Chapter 11 - Senior, Please Give Me Some Advice! (1/2)

The Trigger Hall was an extremely important place of the sect.

It ranked even higher than the Sect Affairs Administration. One needed to spend money on practicing here.

The 500 taels of silver Lin Yun kept was just for this.

He was allowed to come in after paying 300 taels of silver.

There were many fighting puppets of different levels here, which could simulate a martial practitioner’s action and thinking, and store the data of each fighting experience.

You could say they were extremely experienced.

Fighting with those fighting puppets was like fighting with kung fu masters.

In Hengyun Mountains, however much one experienced, his rivals were just beasts.

But after all, beasts were different from kung fu practitioners.

The Trigger Hall had inner and outer areas. The outer area was for the outer disciples, while the inner area was for the inner disciples.

Compared with the outer area, the inner area was broad but a little desolate.

But however crowded the outer area was, the outer disciples were barely allowed to practice in the inner area.

When Lin Yun just came in, many outer disciples noticed him.

“Look! Who is here?”

“Isn’t it the sword slave Lin Yun? What is he doing here instead of staying in his Sword-washing Chamber?”

“Haha, didn’t you know? That sword slave was an outer disciple now. He injured that good-for-nothing Zhou Ping. Many disciples of Sect Affairs Administration saw it.”

Lin Yun was known for his Sword-maintenance Skills, plus that Su Ziyao.

Almost all disciples had heard of his deeds, and made fun of his “secret love”.

So as soon as Lin Yun appeared, he was recognized and surrounded by the crowd.

“How long has he learnt his swordplay? How dare he challenge the fighting puppet? He really has the guts.”

“I bet he will be defeated by the puppet within five moves.”

“You overestimated him. Within three moves, I bet.”

The outer disciples showed a commanding attitude and were having a bet on him.

Lin Yun wore no expression on his face. He chose one of training platforms and jumped onto it.

The moment he jumped onto it, the fighting puppet in the corner sensed it, with the eyes lit up.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The wooden puppet with kind of clumsy body was swinging its sword at him with quite swift steps.

It was the first time Lin Yun fought against a fighting puppet. He never expected it could be so fast. When he just pulled out his sword, the puppet was already before him.

Clank!

Two swords clashed! Lin Yun, who was caught unprepared, was forced to take a few steps back by that chop and nearly fell off the arena.

“Hahaha…”

On seeing this, all disciples around burst into laughter.

Whoosh!

The fighting Puppet had no feelings. It immediately gave Lin another stab!

Lin Yun who nearly broke down said nothing. The strong inner power of Pure Yang martial art was operated secretly in his body.

Clank!

The deadly chop from the fighting puppet was wholly warded off by Lin Yun, who was standing still like his feet rooted there.

All disciples were struck dumb with amazement at that moment.

The smiles froze on the faces of those outer disciples who were just laughing out loud.

After stabilizing himself, Lin Yun tried to use his Flowing Wind Swordplay. Now Lin Yun who nearly lost and fell off the arena controlled the whole situation.

“What’s going on?”

“He is just struggling. He was forced to a dead end. His inner power got motivated, so he can turn the tide.”

“Yeah, that’s right. Otherwise by his ability, he would have already been thrown out of the arena with the first chop. “

The frozen smiles gradually melted on the faces of those outer disciples. They all thought Lin Yun was just struggling.

Soon his inner power would run out. The situation would be even worse for him then.

Gathering Water to Form a Stream Flowing like Wind!

After getting in the groove, Lin Yun seemed to have endless inner power. And he began to attack with his Flowing Wind Swordplay instead of defending.

The situation on the arena got reversed in an instant.

The fighting puppet was kept being pushed back. After 20 moves, it was thrown off the arena.

Bang!

With the defeat of the fighting puppet, the whole place lapsed into dead silence. No one made a sound.

Lin Yun landed on the arena, put away his sword, with a touch of satisfaction on his face.

But he indeed benefited a lot from the fight against the fighting puppet, but it was only a primary one.

He had to apply to fight against the middle-level fighting puppet.

Clap! Clap! Clap!