My comprehension system disappeared again

Not long after the bell rang, the hall master's illegal voice came from the back hall: "Mingzhe, Yiyun, you two, go to welcome the guests to the head hall."

As soon as the two of them responded, Elder Wang took out his flying sword: Mo Gong.

The blade of this sword is broad and shaped like an epee. Except for the slight silver light on the blade, the whole body is as black as ink.

As soon as Lin Yiyun stepped on the flying sword and hugged Elder Wang, he could only hear the whistling wind in his ears and the things in the foreground constantly receding rapidly. This feeling is really cool!

When will I be able to do it myself, to achieve the golden core and control the sword in the world, this is a cultivator of immortals!

Although Baishitang is tens of miles away from the mountain gate, it only takes a few tens of breaths to arrive at such a rapid speed.

As soon as Feijian retracted after landing, Elder Wang's lips moved slightly as if he was transmitting sound. When he closed his mouth, the thick mountain gate hundreds of meters high creaked and creaked slowly.

As the mountain gate gradually opened, the two people outside gradually came into view.

One has blond hair and majestic appearance, the other has black hair, thin, tall and elegant, and they are all about the same age as themselves. They are all dressed in a gold-rimmed robe with a golden sun printed on their chest, and they have an extraordinary bearing.

But Lin Yiyun then thought that he was not bad in this lavender robe, and coupled with this handsome face, there must be only one word to describe him: human as a dog.

"It turned out to be a distinguished guest of the Zhuri Sect, Wang Mingzhe, the elder of Baishi Hall, and this is my disciple Lin Yiyun, I don't know how to call you two?"

The elegant man smiled slightly: "My lord, Wang Xuangong." After saying that, he looked at his companion.

"Wen Lang." The blond man only spit out two words and stopped talking.

The elegant man seemed to shake his head helplessly and said with a smile: "My junior is not good at dealing with people, so I have to trouble you next."

After saying that, he cupped his hands, Elder Wang just waved his hand when he heard the words, and then took out a small car the size of a palm from the storage bag.

The small cart looks like a carriage, but there are two puppets in armor standing on the front, which looks quite delicate.

After Elder Wang input spiritual power, it turned into the size of Zhang Xu, and it was just right for four people to ride.

As soon as they sat up, the elegant man laughed and said: "It's the first time for the two of us to come to your sect, please ask Elder Wang to take us for a walk and learn a lot, how about it?"

Wang Mingzhe nodded slightly and said, "Alright."

After saying that, the car started to speed up after inputting spiritual power. Although the speed was not as fast as Feijian, it was not slower.

Along the way, Lin Yiyun chatted with the elegant man Wang Xuangong, knowing that he had already established the foundation at the age of twenty, which made him very envious.

However, the other party was obviously cultivated by the elite disciples of the sect, not comparable to ordinary disciples like myself.

When asked why he came here, the elegant man just smiled mysteriously and said that it was related to the head of your sect, and he didn't say much.

When passing by the martial arts competition stage, Wang Xuangong saw a lot of people around, asked, "I've been famous for the Luoyue Sect's exercises for a long time, why don't you go and have a look?"

Elder Wang frowned slightly upon hearing this, but nodded.

After getting off the car, Lin Yiyun looked up to the stage. One was Guo Fengmao, the first disciple of Huyue Peak, and Xue Yong, the second disciple of Crescent Moon Peak.

Both of them are in the early stage of foundation establishment, but Xue Yong has just stepped in recently, while Guo Fengmao has been in foundation establishment for more than a year.

From the corner of the eye, I saw the majestic blond man watching intently, as if he was a little excited and eager to try.

I'm sure I'm the kind of legendary fighting maniac, Lin Yiyun couldn't help muttering to himself.

But immediately his attention was attracted by the stage again, the two were fighting to the critical moment

But he saw the blue sword in Guo Fengmao's hand hanging above his head emitting bursts of blue light, and immediately the sword turned at high speed to form a huge cyclone, and then he saw his hand changed and the cyclone rushed towards Xue Yong without hesitation.

And that Xue Yong used a thick and heavy ruler. Seeing the huge cyclone coming, he swung the big ruler at a very high speed, forming a series of ruler shadows around him, and then he kicked the ground hard and rushed towards the cyclone.

There was a huge sound of "bang", and a figure flew out from the place where the cyclone collided with the ruler shadow, it was Xue Yong.

He forced himself to adjust his body in the air before he managed to stand firmly on the ground.

At the moment he had no choice but to bow his hands: "Skills are not as good as others, and you are willing to be inferior. Brother Guo's Bixuan Jin is well-deserved."

And just when Guo Fengmao was slightly proud but humble, he saw a blond man on the stage.

And the elegant man under the stage held his forehead helplessly and said: "My junior brother has such a temper, his hands itch when he sees people competing."

Old Wang Zhang smiled slightly when he heard the words: "It's okay, it's great to compete with disciples from different sects. Who hasn't been young and vigorous? I coughed back then, so I won't mention it."

"I didn't expect it. It seems that Elder Wang's temperament was not as stable as he is now when he was young." Lin Yiyun also looked slightly sideways when he heard this.

But at this time, Wen Lang on the stage said: "I don't take advantage of others' danger, I just use five points of my spiritual power after you have just finished a battle."

When Guo Fengmao heard the words, he waved his hands and said: "No need, brother, let the horse come over."

Five points of spiritual power, who do you look down on, how can you lose face, Guo Fengmao has the best face in his life.

However, he was doomed to lose his face, and he was defeated before Yizhuxiang arrived, and immediately left with a livid face and angrily.

And Elder Wang's complexion is not very good at this time, Guo Fengmao's unstable temperament needs to be polished.

On the side, Lin Yiyun felt hesitant. He was ashamed that he had never fought anyone before, and his hands were a little itchy, and with this Wen Lang's temperament, he might not have no chance!

Then he turned to Wang Mingzhe and said, "Elder Wang, Yiyun's hands are itchy for some reason."

After saying that, he went up to the stage, and Wang Mingzhe was taken aback. When did this kid change his mind?

"Brother Wen Lang, you won't look down on the next Qi training period."

"No, how about this, I'll let you make three moves first."

I'll go, isn't this still contemptuous, wait a minute, just wait and see how I can treat you later and it's over.

Lin Yiyun thought about it so, but he clasped his fists with a serious face and said, "Then thank you, Brother Wen Lang."

After all, a few Fireball Talismans and Wind Blade Talismans appeared in his hand. With a flick of his fingers, the Fireball Talismans went first, and the Wind Blade followed.

I saw that the fire took advantage of the wind to make several fireballs more than double in size, filling the space in front of Wen Lang.

But he was a little disdainful, the flame looked mighty but in fact it was vain.

They practiced the daily martial arts, they were experts in playing with fire, they immediately slapped their chests and opened their mouths to swallow all the fireballs in front of them.

Of course, Lin Yiyun didn't expect this trick to be successful, just as Wen Lang swallowed the flames, he saw a few icicles of icy cold coming towards him, and the sharp ice tips pointed directly at the center of his eyebrows.

At that moment, he swung the long knife with flames flowing in his hand, and the ice cone turned into ice chips all over the sky, and was evaporated into a hazy mist by the residual heat of the flame.

With this little trick, Wen Lang became more and more disdainful.

However, at this moment, Lin Yiyun flicked his ten fingers repeatedly, and ten lightning falling talismans flew out, turning into ten finger-thick purple lightning bolts.

However, the target of these ten lightning bolts was not Wen Lang, but struck at the water mist around Wen Lang, and the surge of lightning turned into a small sea of ​​thunder and lightning in an instant.

Lin Yiyun was a little excited at this moment, he was confident that even if it was a foundation establishment, it would never be easy to take over this power.

It's a pity that after only two or three breaths, a blazing blade shredded Lei Hai. The scorching temperature even felt that Lin Yiyun's lips were dry from a few feet away.

Wen Lang came out unscathed, but upon closer inspection, he found that his hand holding the knife trembled slightly, and some parts of his clothes were slightly scorched, which seemed to be not without effect.

"There is another trick. If it's just this level, then you should just admit defeat."

Lin Yiyun, who was already a little depressed, felt angry when he heard Wen Lang's words, who did he look down on?

At that moment, feeling ruthless, he took out a thick pile of talismans from the storage bag. This was all the inventory he had accumulated in the past six months!

Seeing that number, the corners of the eyes of everyone in the audience twitched, and even the face of Wen Lang on the opposite side changed, and he squeezed out two words from between his teeth: "shameless.".

Lin Yiyun also felt that he seemed to have a hundred million points of shamelessness, and immediately explained: "Ahem, my trick is called Baifu Pilgrimage."

Everyone in the audience despised him in their hearts. They had never seen such a shameless person. This was enough for a "thousand-tale pilgrimage"!

Wang Xuangong was also shocked for a long time, this must be fatal, the key is that his junior brother may really be ready to accept it because of his temper.

No, no, he jumped onto the stage and took Lin Yiyun's hand holding the talisman seal and said, "Luoyue Sect is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, brother, I have seen it today, with Brother Yiyun's attainments in talisman , the achievements in the future must be limitless, peace is the most important thing in Zongmen exchanges, just give me face, how about a draw?"

Lin Yiyun, who had been dragged by him for a long time, was tired and crooked, and immediately ordered it like a chicken pecking rice, thinking in his heart that this is also an old and muddy one, and he might even be an old gay.

I don't know how Wang Xuangong would feel if he knew what was going on in his heart at this time...

After this incident, I was speechless all the way to the main hall...

In the main hall, Luoyue sat at the head of the sect. Today was different. She changed into the Taoist uniform with the crescent moon on it, and tied up her hair with a jade hairpin.

Looking at Lin Yiyun, he was lost for a while, and Elder Wang next to him said: "Sect Master, the guests have already arrived."

Luo Yue nodded her smooth chin slightly: "I'm sorry, both of you."

Immediately seeing that Wen Lang's clothes seemed to show signs of fighting, he cast a questioning look at Elder Wang.

After knowing the ins and outs through sound transmission, Luo Yue couldn't help laughing secretly: "This Lin Yiyun is interesting." Immediately, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised and she looked at Lin Yiyun with a smile.

Lin Yiyun, who had been peeking at Luo Yue, was taken aback by her for a moment, and immediately realized what was going on, and couldn't help but blushed slightly, so he had to look up to the sky, which made Luo Yue laugh again.

After the two of the Zhuri Sect were amazed by Luo Yue's prosperous beauty for a while, Wang Xuangong first reacted and said: "Wang Xuangong and Wen Lang, disciples of the Zhuri Sect, pay a visit to the head of Luo Yue."

"I don't know why you two came here?"

Wang Xuangong said solemnly: "The two of us came here under the order of the head of the sect. There are two things: one is that our young suzerain has stepped into the Nascent Soul Stage, ten days later the sect will hold a celebration and sent an invitation card; the second thing is It is our young suzerain who will come to propose marriage in three days."

Luo Yue's face darkened when she heard the words, she seemed to have thought of something, she lightly opened her vermilion lips and uttered cold words:

"Oh? That's congratulations to the noble sect, but I don't know who the young sect master has his eyes on?"

At this time, Lin Yiyun also had a bad guess in his heart, recalling what the person on the road said was related to the head of the sect, he felt more and more uneasy.

At this time, the elegant man's expression was a little unnatural and he said slowly: "The object of our young suzerain's marriage proposal is..."

"you!"