"Crack!"

A loud voice sounded, and Lin Yun turned his head and saw that the golden iron sword in Xuan Ming's hand had turned into countless pieces of iron.

"Master Hong Bo, you are still more skilled." Xuan Ming sighed slowly, with a trace of disappointment on his face.

Hong Bo defeated Xuan Ming. In other words, the final champion will be between Hong Bo and Lin Yun.

"Lin Yun, you surprised me so much. I didn't expect you to be so proficient in the art of making swords."

Hong Bo smiled slightly and continued: "Your iron sword has been strengthened to the level of a senior swordsman. And my sword seems to be at the level of a senior swordsman. Now, let everyone take a look, whose iron sword is the best."

Solid."

Lin Yun started to study the rules and carefully observed the iron sword in Hong Bo's hand, and his heart suddenly trembled.

Hong Bo's iron sword actually has six different formations carved into it. Not to mention the functions of these formations, Hong Bo's exquisite formation skills have made Lin Yun secretly frightened. No wonder, he

It can construct powerful formations like the trapped star formation.

Lin Yun guessed that Hong Bo's sword was at least as strong as a great swordsman's.

"Come on, whoever has the strongest sword will be the champion of this sword-making competition. Of course, no matter who is the champion, our floating city has won the honorary title of Sword-Forging City." Hong Bo smiled and raised his hands.

The iron sword hit Lin Yun's iron sword.

Tens of thousands of people around were staring attentively at the collision of the two swords. Countless reporters were holding cameras, ready to record this exciting moment.

"when!"

The first collision was evenly matched. Neither sword was broken.

"bump!"

After the second collision, slight cracks appeared on Lin Yun's sword.

"Boom!" "Crack!"

After the third collision, Hong Bo's sword flashed with white light and shattered into countless powders.

In an instant, countless flashlights flashed quickly to record this historic moment. The champion of this Divine Realm Sword Forging Competition turned out to be young Lin Yun!

"Hello, viewers, this is the first news from the Demon Temple. We unfortunately inform you that Lin Yun, the evil criminal wanted by our Demon Temple, has actually become the champion of this sword-making competition. Although we can't believe it,

But Lin Yun's sword-making skills have indeed reached a god-level level. Lin Yun's wanted order may be revoked..."

"Hello everyone, this is the official news of Baihua Palace. Now we are reporting the explosive news of this sword-making competition. The idol Hong Bo failed unexpectedly, and the dark horse Lin Yun won the championship..."

"I am a good swordsman. I am Wang Xiaoxian, the most popular reporter of the Sword Masters Association last year. The champion of this sword-making competition is actually Lin Yun, who is wanted by the Demon Temple..."

…

In less than a few minutes, Lin Yun's name has spread throughout the entire God Realm. In the God Realm, everyone who pays attention to the news knows Lin Yun's other identity: a god-level swordsmith.

Lin Yun stood there blankly, with a horrified expression on his face, as if he was stupidly happy.

"Brother Lin, congratulations on becoming one of our god-level swordsmiths. From today on, we should call you Master Lin. You are so happy that you are speechless." Xuan Ming stroked his white beard and said to Lin

Yun congratulated.

Luo Shui snorted coldly and turned away: "Huh, I just have a good master."

Hong Bo walked up to Lin Yun, patted Lin Yun's shoulder gently, and said with a smile: "Now, you have become a member of the divine swordsmiths. From now on, the divine swordsmiths in the divine world

, from five people to six. Presumably, those who want to arrest you will immediately cancel their arrest."

Who dares to arrest a god-level swordsmith? A god-level swordsmith can make swords for the Sword God. In other words, he can easily obtain the sword god's favor. With the title of god-level swordsmith, the Demon Temple's

Wanted is just a joke.

Lin Yun suddenly realized it, grabbed Hong Bo's hand excitedly, and said in a trembling voice: "So that's it, thank you..."

Hong Bo stopped Lin Yun's words and said with his spiritual mind: "There is no need to let others know about this matter. This championship is dispensable to me, but it is very important to you. Since you have joined the rebellion

We are all brothers. There is no need to thank you for this kind of effort."

Lin Yun's heart was filled with warmth. At the moment when the iron swords collided for the third time, Hong Bo himself used his spiritual thoughts to destroy the formation in the long sword and gave the championship to Lin Yun.

How great an honor is it to be the champion of the Sword Competition? However, in order to help Lin Yun, Hong Bo actually gave up the championship title that he was about to win.

Hong Bo is indeed a master!

Lin Yun stood there, accepting the congratulations of countless swordsmiths, and his heart could not be calm for a long time. At this moment, he once again deeply felt the true meaning of "brothers".

After a long time, the congratulatory crowd gradually dispersed. Xuan Ming walked up to Lin Yun and said with a smile: "Master Lin, I want to say goodbye to you. Let me tell you good news. My granddaughter Xuan Guaiguai and your senior brother

Zheng Bin will hold a wedding at the Xuanwu Tribe’s Holy Land in seven days. I hope you can come to attend."

Lin Yun nodded with a smile and said loudly: "I will definitely participate."

"Master Lin, I'm here to say goodbye to you too."

A strange voice came from afar. Luo Shui pushed through the crowded crowd and walked up to Lin Yun.

"I also have good news to tell you. Our Saint Xiao Leng of the Demon Temple will compete in a martial arts competition at the Holy Land of the Demon Temple in seven days to find a bride. I also hope that you can come and participate."

Upon hearing the news, Lin Yun's eyes narrowed and his mind was shaken!

Three months is almost here?!

Clenching his fists tightly, Lin Yun said coldly: "I will definitely participate. I will defeat all challengers and then take Xiao Leng away."

Luo Shui raised his eyebrows and smiled mockingly: "I'm so sorry, Master Lin. According to the rules of our Demon Temple, wanted persons are not allowed to participate in martial arts competitions to recruit brides. Although, we will cancel the wanted order for you, a god-level swordsmith. However,

The efficiency of our Demonic Temple has never been high, so it will be about seven days before the wanted order is cancelled."

Luo Shui's face turned cold and he said gloomily: "So, just open your eyes and watch your beloved Xiao Leng carefully and become someone else's bride!"

After hearing Luo Shui's words, a strong anger quickly rushed into Lin Yun's heart. The good mood that he had just obtained the title of God-level Swordsmith was ruined by this news. Lin Yun understood that the Demon Temple did this on purpose.

Although Lin Yun cannot continue to be wanted, marrying Xiao Leng, whom Lin Yun cares about, to someone else will add to Lin Yun's heart.

Luo Shui carefully observed Lin Yun's expression, and when he saw Lin Yun's angry look, he couldn't help laughing: "Master Lin, we sincerely extend an invitation to you, hoping that you can observe the contest in our Demon Temple to recruit a bride. I believe it.

, you will definitely not miss the wedding scene between Xiao Leng and a certain talent."

Lin Yun laughed angrily and said coldly: "Demon Temple, very good, I will remember you."

"Oh, Master Lin is angry. I'm so scared. Fortunately, I am a sword god and can beat you, a sword master. Master Lin, I will leave first. Please don't give me away. I accept it."

I'm sorry."

Luo Shui patted his chest, with a frightened expression on his face, and walked away shaking his head. Lin Yun was left standing quietly, his heart filled with anger.

Xiao Leng's face appeared in Lin Yun's mind again. Skin whiter than milk, big ruby-like eyes, and an innocent face.

My feelings towards Xiao Leng have always been very quiet.

This kind of tranquility is like a stream flowing in the heart, slowly purifying the boredom in the heart. It is also like the cool breeze in the hot summer, easily blowing away the anxiety of the day.

This kind of quietness made Lin Yun never sure whether he simply liked Xiao Leng or was in love with her.

Until now, Lin Yun still doesn't know whether he loves Xiao Leng or not.

If this person were Feng Ke, Lin Yun would not hesitate to say that he loves Feng Ke and he would give everything for Feng Ke.

But Xiao Leng, are Lin Yun really willing to give everything for her?

Lin Yun shook his head and threw these thoughts out of his mind.

"No matter what, I will not let Xiao Leng marry someone she doesn't like. I will take Xiao Leng out of the Demon Temple and live the life she likes. If Xiao Leng is still unwilling to leave me, no one can take her away.

Take it with me!"

Lin Yun's eyes became extremely firm:

"Not even the devil!"

At this moment, a hearty voice sounded.

"Lin Yun, you seem to have made some decision. If I guess correctly, this decision has something to do with the saint of the Demon Temple."

Lin Yun raised his head and saw Hong Bo's concerned eyes.

"Yes, Master Hong Bo, I am going to the Demon Temple to take Xiao Leng away." Lin Yun said firmly.

Hong Bo touched his chin and said slowly: "I'm afraid this is very difficult to handle. You have to understand that Xiao Leng is the saint of the Demon Temple. If you want to take away the saint of the Demon Temple, you will definitely suffer a lot.

Resistance. Your title as a god-level blacksmith may not be useful. After all, the Demon Temple also has a god-level blacksmith."

Lin Yun shook his head and said in a deep voice: "No, I don't want to confront the Demon Temple head-on. I just want to defeat all the opponents in the competition and marry her openly."

Hong Bo sighed and said in a deep voice: "This is even more difficult. You can fool others, but you can't fool me. Although you have the power of rules, you have not yet become a sword master. Your strength is probably at the level of

Between low-level sword masters and mid-level sword masters.”

Lin Yun's heart trembled and he couldn't help but nodded.

Hong Bo continued: "According to my estimation, the strongest people who participate in the Demon Temple Competition to recruit a bride should be able to reach the level of Senior Sword Master. With your current strength, you simply cannot defeat the Senior Sword Master and win the final championship."

"Then what should I do?" Lin Yun frowned and asked anxiously.

Hong Bo explained in a deep voice: "The most critical part of this problem is that the time is too short. You have just become a god-level swordsmith, and you have not yet earned your name. You have not received the favor of a god-level strongman at all. If you have passed

In three to five years, when you become famous, we will propose marriage to the Demon Temple together, and I’m afraid they won’t dare not agree.”

Lin Yun nodded slightly and asked softly: "Then, is there no other way?"

Hong Bo lowered his head and thought for a moment, then his eyes suddenly lit up.

"There is another way, but it depends on your determination and will."

Lin Yun quickly asked: "What can we do?"

Hong Bo stared at Lin Yun with burning eyes and smiled slightly:

"Awakening into a sword master within seven days!"
Chapter completed!