Master wants to run away!

Xue Hanling summoned his own sword. Like Lin Shen, his sword was also slender and long, with a cold light and a simple and simple body like white jade.

"Master," Lin Shen had never seriously looked at the unsheathed sword in his previous life, "what's its name?"

Xue Hanling slid his fingers over the blade of the sword, and immediately the sword flower moved, rippling a cold light of flying snow.

"Lan Cang."

"Lan Cang...that's a good name." Lin Shen expressed his appreciation. Compared with his pure and elegant Bing Xin, this name is more majestic.

It has the demeanor of Xuanqingmen, but it is a pity that the name does not match the reality.Lin Shen had malicious speculations in his heart.

Xue Hanling withdrew the sword, and tapped his sharp chin lightly: "Master took it, and it is for Lanze common people to live."

Xue Hanling's master is the previous head of the Xuanqing sect, the son of Xuan.

"Then what name will the master give it?" Lin Shen took advantage of the situation and continued to chat, thinking that a person like Xue Hanling, who looks cold and extraordinary on the surface, most likely has an elegant and extraordinary sword name.

Xue Hanling raised his eyelids, gave him a strange look, and said slowly, "Yingying."

Lin Shen: "?"

Xue Hanling stretched out his hand and flicked the blade of the sword, and the sword happily made a sound like a bird chirping, which was really not much different from the crisp and lovely chirping of a little tit in the morning.

No wonder it's called Yingying, but it can't be called Que...um.

It's just that his little master actually showed him the reason for the sword's name seriously, which is strange.

Immediately, Xue Hanling began to teach Lin Shen his sword skills.

Lin Shen has long been familiar with this sword technique, but seeing other people performing it, he still has a different feeling.

He also couldn't tell what it was like... He sensed that Xue Hanling's flipping thrusts on his wrists were all forceful.

To describe it in one word, it is violent and direct.

Look at the white snow and ice splattered wildly in the sky, if he didn't hide for a while, he would be shot into a sieve by these things in an instant.

This was the result of Xue Hanling not using any spiritual energy.

"Master...why do you use so much force?" Shouldn't this set of swordsmanship be fresh and elegant, making people disappear when talking and laughing?

Xue Hanling withdrew his momentum and responded calmly: "Things that can be solved by force do not require spiritual power."

Lin Shen: "..."

You mean, physical exorcism, right?

However, seeing the sharp ice cones all over the sky, Lin Shen could indeed feel the legendary power of never stopping for a thousand miles.

No wonder he was called the Immortal of Han Ling.Xue Hanling really deserved this point.

"Have you learned it?" This sword technique is the most pure-hearted. In his previous life, he was chilled down the spine. Until Lin Shen left the Xuanqing Gate, he didn't have time to see Lin Shen use it once. Now it's fine.

He thought, maybe this sword technique could help Lin when he went deep into the devil in the future.

At least, let him listen to his own words more.

Lin Shen shook his head. It was okay before, but he was busy hiding from the ice pick and the murderous snow, and couldn't see anything clearly.

"How could it be?" Xue Hanling was puzzled, this sword technique is really not difficult, "Then practice it again as a teacher, you must see it clearly."

Afterwards, Lin Shen's face was covered with snow, and he almost wondered if his master did it on purpose.

Afterwards, it was time for morning class, Xue Hanling handed over the distributed school uniform to him, and he himself changed into a white gauze and gold-rimmed teacher's outfit.

Lin Shen knew that Xuanqing Sect had three lectures every day in order to strengthen the spiritual base and friendship of disciples, but he had never seen Xue Hanling as a lecturer in his previous life.