Immortality Martial Arts: Starting from the Sword Drawing Technique

Several dragons jumped out of the river, and their huge bodies suddenly rushed towards the north of the forest. Their deep pupils were flashing with anger, and their mouths were wide open. The dragon's beards were floating, and the white scales on their bodies shimmered in the sunlight.

A majestic and ferocious aura rushed towards his face, and the pressure of the dragon master loomed under his hood, making Lin Bei, who was standing on the river with his body skills, like a willow swaying in the strong wind, which could be broken at any time.

"The pressure of the true spiritual realm master..."

Lin Bei took a deep breath and felt that his body was suppressed by an invisible mountain, and his movements were restricted.

But he would not give in easily. A burst of purple lightning shot out of his eyes, and a little copper appeared, quickly spreading to cover his whole body, and his iron-walled body carried invisible pressure.

At the same time, a dark blue electric arc mixed with a wisp of red thunder suddenly flourished on his body and quickly converged on the long sword in his hand.

Buzz~

As the sword body trembled slightly, the sword intention condensed in an instant, and quickly climbed to its peak.

Just as he was preparing to be attacked by several True Spirit Realm white dragons.

"You evil beast! Don't hurt anyone!"

Suddenly, a clear drink sounded.

A sword light appeared, and a sallow young man emerged from the island, looking at the white dragon rushing towards Lin Bei.

I saw a sword-shaped token appearing in front of him, his left hand folded into fingers, and sharp sword light surged out from his fingertips, lightly tapping on the sword-shaped token.

Buzz~

The sword-shaped token made a burst of silvery white ripples, blooming with bright light.

"Ang, ang——"

Several white dragons that were originally rushing toward Lin Bei suddenly contracted the thick chains wrapped around their limbs, like ropes, tightly binding their huge dragon bodies.

At the same time, sharp sword intent suddenly burst out from the chains, piercing the dragon's body.

"hold head high!"

"hold head high--"

The white dragon struggled and roared, and its body fell straight to the river from mid-air, splashing water waves several feet high.

The white dragon that fell into the river was still rolling and struggling, and a huge wave of water surged up. Especially after the sword energy invaded the body, the scales fell to the ground, and there were several bloody wounds on the body, and the blood stained the river. A layer of red.

Uh-huh!

The sallow young man retracted his fingers, and the sword-shaped token's sword light converged and extinguished.

The white dragon in the river also stopped rolling and struggling, the chains wrapped around its body also loosened, and the sword light disappeared.

After being taught a lesson, these white dragons became much more obedient. They formed the Nine Flood Dragon Crossing Formation again and raised turbulent waves towards the warriors who were flying by.

"Thank you!"

Lin Bei saluted the sallow young man and sincerely thanked him.

If he hadn't guessed, the sallow young man in front of him was also one of the seven grandmaster disciples of the old man in Sword Formation.

"Um."

The sallow young man just nodded slightly, then turned into a sword light again and flew back to Jiangxin Island.

Lin Bei didn't stay too long and entered the island in a few steps.

As he stepped onto the solid ground, mist suddenly shrouded his eyes. Lin Bei looked far into the distance, only to find that his vision was blocked.

Immediately afterwards, the fog surged and the vision in front of me changed.

"Huh? Where is this?"

Lin Bei found himself sitting in a simple study room, with a small window facing the courtyard, and the sound of magpies chirping in the treetops reached his ears.

In the study room, all kinds of books are piled up on the bookcases and desks, and even the bed where he sleeps on his side is piled with books.

In front of me is a piece of paper with wet ink written on it. There are densely written small characters on it. At a glance, they are all comments on the classics and history.

"Why did I appear here? Where exactly is this place? What was I doing just now..."

Lin Bei frowned, feeling as if he had forgotten something important, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"Master, I got it! I got it! I got it this time!"

Just when I was doubtful and had a headache, I suddenly heard someone rushing into the study yelling outside the house. Their steps were hurried, which could even be described as stumbling.

Lin Bei looked intently and saw that the person who came was a book boy. Looking at the boy's appearance, a memory came to him and he blurted out: "Gu Lun, why are you so panicked?"

"It's hit! It's hit! It's hit..."

The book boy Gu Lun was breathing heavily, his face flushed with excitement and joy, which caused him to stutter a little when he spoke.

"What did you hit?"

Lin Bei asked doubtfully.

"Master, you... have won the prize!"

The book boy Gu Lun finally spoke out, but his words were like a thunder on the ground, making Lin Bei's ears go blind, his eyes widened, and his face was dull.

"Watch, hit? Hit the mark??"

"I won the prize...I won the prize..."

Lin Bei's mind was buzzing, his thoughts were blank, and his whole body was shaking with excitement, leaving only his lips opening and closing, mumbling to himself.

"Yes! I got it, I finally got it!"

Gu Lun's face was full of smiles, and he was extremely happy from the bottom of his heart.

After a while, Lin Bei recovered from the extreme excitement of the middle weightlifting. He straightened his clothes and had an unprecedented smile on his face.

"After ten years of hard work, the hard work finally pays off!"

Lin Bei looked at the room full of books and the magpies still chirping outside the window, and seemed to see himself who had been leaning against the cold window for ten years, shaking his head and studying hard.

"Finally won the prize!"

The excitement in his heart was indescribable, and Lin Bei could only take deep breaths.

After he recovered, he frowned again and said, "Gu Lun, you're not lying to me, are you? I...really won the lottery?"

As soon as the words came out, he became nervous inside, what if it was his book boy who was teasing him.

However, Gu Lun said sincerely: "Sir, you have really won the lottery. The policeman outside the door is still waiting to report it to you!"

"Okay! Okay, that's good!"

Lin Bei said "let's go", then straightened his clothes again and walked towards the door.

After crossing the simple courtyard and coming to the gate, I saw several registration people directing people to hang up the registration stickers.

"Congratulations! Congratulations to Master Lin for high school!"

"Congratulations! Mr. Lin has lived up to his ten years of hardship..."

Lin Bei was flooded with congratulations like a wave.

Lin Bei smiled broadly as he watched the neighbors in the street, businessmen and officials in the county, both familiar and unfamiliar, all congratulating him.

After ten years of hard work, no one asked me, but once I was in high school, the whole world knew about it!

The high-spirited Lin Bei laughed happily. Amidst the compliments of the crowd, he felt proud and felt that his life had reached its peak.

Immediately afterwards, there were tables of flowing banquets and thank-you banquets, and Lin Bei was toasted by various people in turns.

There were wealthy businessmen, the lord of a county, gang members, and even brothel actors, all of whom were extremely polite to Lin Bei.

After the banquet, the rosy-faced Lin Bei was proposed to marry by the county magistrate. The county magistrate wanted to marry Lin Bei, his daughter who was as beautiful as a jade and well-educated.

Lin Bei would not refuse such a good thing, so he happily accepted it, discussed an auspicious day, and decided to get married.

In order to invest in Lin Bei, wealthy businessmen also gave him huge sums of money, and their flattery touched his heart.

When the day came to marry the county magistrate's daughter, Lin Bei rode a tall horse, dressed in a bright red groom's uniform, and led a long wedding team to the magistrate's mansion.

There was a row of people standing at the gate of the county government office, all holding swords and guarding the entrance of the county government office.

"Um?"

Lin Bei's eyes unconsciously fell on the sword on the Yamen's waist, and he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity pouring into his heart.

"It's strange. I am a scholar and have never killed a chicken. How can I be familiar with swords?"

Lin Bei shook his head in confusion, extremely puzzled.