Jianye City.

The cold wind blew through the city, adding a little coolness to the passing people. It was already late autumn.

However, compared to the depression outside the city, Jianye City was still very lively at this time. The warriors coming and going were all single shirts, and they were not afraid of the cold at all. All inns, restaurants, and all the guests, and those who came late had no seats.

The convening of the Jianjia Famous Sword Conference attracted almost all the sword cultivators in Jingzhou. Those who came to participate in the competition, those who came to watch the competitions of seniors, those who came to make soy sauce, and those who planned to take the opportunity to make a fortune, almost all of them came here. It would be strange if they could have a place.

But, what is the world?

In the world, my fists are harder than you, so you have to give up your seat!

So there will naturally be no less disputes. Basically, no one will come to a farce in a day and will not end. At the beginning, the inn shopkeeper was still worried, but he was numb for a month. Let's go and fight. Anyway, after the fight, someone will compensate him, and no one will ask him for a commoner's business, and he is happy to watch the show.

Look, at this time, there were a few men with three big and five rough faces patrolling the inn with bad looks.

Looking to the left, there were a few young boys and girls, who were very young, but were wearing the same clothes and the same pattern. Although I didn’t know each other, I could guess that if there were families in the same family, it would be better not to mess with them. If you beat the younger ones, you will come out as old ones, beat the older ones, and even older ones... Ignore them decisively.

Looking to the right, a middle-aged man in his thirties was sitting there having a meal, looking alone, but a thick calluse was grinding out of his right hand, and he looked like a master of swordsmanship.

The man subconsciously turned his gaze. A 30-year-old single swordsman could not see the state, but his indifference was enough to make people dare not move. Generally speaking, such people are masters.

In other seats, there was no need to look at a few steps, and the other party directly released his strong aura.

The all-colored peak of Ninghai made the man look ugly, and he himself was also the peak of Ninghai. But every sword cultivator is terrifying, and the realm is just an auxiliary. Challenge beyond level is common. It is unwise to provoke someone with the same strength as him.

Just as he was about to leave, the man was stunned. In the corner of the inn near the window, there was a twenty-year-old man sitting, with a weak body, a white face, a gentle smile, and a book in front of him, with a sword on his waist. It was very gorgeous, but it was the decorative soft sword that the young master played with, and had no practical value.

The man sneered, is this the young master who came to watch the battle?

There are always some people who think that warriors are as passionate as they read in books, and there seems to be no one in front of them who doesn’t tell him. I am just a young man who is out for fun, and I am here to abuse me!

You come!

You come!

Just in case, the man looked into his hands. It was pure and flawless, without any trace. He was a pair of perfectly maintained hands. I am afraid that many ladies would envy him when they saw it.

Thinking of this, the man walked around like that table with his younger brothers.

Everyone around looked at it and seemed to have become accustomed to this kind of thing. For them before the exhibition, it may be a place for fun every day.

"Tsk tsk, there's another fun to watch."

"Yes, I see that the guy just came in from outside. He was lucky and had one for dinner. Unfortunately, he couldn't hold on."

"Who is this man? Is he also a sword cultivator? He is too burly."

"Hehe, he is a disciple of Jinling, Jin Ming, the peak of Ninghai. A set of Jinling sword techniques is enough to suppress people of the same realm and cannot fight back. He is the first person under Guiyuan in the Jin family. Don't be deceived by his appearance. This guy seems stupid and reckless, but he is actually very smart. He probably looked at all the people of all sizes here and then picked the weakest one."

"The first person under Guiyuan? What a big tone."

"Hey, it's just their Jin family. It's just a joke to get here."

"Why, brother, want to try his strength? Just go up directly."

"Don't worry, I'll be on after he finishes fighting with this guy."

"That young guy? You're kidding. It's obvious that he's just an ordinary person. Maybe he hasn't even practiced swordsmanship. No matter where he looks, he doesn't look like a master."

"Haha, it's just because it's too normal, that's the problem. Just watch it, the show is about to begin."

Everyone looked around and saw Jin Ming walking to the table with a fierce look, throwing down five taels of silver, and asking roughly: "Boy, get out with the money, this is mine."

The young man raised his head in surprise, and was paralyzed. Is my brother still caught a gun after having a meal?

This young man is Xia Lin.

Given that he had not planned to do anything good, he used Qianhuan to completely change his appearance. In order to hide his strength, Xia Lin made his body more restrained and solid, looking a few centimeters shorter, and his body was thinner, looking more concise, and more in line with a sword cultivator.

Similarly, because people were always underestimated by the appearance of sixteen or seventeen years old, they simply looked older. Unexpectedly, they were still despised by the appearance of twenty years old.

Looking at the thirty-year-old middle-aged man who was alone in the distance but no one dared to cause trouble, Xia Lin sighed and would have become an uncle if he had known it.

"What are you sighing? Get out of here quickly." Jin Ming said angrily.

Xia Lin was not angry, but looked up and asked, "Why is it me?"

"Uh?" Jin Ming was stunned. Obviously, he didn't expect that Xia Lin would ask back the first thing he did. He was a little stunned. Looking at Xia Lin's unwilling look, he immediately laughed wildly: "Sword Cultivator, no matter how well he maintains it, there will be calluses in his hands. Your hands are like a girl's house. Maybe you haven't touched the weapon before. Just look at the decorative sword. Could it be which one you plan to use to do it?"

Well, is that true?

Xia Lin nodded thoughtfully. It turned out that it was a problem with the sword. He really didn't understand this thing very well, so he bought a beautiful one at the door and took it to make soy sauce. Unexpectedly, it was exposed.

As for cocoons, it’s enough to listen to that kind of thing. Real strong people are definitely not recognized by cocoons. There are so many spiritual herbs that can improve their skin, but they have never been exposed to these miserables.

Do you think you will tell you that you will have cocoons if you get too much?

"Thank you for your advice." Xia Lin said with a smile, and then sat there motionless.

Jin Ming looked at him with a calm expression, "Boy, I've given you all the money, it's time to give up my seat."

Xia Lin glanced at the five taels of silver on the table, picked it up and threw it at his feet, took out five taels of silver from his pocket and threw it over, raised his head and smiled warmly: "I'll give you another five taels, take it and get out."

"Wow—"

Everyone was in an uproar, of course, most of them were watching the fun.

"My second, this kid is awesome."

"This temper is pretty good, haha."

"Jin Ming, if I were you, I would never be able to bear it."

"That's right, your name is the best in Guiyuan, your Jin family was not deceived by pretending to be cute."

Jin Ming was angry for a moment. He was not a reckless person, so he knew that he should use money first, so he would not fight without fighting. But looking at Xia Lin's indifferent expression, he still had some doubts. Could this kid be a master? At this time, under the deception of everyone, he threw the trace of suspicion behind his head.

Just kidding, we haven't misunderstood people in ten years, how could we fall into a kid?

Thinking of this, Jin Ming said angrily: "Boy, don't be shameless. If you don't let go, don't blame me for being rude!"

Xia Lin glanced at him, smiling.

This Jin Ming is indeed one of the best cannon fodders. He wants to make his name come out and make everyone think that he is a sword cultivator, which is enough. At this time, Jin Ming jumped out, it was so perfect.

Looking at Xia Lin's contemptuous expression, Jin Ming was instantly angry, "Boy, you are looking for death."

brush!

A golden light flashed, and Jin Ming pulled out the long sword around his waist and stabbed Xia Lin directly.

The golden light shone and jumped like a phantom. This Jin Ming seemed stupid, but he was just a killer move and he actually used the Jinling sword technique directly.

"Scared, Jinling Sword Technique."

"What a fast speed! Jin Ming is so cruel. He is a killer move from here. Now, no matter whether the kid has hidden strength or not, he will be finished."

"Tsk, there's no fun to watch."

"call out!"

With a sound of sword sound, Jinling's sword technique pierced straight down. When it was only half an inch away from Xia Lin, a phantom flashed by. Everyone felt that their eyes were blurred. When they looked over, they immediately took a breath of air conditioning.

The terrifying Jinling sword technique was cut off as soon as it was used. Jin Ming's long sword was gently clamped in the hand by the young man, not with one hand, but with two fingers!

Two fingers were clamped on the tip of the long sword, and they did not move at all. Ren Jinming could not stab the sword at all.

In an instant, everyone's souls emerged.

Strong!

Absolutely strong man!

It's so terrifying to be able to break the Jinling Sword Technique with just one move!

Even, there is no fluctuation of mysterious energy!

What does this mean? This shows that the young man did not use Xuanqi to violently crack it. Instead, he found the flaws of Jinling's sword technique at that moment and then broke the sword technique. Otherwise, the fingers of ordinary people would be shattered when they touched the long sword.

Xia Lin smiled indifferently and said, "Go."

After saying that, he gently swung his right hand, the tip of the sword collapsed and turned into countless pieces. Jin Ming fell to the ground, and countless pieces pierced from his eyes, almost each of which almost hit his vital point, causing him to sweat coldly. Fortunately, until the end, he was covered with broken sword fragments around him, but they were all pierced on the ground, not hurting him.

Jin Ming got up in a hurry and said respectfully to Xia Lin: "Thank you for your mercy, senior."

Xia Lin waved his hand, looking careless, and continued to taste tea and read books, which seemed quite comfortable.
Chapter completed!