Chapter 1102 Continue Your Hand

After Zheng Jiayun left, Lin Yi went back to the room and closed the door.

In Lin Yi's hand, he still held the crutch that Leng Yueguang used before.

"That Leng Yueguang broke through from a Daoist Daoist to the realm of a Yin-Yang mage. Although he claimed to have already entered the realm of Yin-Yang, all the spells he practiced were Yin-Yang spells, and the mantra of the swastika that I mastered is beyond anything. In addition to the spells, the secret techniques that authorize all kinds of ghost cultivators are sufficient to suppress him in all aspects, otherwise, it may take a lot of twists and turns."

Lin Yi thought from the bottom of his heart, if that Leng Yueguang was a yin-yang mage who practiced other spells, although Lin Yi could have killed him at that time, he definitely wouldn't be as relaxed and comfortable as before.

Lin Yi's eyes shifted and fell on the place in his hand.

The crutch in his hand looked a bit old at first glance, and the whole crutch looked like a piece of dead wood, but he could feel a cold aura from the place where he touched it.

"This magic weapon is supposed to be something that summons the ghost well."

"Although the sinister energy of the dense bones in the Yinhun Well is useless to me, it can be used to refine the Soul Sacrifice Scroll."

With this thought in mind, Lin Yi moved his mind, raised the crutch in his hand, and gently tapped towards the ground.

The next moment, the dark and gloomy well mouth appeared on the floor of the room again. At the well mouth, there were bursts of howling ghosts and howling wolves, and a daoist cold and evil spirit leaked out from it.

"come out."

Lin Yi's voice was faint, and three female souls appeared instantly, surrounding Lin Yi.

They looked at the ghost well, their eyes were full of salivation, but they didn't dare to act rashly.

"You can enter the well to practice, but to what level you can cultivate depends on your own good fortune."

With Lin Yi's permission, they cheered and plunged into the Yinhun Well.

"The current strength of these three female souls is roughly equivalent to that of a third-rank King Kong. Although they have no physical body and cannot gather energy, they can still rely on the power of Yin Sha."

"If their strength can reach the realm of Zhixuan, then they will be even more useful."

Lin Yi just thought about it briefly, but the gap between King Kong and Zhixuan is really too big.

When Lin Yi and Mo Yang played against each other before, he was especially touched.

"There are a lot of skeletons and evil spirits in this ghost well, which is enough for them to practice well, but I don't know if this magic weapon will recover by itself, or it will disappear after it is used up."

Lin Yi shook his head, and after thinking about it for a while, he ignored this thought for the time being, pushed open the door, and walked out.

After going out, Lin Yi walked a few steps outside and met Lao Sun.

When Lao Sun saw Lin Yi, he respectfully called Young Master.

Under the guidance of Lao Sun, Lin also knew where Jiangnan Jianzong and Wu Baitian settled down.

There were quite a lot of people from the Jiangnan Sword Sect. When Ding Daoming received a call from Lin Yi, he didn't dare to neglect, and because he was afraid of making a mistake, he went out of the mountain himself to escort Zhu Shiqing back to Puhai.

When Lin Yi pushed open the door of his room,

Ding Daoming is looking at the sword manual in his hand this time. The sword manual is the Wanxiang Guiyi sword passed down by Lin Yi when he left Wanjian Mountain that day. There are six sword techniques in total.

Originally, Ding Daoming's right arm was cut off by Lin Yi, and his strength should have been greatly affected, but he never thought that since he practiced the Wanxiang Guiyi Sword Style, Ding Daoming's strength has not retreated but has reached the level of a second-rank King Kong The pinnacle is only one step away from the first-grade King Kong.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Ding Daoming woke up suddenly. He turned his head and saw Lin Yi entering the door. He quickly stood up and bowed: "Young master!"

"Um."

Lin Yi nodded slightly, and glanced at the sword manual in his hand: "Wanxiang Guiyijian, what number can you practice now?"

"Barely able to practice the fifth form, but every time the fifth form is practiced halfway, it will become weak and difficult to maintain." Ding Daoming looked embarrassed and ashamed.

As the suzerain of the Jiangnan Sword Sect, he has always been famous for his swordsmanship, but now, the Ten Thousand Swords Guiyi Style is just left by Lin Yi casually, which makes him unable to comprehend it thoroughly, and feels uneasy.

"Fifth Form." Lin Yi glanced at him: "With your strength, I thought I could barely reach the fourth form, but I didn't expect to be able to touch the threshold of the fifth form, which is really rare."

Hearing Lin Yi's little praise, Ding Daoming's complexion turned cloudy again, and he was overjoyed with joy, and couldn't help himself: "It's thanks to the sword style you left behind, young master. A few glances are enough to refresh my understanding of swords."

Lin Yi waved his hand: "I don't need to say more about flattering. Did you bring the things I asked you to bring?"

"Brought it."

Ding Daoming's heart tightened, he quickly turned around, and took out a wooden box wrapped in ice from the side.

He put the box on the table and looked at Lin Yi nervously.

Lin Yi slid his finger over the wooden box, and the ice cubes around the wooden box evaporated into streaks of water mist at a speed visible to the naked eye, floating in mid-air.

"The last time I broke your hand and saved your life, I wanted to take you into my use to protect the stone statue."

Lin Yi's tone was indifferent.

Ding Daoming stood aside, not daring to speak.

"During this time, you have received the punishment you deserve."

"I extended my arm for you today, which is considered a reward. If you have any other thoughts in the future, what you want next time will be your life."

Lin Yi looked calm and paused every word.

Lin Yi's voice fell, and Ding Daoming was overjoyed. He immediately knelt down on the ground and kowtowed to Lin Yi again and again: "Ding Daoming's kindness to the young master is unforgettable! In this life, my Jiangnan Sword Sect should be the young master, and I will look forward to it! "

Ding Daoming lost his voice.

The wooden box under Lin Yi's fingertips instantly burst into countless debris, revealing half of the arm inside.

Although the half of the arm was sealed with ice, after a few months, it looked somewhat changed.

When half of his arm was exposed, Lin Yi grasped the broken part of Ding Daoming's right hand with his right hand. The next moment, a fiery flame surged from Lin Yi's palm, and healed Ding Daoming's healed wound again. Burn alive.

The severe pain made Ding Daoming's face turn pale in an instant, but he gritted his teeth and dared not say a word.

When the newly grown raw meat was completely scorched, Lin Yi picked up the half of the arm on the table, and with the aid of spiritual energy, slowly fused the half of the arm with Ding Daoming's right hand.

After half an hour.

Lin Yi withdrew his palm, Ding Daoming was already dripping with cold sweat.

He glanced at his right hand, his arm had completely recovered, he tried to move it, and it was very comfortable.

"Later, I will ask Wu Baitian to prepare some medicinal materials. You apply the medicinal materials to your hands, and within half a month, it will be the same as before."

"Rest early."

Lin Yi walked away, leaving only Ding Daoming kneeling again, bowing his head and eyebrows.

"Congratulations to the young master!"

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