Chapter 1774 Sword Cultivation Level

The sword hit, and even Chen Lin was stunned.

From the analysis of the previous fight, this Wang Shouyi is at least at the level of perfect virtual realm, and with the opponent's powerful sword intent, he can already be on par with the weak true realm, otherwise it is impossible to knock his Qingyue knife away with one sword.

But such a strong sword cultivator was pierced by his wooden sword, which was really unexpected.

"Thank you!"

Chen Lin drew his sword and retreated, making a fist salute.

For a strong cultivator, piercing the chest and abdomen is not a big injury, let alone losing life, even the movement will not be affected.

He didn't want to be beaten up, so he didn't pursue the victory.

It's safer to act according to the rules.

But what Chen Lin didn't expect was that as soon as he drew out the wooden sword, Wang Shouyi's body shook and fell limply to the ground.

Dead!

This made his face change slightly.

He immediately focused his attention and was on guard to prevent the other four from exploding.

However, the expected situation did not occur.

One of the four men with thick eyebrows stepped forward, touched Wang Shouyi's forehead with his palm, and then picked him up.

He looked at Chen Lin and bowed respectfully.

Then he left silently with the other three.

Chen Lin stood quietly in place, waiting for the figures of the few people to completely disappear before sheathing the wooden sword.

He frowned and thought.

It seems that if he wants to leave the sea area, he must complete this level, and he must use the sword cultivation method, otherwise he will be besieged.

He should have passed the level successfully and can move freely.

As for whether there are other levels next, it takes a little bit of exploration. First, find a gathering place for intelligent creatures and find out detailed information.

"Northern Sword Continent?"

Chen Lin muttered.

He spread his soul wings and circled around, making sure there was no abnormality, and then flew away.

One day later.

It only took one day for Chen Lin to find the gathering place.

It is a big city.

Luoxian City!

When he came to the entrance of the city gate, three big characters above came into view.

The dragons and phoenixes were flying and dancing, and every stroke carried a majestic sword intent, as if thousands of horses and thousands of troops were rushing to trample him into meat paste.

Chen Lin took a breath.

No one knew who wrote these three words, but the handwriting alone was enough to daunt people. It was conceivable that the writer's strength had reached a certain level, which was definitely not something he could deal with.

After a little thought.

Chen Lin did not choose to go directly into the city, but waited outside.

It would not be too late to understand the situation first, and then go in, lest there were any strange regulations in the city that would get him into trouble.

In addition, he had to find out the identities of those white-robed swordsmen.

After a while, two young men in white came out of the city gate side by side, talking and laughing.

Chen Lin immediately stepped forward.

He bowed and said, "Excuse me, fellow Taoists. I am Chen Lin. I have just arrived here and I want to know something. I wonder if I can delay you for some time?"

The two young men stopped.

One of them looked at Chen Lin with a long face.

He returned the greeting respectfully.

Then he said, "Okay, but you have to defeat me first!"

Chen Lin frowned.

A fight is needed to ask a question. People here are too aggressive.

It may also be due to the rules.

For the sake of experiment, he did not agree.

Waving his hand, he said, "Forget it. Please do as you please. I will ask someone else."

The long-faced young man raised his sword eyebrows when he heard this.

He stretched out his hand, drew out the sword from his waist, and made a strange gesture to Chen Lin.

He said loudly, "I am Yao Liuguang. Since you have called me, I think you think highly of the way of the sword. Please accept my challenge!"

Chen Lin:...

It is indeed a creature from the Nightmare Realm.

Looks handsome, but actually has a brain missing a string.

While complaining, Chen Lin shook his head.

"Forget the challenge. I don't have time. Let's talk about it next time."

"You refuse the challenge?"

The long-faced young man pointed his sword, and the sword body suddenly emitted bursts of sword sounds.

Chen Lin glanced at him.

"If I don't accept the challenge, what will you do?"

The aura of these two people is far inferior to that of Wang Shouyi before, so Chen Lin doesn't care. The reason why he didn't accept the challenge is that he didn't want to make too much noise and attract the strong men in the city.

But it doesn't mean that he is afraid of the other party.

"Humph, coward!"

The long-faced young man stared at Chen Lin for a while, and finally put away his long sword in a sullen manner. After a contemptuous word, he and his companions left.

Chen Lin ignored it.

Continue to wait outside the city gate.

This time he didn't look for the one wearing white clothes. He felt that the one wearing white clothes and carrying a sword should be the official figure of this scene, or he had some special identity, and it was not easy to communicate.

Not long after.

An old man with a dirty body trembled out of the city gate.

He staggered and leaned on a cane.

He held a broken bowl in his hand and looked like a beggar.

"Please come in, old man!"

Chen Lin greeted him.

But the old man didn't mean to pay attention to him.

He mumbled something and was about to walk around him.

Seeing this, Chen Lin did not say anything, but took out a sword coin and put it in the other's broken bowl, making a crisp sound.

The old man stopped.

His eyes lit up instantly, and he looked at Chen Lin excitedly.

"Is this for me?"

Chen Lin nodded.

Then he took out another sword coin, shook it and said: "As long as you can answer a few questions for me, this one will be given to you."

"Okay, okay."

The old man took the sword coin from the bowl, held it tightly in his hand, and nodded to Chen Lin repeatedly.

As soon as he saw the other party's reaction, Chen Lin knew that the purchasing power of the sword coin was not low.

Think about it.

This is something equivalent to the golden nightmare coin. How could the value be low? You know, even in a scene of the level of Fairy Tale Town, the golden nightmare coin is extremely precious.

The cat-headed monster Xirina was trapped in Fairy Tale Town for many years for a golden nightmare coin and almost died.

"What do you want to ask, I will tell you everything I know."

The old man's eyes moved back and forth with the sword coin in Chen Lin's hand, looking extremely eager.

Chen Lin looked at the other party.

This person was disheveled, but he spoke in a literary manner. He was probably not a beggar.

But this had nothing to do with him.

He invited the old man to a tree not far away, found a clean place, and sat on the ground. Then he slowly asked.

"Who is the lord of this city? How famous and powerful is he?"

Chen Lin first found a topic.

A trace of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes.

Then it became cloudy again.

He slowly replied: "Luoxian City, the city lord is naturally Luo Xian. Your Excellency is not from the Northern Sword Continent, otherwise it is impossible that even Grandmaster Luo does not know about it. That is an old-fashioned Sword Sect, very powerful!"

Sword Sect?

Chen Lin's heart moved.

According to Yuan Qing, if you want to transit through here to enter the other world, you must not only complete the mission of leaving, but also become a Sword Sect, so he is very sensitive to the title of Sword Sect.

He pondered for a while.

Chen Lin asked again: "To be honest, I come from a place where few people go. I have just entered the Northern Sword Continent not long ago. I don't know much about the situation here. Can you tell me what powerful people there are on this continent?"

"Haha, then you really asked the right person."

The old man put down the bowl, stroked his beard, and showed a trace of reminiscence.

"Back then, I was also a handsome young man. I became a white-robed swordsman at the age of twenty, and traveled around and made a name for myself. Unfortunately, God is jealous of talents..."

"My father-in-law is also a man with a story!"

Chen Lin saw that the other party was going to talk for a long time, so he interrupted immediately. He was anxious to complete the task and had no time to listen to the other party's recollection of the past.

The old man was a little unhappy.

But for the sake of money, he didn't say anything and brought the topic back on track.

"Speaking of the North Sword Continent, there are really many strong people."

After a little thought, the old man continued: "There are 360 ​​sword sects in this world, and the North Sword Continent has 36 of them, and it also has the largest number of promoted sword masters, surpassing other continents."

Chen Lin touched his chin.

There are only 360 sword sects, which is not a lot.

The fewer the number, the stronger the sword sect is. Compared with the outside world, it is probably comparable to the real realm.

As for the sword master above, is it an eternal level?

Thinking of this, Chen Lin couldn't help but take a deep breath. If the guess was correct, the level of this scene would be too high.

"Old man, you are really knowledgeable."

Chen Lin gave a thumbs up.

Then he asked: "I wonder how many sword masters there are now, and are there any in our Northern Sword Continent?"

"Why is the sword master here? He must go to Jianhu to protect the sword girl."

The old man answered without thinking.

Suddenly thinking of something, he looked at the sword on Chen Lin's waist.

Suspiciously, "You have a sword on your waist, so you must be a swordsman. How come you don't even know such information?"

Chen Lin grabbed the hilt and pulled out the wooden sword.

His expression was slightly embarrassed.

"I came from a small place and just like to practice swordsmanship. I don't even have a suitable sword. I'm sorry to make you laugh."

The old man looked enlightened.

He didn't mock, but looked serious.

He said in a concentrated voice: "It's a good thing to have a heart for swordsmanship. As long as you have a dream, you will succeed sooner or later. Maybe one day you can become a sword master!"

"Thank you for your good words."

Chen Lin acted excited.

Immediately brought the topic back and said sincerely: "Can you tell me in detail the level of sword cultivation and the distribution of each continent, so as to boost my ambition?"

"Hahaha."

"That's what I should do."

The old man looked proud of supporting the younger generation.

Then he started to talk.

"This world was created by the Sword Girl, so the Sword Girl is the master. Everything in the world must obey the Sword Girl's orders."

"The Sword Girl lives in the Sword Lake of the Central Continent and is guarded by 36 Sword Masters. Under the Sword Masters, there are 360 ​​Sword Sects, scattered all over the world, each guarding one side."

"Under the Sword Sects are the Swordsmen."

"Swordsmen are divided into three levels, single flower, double flower, and triple flower. This can be distinguished from their sword robes. There is no fixed number of swordsmen, and I don't know the exact number."

Chen Lin waited for the other party to take a breath and immediately interrupted.

He asked with doubts: "So, the number of Sword Masters and Sword Sects is fixed?"

He was really confused.

It is very strange that the level realm can be fixed. There must be some rules and restrictions, which must be clarified.