but say in a deep voice.

Hearing Lin Ye's words, Lin Pingzhi suddenly looked up, his face full of a silence.

"Don't you understand? Let's draw the sword again!" Lin Ye shouted at Lin Pingzhi.

Without saying a word, Lin Pingzhi held the thin sword in his hand tightly and stabbed Lin Ye again.

However, the moment the sword came out, a sword light was faster and more sharp. When the blink of an eye, Lin Pingzhi felt a slight coolness on his neck. The long sword in Lin Ye's hand was once again pressed against his neck. The speed of this sword was like a ghost.

Not to mention the person involved, Lin Pingzhi, even the disciples of the Songshan Sect who were watching, were full of fear. This sword was too fast, as fast as thunder and lightning.

But what shocked Lin Pingzhi even more was that there was no unnecessary change in this sword, no ghostly move, just this simple flat-sharp sword.

A familiar sword.
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