Li Ji took Xuanyuan's magic to break the delusion, went out of the Wujian Hall, went to his cave to see it, there was nothing unusual, and everything was normal for the prohibition array, so he got out of the Hot Spring Peak and returned to the small town.

On the way back, I vaguely felt a trail of a sword sweeping by a fast sword twenty miles ahead; twenty miles had already exceeded the range of his spiritual consciousness, but the eye consciousness played a greater role at this time. It was not yet dark at this time, and a black dot could be seen vaguely, which was particularly obvious in the setting sun.

It should be a Hot Spring Peak Sword Cultivator. Judging from the direction of his flight, he was consistent with him. Li Ji thought about it and chased him straight, but found that with his speed as fast as lightning, he could not bring the distance between the two sides closer. There was no doubt that there was a Golden Pill Sword Cultivator in front of him.

The journey was lightning, and within half an hour, he returned to the small town. Under Li Ji's eyes, the sword shadow stopped and he actually disappeared into the small town. Li Ji felt aroused in his heart and felt like he had some realization.

Li Ji landed directly in front of the Taoist Palace. When the casual cultivator guarding the gate saw him, a smile appeared on his face.

"Supremember, you are here just right, and Duke Lin has just returned."

Before he finished speaking, a voice came from the distant building.

"But Li Ji's nephew? Come over and talk."

Li Ji refused the attentiveness of the casual cultivator and walked towards a thatched cottage deep in the house by the sound. At the door of the cottage, a young Taoist stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes sharp, and his whole body exuded a momentum of pressure that was unique to the realm of the Golden Pill.

Li Ji took two steps forward and walked:

"Li Ji, a disciple of the swordsman, met Master Lin Gui."

In Linglong Dao, foundation building is a disciple, and Jindan is a master uncle. This is a rule, regardless of age, young or old, in fact, it is also a general rule in Qingkong. This person, Li Ji can be sure of, is the person who is driving the sword in front of him on the way back.

The new Taoist master in the small town is the Linglong sword cultivator!

So, he is not asking for trouble for the Lin family, he is simply asking for trouble for himself!

Li Ji occasionally heard of this man in his sect. He was a natural cultivator. Moreover, his master was the master of Qin Jiandao, the leader of the Jindan Jindan!

"You are very fast, I can't get rid of you!"

Lin Gui didn't mention the Lin family at all, as if he didn't know Li Ji's intention; Li Ji didn't mention it, he knew that that was not the point.

"Uncle Master is just testing his disciples. With his disciple's skills, if Uncle Master has his full strength to control his sword, his disciples will probably be out of reach."

Lin Gui smiled casually and stopped mentioning this festival.

"I heard that you could kill the Tianlang Golden Pill more than ten years ago?"

"It was just a sneak attack. Fortunately, he never recovered from the beginning to the end."

Li Ji was neither humble nor arrogant. Lin Gui came from bad luck. I don’t know if he was dissatisfied with Li Ji’s achievements, or wanted to vent his anger for his master Qin Jiandaoist, or both?

He was determined to lure himself in this way, and Li Ji was naturally not polite. He just wanted to teach himself a lesson. In the eyes of the people of Jiandao, he should be a disrespectful person, right?

"Oh? It's impossible for the Jindan monk to relieve himself. Not everyone can do this ability. Why not, my nephew will do it and let me see it?"

Lin Gui's tone was aggressive, but Li Ji did not take his own tricks. The best way to treat such a proud little rooster who was self-righteous in the mountain gate was to treat the other person's body with the same way.

"Dare you not to accompany me?"

The two of them stood up and went straight into a thousand feet high, standing opposite each other two hundred feet away, Lin Gui looked proud,

"I stood here, you can attack at will. If I move, I will be considered as losing; if you can't catch my flying sword, you have to make a sound. Don't hurt your life!"

Li Ji smiled and said, "The disciple's realm is low, and I'm afraid he has to do his best. I hope the uncle will understand!"

Lin Gui waved his hand impatiently, "You should take care of yourself, and I will control the rest."

Lin Gui is for his master,

After nine years of seclusion, he finally became a golden elixir. After coming out, he heard others talk about this. He didn't believe that a foundation-building sword cultivator could kill more than 30 Tianlang cultivators. Not to mention a sword disciple, even the most powerful Dharma Heavenly Dao and Yin-Yang Foundation-building cultivators would probably not be able to accomplish such a feat.

Rumors are always exaggerated, Lin Gui thinks so; originally, this matter has nothing to do with him, but when he heard that Li Ji did not listen to his master's advice, he set up a stall in Lelingji without authorization, which made him feel a little resentful.

Knowing that Li Ji's roots were in a small town, he happened to be assigned to guard the small town after he left the customs this time, so he attacked Lin to attract Li Ji and also to teach him a profound lesson; otherwise, he would hide in Diecuixing, where would he find him?

The Taoist Qin Jian was not aware of these things. Lin Gui felt that he had already made the Jindan and could make some decisions on his own. There was no need to submit everything to the master to decide. In this way, the scene today was the scene.

Of course, he could not kill this nephew who is also a swordsman. If he still has foundation-building cultivation, he could choose to compete fairly to save his face; but now he is already a golden elixir, how can he be embarrassed to challenge his lower disciples? Only by using this kind of method under the table can he achieve his goals.

Two hundred feet away, the opponent rushed with a sword, which was very fast, very fast. Among the fellow swordsmen, all foundation-building cultivators could not achieve the speed, which was as fast as his Golden Pill’s sword speed. How did this person do it?

He was puzzled, but it did not delay him from firing his sword to block the enemy. Judging from the strength of the flying swords between the two sides, the other party was not as good as him, but he was definitely above the level. The problem was, why did another flying sword fly? No, it was a string of flying swords!

A high-level cultivator can even wave his sleeves when facing a low-level sword cultivator, but this does not mean that Lin Gui can do this. He has only been in the Golden Pill for three or five years, and his realm has just been stable, but the other party has the cultivation level of the foundation-building Great Perfection, and his magic power is particularly powerful and refined. The gap between the two sides is far from the level he imagined.

When he first entered the Golden Pill, he had not yet cultivated any powerful sword technique belonging to the Golden Pill monk. What's even more embarrassing is that he still made a cocoon and promised not to move!

In an instant, Lin Gui made a judgment. Although he never used magic or spiritual weapons, he was still skillful in the basic five elements techniques, which was also a major feature of Linglong sword cultivator.

With a wave of his hand, a dirt wall stood in front of him, followed by a series of puffed flying swords drilling into the dirt wall. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the remaining flying swords were left and right, and they were around the dirt wall and attacking him...
Chapter completed!