Yue Lin stood in the position where Qingyuan was just now and slowly lowered the arm he had just waved.

"You have too many words."

"How stupid should a person be to fall twice in the same place in such a short time?"

"The last time I'll tell you, to draw a sword, or to die."

Qingyuan stood up with his face covering his face, feeling full of depression.

She had been trying to confuse Yue Lin's mind with words to find his loopholes and flaws, but it was obvious that she had failed and failed in a mess.

"His speed is really too fast, and my elder brother doesn't seem to have such speed."

"But the strongest thing about Big Brother is not in speed and strength, but in the kind of fear that makes people despair and suffocate!"

Qingyuan shouted lightly, and the long sword suddenly waved a dazzling light, like a peacock spreading its tail. Then all the sword shadows merged into one place and attacked from Yue Lin at a tricky angle.

Bang!

Just when the tip of the sword was less than an inch away from Yue Lin's ribs, Qingyuan's wrist was caught again.

She was thrown out again.

"It's really too weak, are you only at this level?"

"It's a total waste of my time."

Yue Lin looked at Qingyuan calmly and walked towards her slowly.

"If the next sword doesn't satisfy me, you can die."

"This is what you forced me!"

Qingyuan screamed, and his eyes, which were originally distinctly black and white, suddenly covered with a layer of blood light, and his whole body began to tremble slightly.

Yue Lin let out a light exclamation and stopped.

"Yes, it's just this feeling, the murderous intent that goes straight into the soul. Although it's still very weak, it's basically the same as Qingyi."

“Very good, very good!”

Yue Lin laughed wildly, but he didn't dodge or avoid it, and directly faced the sword tip that was stabbed by Qingyuan.

Dingding Dingding Ding Ding Ding......

Qingyuan was disheveled with hair, leaning on the ground with a sword, gasping for breath. The blood in her eyes gradually faded away, and there was a little incredible shock in her confusion.

Yue Lin's clothes were almost cut into pieces of strips of rags under the sword light, but Qingyuan found that this was all she could do.

The sharp long sword thorned and cut it on Yue Lin's skin, leaving only shallow marks, and even the epidermis was not cut.

Qingyuan has not seen any warriors who practiced the hard skills of the outer sect to the point where they could resist the weapons. Although there were not many such people, there were definitely many. Generally, they were choices that warriors who lacked talent in internal energy practice but had strong willpower might make.

However, as far as Qingyuan knows, it is extremely rare to truly cultivate external hard skills to the point where one can force the weapons of internal martial artists.

What's more, they are not like Yue Lin!

Qingyuan rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was dazzled just now.

Because she clearly saw that Yue Lin's body shape had obviously expanded significantly at that moment, and what was even more terrifying was that the layer of black scales that faintly appeared on his body!

"What kind of monster are you??"

Qingyuan's voice was a little trembling, and his hand holding the long sword was shaking slightly.

"Although it has such a little meaning, it's still too weak."

Yue Lin pulled off his shirt without any attention, revealing his strong body inside, and movably said, "If you tell me the sword-like practice method just now, I can consider letting you go."

"Want to get the secret to killing the sword? You dream!"

Qingyuan stared at Yue Lin who was slowly walking, and the anger and hatred in his eyes were as real.

"What a stubborn little girl. I really want to know when your stubbornness can persist."

Qingyuan's angry shouts and murderous gaze were insignificant to Yue Lin. He grabbed her long sword and threw it on the ground, then grabbed her slender and fair neck for the third time and picked her up.

"Think about it, what interesting things will happen if I abolish your cultivation, strip you naked, and throw you into the pile of men you just knocked to the ground?"

Yue Lin's low voice was like a demon's whisper, penetrated into Qingyuan's ears.

"You, you are a despicable and shameless devil!"

Qingyuan struggled violently, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not break free from Yue Lin's clampdown.

"There is nothing new to cursing people. What a simple little girl."

"I'm a little reluctant to kill you, so I'll throw you to those shopkeepers and act as their commander."

Yue Lin opened the stone door of the secret room of the practice room and walked straight outside.

Qingyuan beat Yue Lin's arm desperately, cursing him constantly, but he could not change the trend of being pulled into the abyss step by step.

"Hey, owner of the manor, who is this woman?"

A crisp female voice sounded in the distance, and when the last word fell, it was already approaching.

Qingyuan tried hard to look up, and saw the beautiful woman in a white dress at first glance.

Yue Lin kept walking and replied calmly: "A unqualified assassin, I am going to ask the shopkeeper to question some information."

Bai Yiyi smiled and said, "It's so bad that such a delicate little girl is interrogating those stinky men. Why don't the owner of the manor ask me to interrogate me."

Yue Lin pondered for a moment and threw Qingyuan in his hand directly at Bai Yiyi's feet.

"Okay, I'll leave it to you and take good care of her."

"Affect the order."

Bai Yiyi smiled sweetly and gently helped Qingyuan up.

When Qingyuan thought of finally breaking away from Yue Lin's terrifying claws, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and his eyes looked at Bai Yiyi were full of gratitude.

But she didn't know that the suffering she suffered would not be less than her psychological estimate when she fell into the hands of a demon monk like Bai Yiyi, and it would even exceed her psychological expectations.

The real pain in Qingyuan has just begun until this time.

An hour later, Bai Yiyi came to Yue Lin's practice room again.

"Come in." Yue Lin's voice came from the practice room, and it looked a little dull through the thick wall.

The thick stone door opened a gap, and Bai Yiyi flashed into the door, looked around, and then naturally came behind Yue Lin and helped him massage his shoulders.

The moment he touched Yue Lin's body, Bai Yiyi's slender fingers trembled slightly, and he was stunned for a moment.

Yue Lin felt so keen, and immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

Bai Yiyi thought and said slowly: "Lord, your body seems to have changed a lot compared to before."

Her fingertips passed by Yue Lin's shoulders and slowly came to her back, feeling the strange tenacity and friction.

Before he knew it, Bai Yiyi had used his spiritual consciousness to investigate.

"It turned out to be a layer of fine scales that I could hardly detect..."

"What kind of martial arts is he practicing?"
Chapter completed!