Chapter 552: Imperial Sword Intention
The fat man was about to laugh out loud, but quickly covered his mouth.
Because Lu Yun is still receiving the inheritance.
The fat man was still a righteous person. After inhaling the second-hand smoke, he did not disturb the person who lit the cigarette, but showed the greatest respect to Lu Yun.
Sit down quietly.
Looking at Lu Yun quietly.
But the more the fat man watched, the more strange it seemed to him. He thought to himself, this Brother Zhang San, it’s okay that he wields his sword without any method, but why is the sword intent he exudes so weak?
The sword intent is divided into nine levels from weak to strong. After the ninth level is meticulous and detailed, which is referred to as the meticulous level.
After reaching the level of subtlety, one reaches the master level.
The fat man's sword intent had already reached the subtle level. At his age, he was one of the best sword practitioners and had great talent.
Now that he has inherited a bit of the Sword Emperor's legacy, the fat man's swordsmanship has taken a step further, from the subtle level to the master level, so he is so excited and calls himself a sword master.
But looking at Lu Yun's sword intent at this moment, it seems that he is only at the ordinary ninth level and has not reached the subtle level. Then how can he inherit the Sword Emperor's legacy?
The fat man was very confused.
What he didn't know was that Lu Yun was not a sword cultivator before. His sword intent soared directly from zero to the ninth level after he felt the sword intent of the Sword Emperor.
This talent is absolutely incredible.
The fat man looked at Lu Yun in confusion.
a period of time.
Lu Yun's sword intent changed significantly.
"Yes, Brother Zhang's sword intent has finally reached the subtle level, and has caught up with me before. It's really excellent..."
The fat man praised and was about to stand up, but the next second he was pushed back as if by an invisible hand. He frowned and said, "Are you still going?"
Lu Yun's stabbing did not stop.
The fat man consciously closed his mouth again to avoid disturbing Lu Yun.
hum!hum!hum!
About half an hour later.
Lu Yun's sword intent made another breakthrough.
A strange look appeared on the fat man's face, and his eyes flickered as he said, "Master level, catching up with me now, really fucking excellent... eh? Still continuing?"
The fat man himself had been stuck at the subtle level for a long time. Today, he was lucky and came across an opportunity, so he broke through to the master level and became a kendo master.
Proves that he is very strong in swordsmanship.
But Lu Yun is different.
Lu Yun went from the ordinary level to the subtle level, and then from the subtle level to the master level. It seemed that there was no bottleneck.
This kendo talent is even stronger.
No wonder he was recognized by the Sword Emperor, it turns out his qualifications are so abnormal!
The fat man was full of admiration and praised him in his heart, but when he saw that Lu Yun had not stopped yet, he finally lost his composure and stood up.
"Still going on?"
After some time again.
The fat man said dully: "Half-emperor level..."
Still didn't stop.
Another qualitative change.
Lu Yun finally stopped, but the fat man was completely stunned.
“Imperial…Imperial Sword Intent!!”
He actually completely comprehended the sword intent left by the former Sword Emperor at once?
This person is not just perverted, he is the most perverted of all perverts!
"How about it, now you can tell the difference between an ordinary genius and a monstrous genius?"
The white mark between Lu Yun's eyebrows had disappeared. He looked at the fat man with a smile, pulling the fat man back to reality from his daze.
The fat man slapped himself in the face, and the pain told him that he was not dreaming.
"Brother Zhang San... No, Third Brother, Fatty, I understand. You are the real genius. Those so-called geniuses in Kunlun are nothing in front of you."
The fat man complimented very tactfully, with an expression of admiration on his face.
Lu Yun smiled and said, "Your attitude changed quite quickly. Are you not pretending anymore?"
"Ahem... what are you talking about, Third Brother? How dare I show off in front of you? I just took advantage of you, Third Brother, you won't blame me, right?"
"That's the opportunity you deserve, not freeloading. Otherwise, why is it you who is standing next to me today, and not someone else?"
"Haha, that makes sense. It makes so much sense. Third brother, you are simply a philosopher. You are much more philosophical than me, the fat guy."
The fat man was good at flattering, and his eyes unconsciously fell on the peerless sword in Lu Yun's hand.
Lu Yun said contemptuously: "This is your sword, take it back!"
"Thanks……"
The fat man was ecstatic.
This sword was given to him by his father, the sect leader. It can be said to be the best sword in the Lingjian Sect and is naturally extremely precious.
The fat man really wanted to take it back.
But he had just stretched out his hand half an inch when he pulled it back the next second with a hesitant expression on his face.
Lu Yun asked in surprise: "What's wrong? Is this sword hot?"
"No, Third Brother, it's because of you that I was able to become a sword master so quickly. If I were to slowly comprehend it on my own, it would take at least a few more years, or even more than ten years..."
"so what?"
Lu Yun showed a bit of interest. He roughly guessed what the fat man wanted to say and couldn't help but become interested.
"Fatty, I am a person who clearly distinguishes between gratitude and resentment. I have received the kindness from Third Brother, so of course I have to repay him. Just now I saw that you used this sword very well, so I, so I... Alas!"
The fat man looked conflicted, but suddenly he sighed heavily as he was speaking.
Lu Yun couldn't help laughing and said, "So you want to give it to me, but you feel bad about it, right?"
"Yes, yes, yes, Third Brother, you really understand me too well, hehe..."
The fat man nodded hurriedly, but when he met Lu Yun's playful eyes, he laughed awkwardly twice.
"You're an interesting fat guy. Okay, I don't like this sword. Take it back!"
The fat man suddenly widened his eyes and said, "Third brother, are you serious?"
"You already call me Third Brother, how can I have the nerve to steal your things again? Come on!"
Lu Yun threw the sword out directly.
The fat man hurriedly took it and held it in his arms. While wiping it, he smiled and said, "Hey, thank you, Third Brother. From now on, Fatty will be your little brother. If you have any instructions, just ask!"
"You're welcome. I really don't like it."