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Chapter 83

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"What's the matter?" The Herb Hall disciple asked.

"May I ask if there are any herbs that can restore one's soul?" Lin Xuan asked with a glimmer of hope.

"Herbs that restore one's soul?" The Hundred Herb Hall disciple looked at Lin Xuan in surprise. "These herbs are very rare and very precious. With your status, I'm afraid it will be very difficult to obtain them."

Lin Xuan sighed in his heart. It seemed that herbs that restore one's soul were very difficult to obtain.

The disciple pondered for a moment and said hesitantly, "But it's not impossible. Go to the mission area and take a look. There seems to be a mission that involves the herbs you mentioned."

"Really?" Lin Xuan originally gave up. He didn't expect things to take a turn for the better.

He thanked the disciple and quickly walked to the mission area.

The missions here were similar to those in the outer sect mission hall, but most of them were related to herbs. Lin Xuan looked for a long time and didn't find any missions that mentioned herbs that restore one's soul.

Puzzled, he asked the disciple in charge and found out that there was an escort mission for the Hundred Herb Hall. The reward was to be able to choose any herb in the Hundred Herb Hall, including the Resurrection Grass.

However, to Lin Xuan's regret, this mission was accepted by someone.

"Don't be too anxious. This isn't the first time this mission has been accepted, but it has failed. Maybe you still have a chance." The disciple in charge said.

Helpless, he could only wait.

Lin Xuan walked away with a heavy heart and didn't notice a pair of surprised eyes in the crowd.

This pair of eyes naturally belonged to Ling Ze. He didn't expect that Lin Xuan was still alive and his cultivation had increased.

"How is this possible? Ah Hei is a rank eight Meridians Condensation Period warrior, but he can't even kill a rank six warrior! "Ling Ze's face was gloomy." I'm afraid Ah Hei is already dead. "

"No, I have to get rid of him. Otherwise, I won't be able to rest easy!" Ling Ze was faintly worried. Suddenly, he thought of Zhang Qian and the agreement between Lin Xuan and Zhang Qian.

"With Zhang Qian's personality, he will definitely kill him. I just have to wait." Ling Ze gradually calmed down.



In the following days, Lin Xuan continued to comprehend the Gale Sword Art. At the same time, he practiced the Phantom Thunder Steps and Golden Thunder Palm. Of course, he did not neglect the Longevity Secret Art.

Now, the seven spirit veins in his body were crystal clear, and the spirit energy in them was like a surging river. Every time it flowed, it would bring about a tyrannical force.

In the blink of an eye, more than two months had passed, and the date of his battle with Zhang Qian was getting closer and closer.

That morning, he woke up early as usual. First, he practiced the Secret Art of Longevity for two hours. Then, he went to the Wind-Resisting Cliff to practice his sword.

This Wind Resisting Cliff was a dangerous place in the back mountain. Below it was a bottomless abyss, and the surroundings were filled with chilly gales. Although the environment was harsh, it was a good place to practice the sword. It was especially suitable for Wind Sword Arts.

At this time, the sky had just begun to brighten. The mountain was cold and quiet, and Lin Xuan was the only one on the quiet path.

The closer they got to the Wind-Resisting Cliff, the lower the surrounding temperature became. Moreover, the fierce wind was like a knife, and when it blew on their bodies, they felt as if they were being cut by a knife.

Lin Xuan slightly operated the Secret Art of Longevity, and the spirit energy in his body vibrated, resisting the blade-like fierce wind. He came to the Wind-Resisting Cliff, took out the Red Flame Sword, and began to practice the Gale Sword Arts.

The sword moves that were as agile as the wind were slowly displayed in his hands. Sometimes it was nimble, sometimes it was strange. The long sword seemed to come out of nowhere, and people could not figure out its trajectory.

In fact, he had already achieved a small success in the Gale Sword Arts. As for coming to the Wind-Resisting Cliff every day, Lin Xuan wanted to comprehend the concept of wind, or the wind force.

Therefore, if he wanted to achieve a large success in the Gale Sword Arts, he needed to comprehend the wind force, or the concept of wind.

Lin Xuan was completely immersed in the sword arts. He constantly used the long sword to generate wind force, and fought with the fierce wind around him, to comprehend the changes within.

The sky gradually brightened, and the sun rose.

A ray of light tore through the clouds and shone on the Wind-Resisting Cliff. It was like a sharp sword, piercing through everything.

The sunlight shone on his face, bringing a trace of warmth. Lin Xuan suddenly woke up. Looking at the ray of light that shone through ten thousand flowers, he suddenly had a trace of realization.

"The Gale Sword Arts not only contains the concept of wind, but also the concept of sword. I insisted on pursuing the concept of wind, but neglected the concept of sword, and fell behind."

Lin Xuan suddenly had an epiphany. He had the mysterious small sword in his body, and its biggest advantage was the concept of sword arts. As long as he could comprehend the concept of sword arts in the Gale Sword Arts, he would be able to master the sword arts.

As if it had felt Lin Xuan's epiphany, the mysterious small sword in his body kept on ringing. This sound made Lin Xuan's spirit soar, and his understanding of sword arts become more thorough.

"Haha, Junior Brother Lin, you are here too!" A hearty laugh sounded. "Take my Gale Sword Art!"

Behind him, there was a rapid sound of something breaking through the air, and a flash of light, as if a fierce wind was blowing.

Lin Xuan laughed, and stabbed out with his sword. It was also the Gale Sword Arts, and it was agile and strange. The sword light flashed, and the two sword lights kept on changing, making a fierce sound of collision. Every strike was accompanied by a strong wind blade, scraping the nearby mountain rocks, and creating terrifying cracks.

"Junior Brother Lin, I haven't seen you today. Your sword arts have improved greatly!" Luo Qingshan's voice came. The Gale Sword Arts had become even fiercer.

"Senior Brother Luo, you must be joking." Lin Xuan held the sword in his hand, and his body was as straight as a pine tree.

Luo Qingshan looked at the calm young man in front of him and was amazed. His cultivation was higher than Lin Xuan's, and he came into contact with the Gale Sword Arts earlier than Lin Xuan, but in terms of sword arts, Lin Xuan was far better than him. While he was amazed, he also felt helpless.

"I heard that you and Zhang Qian are going to have a life and death duel soon?" Luo Qingshan said with a frown.

Lin Xuan helplessly rubbed his nose: "Senior Brother, you know about it too."

"I'm not the only one who knows. I'm afraid that all the inner disciples know about it." Luo Qingshan said, "Ordinary people can't use the Life and Death Duel casually. Only after reporting to the sect and getting approval from the sect can they use it."

"So that's how it is," Lin Xuan muttered. "Will the sect interfere?"

"I don't know. After all, the inner disciples haven't had a life and death duel for a long time." Luo Qingshan said, "But I have to remind you that Zhang Qian's instructor was once one of the top ten core disciples. Moreover, it is said that an elder thinks highly of him. "

Lin Xuan frowned. He didn't expect Zhang Qian's background to be so complicated.

Slowly exhaling, Lin Xuan's eyes emitted two sword lights, and they were unstoppable.

"No matter who it is, they can't stop me!" At this moment, Lin Xuan's back was facing the sun, but the light behind him was boundless. His body emitted a fierce aura, like a sharp sword that reached the sky, standing on top of a mountain peak.

Although it was only for a moment, Luo Qingshan's face changed greatly. In that moment, he felt that Lin Xuan was like the ruler of this world. That kind of aura made him tremble.

"Sword Force, the real Sword Force!" Luo Qingshan was shocked.

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