Shenwu Yutianlei

Chapter 228 Lin Biyun's Gift

Lin Biyun looked at Li Wuchang who was taken away, and couldn't help cursing in her heart: Li Wuchang, Li Wuchang, you are such a complete fool! Didn't you see that your master was polite to Shen Yun? If you don't understand the situation, can't you just stay aside? You dared to attack without knowing the other party's background. Do you really think that Shen Yun's master Huo Jingtian is a decoration? Even your master can't afford to offend such a person, let alone you are just a disciple in the foundation building stage. It would be fine if you won, but the key is that you lost. This is really embarrassing to the extreme, and it has brought shame to my Biyun Peak.

After those law enforcement disciples escorted the dejected Li Wuchang away, Lin Biyun quickly smiled again. Her originally stern face seemed to melt instantly, and she turned to look at Shen Yun.

"Young friend Shen Yun, do you have any other requests?" Her voice was gentle, revealing the demeanor of an elder.

After hearing this, Shen Yun secretly complained in his heart: You have already made a decision, why are you still asking me hypocritically? Can I still make trouble in Biyun Peak? If I really have any other requests, what's the use of saying it? You may not really do it.

Thinking of this, Shen Yun looked honest on the surface and replied respectfully: "Master uncle is fair and knows right from wrong, so I naturally have no objection."

Hearing this, Lin Biyun showed a satisfied look on her face and nodded repeatedly, saying, "That's good. It's a rare opportunity for you to come to my Biyun Peak, so let Ruyi take you around and appreciate the scenery of my Biyun Peak."

"Thank you, uncle." Shen Yun bowed and said, feeling somewhat helpless, but he could only accept this arrangement. At this moment, the people around were watching all this, and they all had different thoughts on Lin Biyun's change of attitude and Shen Yun's response, making the whole scene seem particularly delicate.

At this point, the matter has come to a complete end.

"What are you all doing here? Don't you have to practice today?" Lin Biyun glanced at the disciples who were still around with a dignified look and said coldly. Her voice seemed to carry an invisible pressure, which made the hearts of the disciples tense.

"Ah, I suddenly remembered that there is still one sword technique I haven't mastered." A disciple exclaimed as if waking up from a dream, and then turned around and left in a hurry, as if he was afraid that he would be punished if he walked a step slower.

"That's right, that's right. I suddenly remembered that the Howling Moon Dog I trained is going to give birth today. I have to go back quickly." Another disciple's eyes turned and he quickly interrupted, while he ran hurriedly in the other direction with his steps a little messy.

"Ah, it looks like it's going to rain heavily. I have to go back quickly to collect the spiritual materials that are hung out to dry." Another disciple looked up at the sky and said loudly in a serious tone, then ran away quickly, as if a rainstorm was really about to come.

All of a sudden, all the disciples racked their brains to find all kinds of excuses and then fled the place as quickly as possible. In the blink of an eye, the place that was originally crowded became empty.

The field became quite quiet for a while, with only Lin Biyun, Shen Yun and Lin Ruyi still standing there. After seeing that Shen Yun was fine, Shen Rou left with her fellow apprentices at ease.

Lin Biyun looked at the direction where the disciples left. After a moment, when she was sure that they had all gone far away, she also prepared to turn around and leave.

At this moment, she paused, as if she had thought of something important, and then she turned around again, looking straight at Shen Yun. With a hint of hesitation in her eyes, she slowly said, "I saw that the long sword you used just now was made of extraordinary materials, but it is only of the second-level middle grade. I think there is still a lot of room for improvement."

After hearing this, Shen Yun was quite impressed by Lin Biyun's knowledge. He answered honestly, "Master, you have a good eye. This sword is called Jinghong. It was originally a second-grade upper-quality spiritual weapon. Because it was severely damaged earlier, its grade dropped. Now it is only at the level of a second-grade middle-quality weapon."

"Since you are the disciple of the Great Elder, we are not outsiders either," Lin Biyun looked at Shen Yun with a faint smile on her face, and then said after a pause, "I have a second-level sword sharpening stone that has been with me for many years. I will give it to you today."

As Lin Biyun spoke, she waved her jade hand gently, and with a flash of light, she took out a palm-sized stone from the storage ring. As soon as the stone appeared, it exuded a unique aura, as if it contained some mysterious power. Although its surface looked a little rough, there were faint strange patterns looming, like ancient runes beating.

Shen Yun looked at the whetstone with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

Lin Ruyi introduced softly, "Shen Yun, thank Master quickly. This second-level sword-grinding stone is an extremely precious treasure. It can effectively improve the grade of spiritual tools, and the effect is remarkable. Use it to sharpen your Jinghong Sword. Maybe it can quickly restore the Jinghong Sword to the second-level upper grade, or even go further."

Upon hearing this, Shen Yun's eyes were filled with joy and gratitude. He quickly stretched out his hands and solemnly took the whetstone.

With a solemn expression, he bowed his hands and sincerely thanked Lin Biyun: "Thank you for your generous gift, Uncle Master. Shen Yun will definitely cherish this treasure."

Lin Biyun nodded slightly, with a hint of relief in her eyes, then she said goodbye and left.

After Lin Biyun's figure completely disappeared from his sight, Shen Yun focused his attention on the sword-grinding stone in front of him. He held the sword-grinding stone carefully and examined it carefully.

Although this sword-grinding stone is not big, only the size of a palm, it weighs a thousand pounds, as if it contains endless power.

Shen Yun was secretly shocked, and then he took out the Jinghong Sword and tried to gently chop the sword-grinding stone. He heard a crisp "ding" sound, and there was no mark left on the sword-grinding stone, not even a white mark. This made Shen Yun even more amazed at its hardness.

After thinking for a while, Shen Yun tried to slowly sharpen the Jinghong Sword on the whetstone. For a moment, sparks flew everywhere, and there was a slight friction sound where the sword body and the whetstone touched. After sharpening for a while, Shen Yun stopped his movements, released his consciousness, and carefully sensed the changes of the Jinghong Sword.

After this operation, he was pleasantly surprised to find that the Jinghong Sword seemed to have undergone some subtle changes, as if it had become sharper and more sharp, and there was a faint cold light flowing on the sword body, as if it could burst out with amazing power at any time. Shen Yun was overjoyed and was full of expectations for the magical effect of this sword-grinding stone.