Sure enough, Irin guessed it right.

Yi Lin listened halfway and felt that he had almost finished listening. He took advantage of the darkness to leave quietly in the middle of the class.

By chance, I passed by the Path Palace and Yi Lin felt an airflow inside, hovering in the sky, like an angry dragon, which was very terrifying.

In this situation, it was like a ram white sitting in the yard casually, staring at Yi Lin and saying: Come here!

Yi Lin was speechless. There were only two bottles of purple bamboo brew left in the Yang Er Lao's stock. There was no need to touch them at this time... Let's talk about it next time, forget it this time.

...

In fact, Yi Lin didn't care whether Jian Nanchun would sleep or not.

But taking this opportunity, Yi Lin planned to go down the mountain and return to Qingniu Village to see how his parents were doing.

If possible, he even wanted to bring his parents to Xianshan for retirement.

The climate here is pleasant and full of spiritual energy. Even ordinary people can live for a long time without practicing and sticking around here without illness or pain.

During the day, he was a disciple of learning and the legendary elders' favorite - Lin Yi.

At night, he went deep into the center and worked tirelessly above the spiritual sea to carry out a huge project called "Building a Throne".

Although this huge project has been slow to progress, it has taken shape.

Under Green's guidance, Yi Linzhen tossed out that thing.

But in the spiritual world, Green scoffed at Yi Lin's excitement and rolled out a middle finger with his wings to express his disdain in his heart.

"You are so ragged, you really dare to let it go. I accidentally sneeze when I woke up and squirted away... You are far from it."

Yi Lin wanted to say "get out" at that time.

How can we generalize the knowledge between humans and bats?

Yi Lin reserved his opinion on this and did not make any comments.

...

Life is boring but fulfilling.

Since that day, I have mentioned Jian Nanchun,

Yi Lin never met Senior Brother Jian on the road again.

Perhaps because the fate has not come, or perhaps Yi Lin is too busy, Jian Nanchun doesn't catch anyone.

Half a year, for monks, may really be considered fleeting in the blink of an eye.

soon.

It was the twelfth lunar month that I agreed with Jiannanchun.

Yi Lin was taking advantage of the sword-making elder's outing that day, and spent some low-grade spirit stones that the registered disciples could receive every month. He rented a weapon refining furnace, exhaled his palms, poured weak spiritual energy into the formation on the furnace, and skillfully opened the stove.

Yi Lin had a high understanding. After blowing up several furnaces due to bad luck, Yi Lin finally successfully refined an ordinary little magic weapon.

This made Hua Wuyu, the elder who had rushed back from outside after receiving the news, breathed a sigh of relief, and praised Yi Lin fiercely, saying that the registered disciple Lin Yi had fully understood the essence of refining weapons and could go out without having to come back.

"Please don't come in the future!" Hua Wuyu probably meant this.

He seemed to be scared.

The elder of Zhujian Zhuan, Hua Wuyu, served as the elder of Zhujian Mountain for thirty-six years. He had never seen such a disciple who could explode.

I really don’t know what Chen Bei likes him.

Fortunately, this disciple was named. Not only did he think about him, Zhujianshan, but he would leave one day. Zhujian Elder always thought of this, but he tolerated it repeatedly and did not have an attack.

Yi Lin had just hidden dozens of "advanced remote-controlled grenades" he had refined, and rode Xiaoqing around the fairy island, thinking about which mountain gate to visit next, but unexpectedly he was blocked by Chen Bei on the road.

Look, this clearly shows the gap between Chenbei and Jian Nanchun.

Both of them blocked Lin Yi, Jiannanchun had been suffering from forest for a long time, but Chenbei suddenly blocked it.

"Come with me."

Chen Bei didn't say much, rode a crane and took Yi Lin directly to Wenjian Mountain.

When asked about Jianshan, there is a sword tomb inside, and the sword tomb is filled with flying swords. Some are intact and some are broken.

Yi Lin knew about this place and he often came.

This is the place where the inner disciples find their natal flying sword.

But why is it not called "Xujianshan", "Qiujianshan", "Let Jianshan", "Zhejianshan", "Zhejianshan", and "Zhejianshan" here, but the word "Question" is used?

Among them, it is said that there is great knowledge.

When the two were about to land.

Yi Lin stared at Chen Bei's hunched back and pale hair, and couldn't help but sigh.

"I said Lao Chen, what a happy day today? Are you finally not pretending to be a showdown?"

“…”

Chen Bei had just stepped down from the crane with one leg. When he heard this, he almost stood firm and stumbled onto the crane's wings. Chen Bei held it in a while, and he knew that he could not beat Lin Yi in his slutty words, so he could only silently spit out one word: "...get out."

He took a few steps and Yi Lin pointed to another path: "Lao Chen, the way up the mountain should be here."

“…”

It’s not that Chen Bei is the one who stayed in the sergeant class for sixty years, and times have changed.

Chen Bei did not deliberately release the spiritual consciousness to scan it. Perhaps he has lost this habit over the years.

The two came to the mountainside.

The bluestone path, the entrance to the sword tomb, Nie Shanhe has been waiting here for a long time.

"Uncle Master."

"puff."

When Yi Lin heard Nie Shanhe’s name to Chen Bei, she almost choked on her saliva.

After a while, although he had already guessed that Chen Bei had some status in the Tianjian Sect, he was at most at the level of the elders. He didn't think about the leader, because Jian Nanchun had already told the elders of Yi Lin's sect that Jian Nanchun told Yi Lin very clearly that the current leader is a woman and does not accept male disciples.

Chen Bei played role-playing in the serious service class and pretended to be a serious service for a whole sixty years, but he didn't look like a woman when he looked horizontally and vertically.

Nie Shanhe is already an "elder" in his sect, and under the head of the sect, the elders are all at the same level.

Yi Lin's face was a little more surprised. He looked at Chen Bei, without any scruples, and asked directly: "Lao Chen, who are you?"

"Hey, I'm the current leader..."

"?"

"...senior brother!"

Yi Lin was stunned: "Where is the position?"

"Hmph, do you think I, Chenbei, will care about what kind of name?"

Yi Lin suddenly realized and blurted out: "It turns out that it's because of seniority!"

“…”

Nie Shanhe suddenly had the urge to stab this villa to death with a sword.

His tenacious sword heart that he had tempered for a hundred years actually fluctuated.

"call……"

Nie Shanhe breathed lightly, his face calmly, like a mirror like a lake. He closed his eyes and looked at Yi Lin, and said softly: "Uncle Shi was recognized as the first genius in the sect back then, and no one could surpass him."

The implication is that Chenbei is not relying on his seniority, but is really awesome.

"Hey, old things are old, now you're old." Chen Bei waved his hand and smiled, but Nie Shanhe's words still made him feel relaxed: "Xiaolin, you are about to go down the mountain in a few days. Although you are in formation, alchemy, weapon refining, hexagram, and animal taming..." After speaking for a while, Chen Bei felt that he had listed a little too much, and felt a little depressed in his heart. After a moment, he continued: "Hehe... many other small and talented people in the arts, but his cultivation is shallow. Once he meets a demon disciple or a cruel demon with a profound cultivation, he is very likely to die of a life."

"So, for the sake of the face of those three pots of purple bamboo wine, Lao Chen, I will give you an opportunity. As for what kind of sword you can ask, it depends on your understanding and fortune."

"There are five pots in total." Yi Lin stretched out a slap to correct Chen Bei's mathematical mistakes. After thinking about it, he said, "I have no identity as an inner disciple, so I have obtained my natal flying sword. Will others have any objections if they know it?"

"Who dares to have an objection?" Chen Bei's nostrils relaxed and exhaled his confidence: "Besides, Xiaohe doesn't say it, I don't say it, you don't say it, who knows? Oh, don't swear, hurry up and go in! You only have ten days to do it. Once the time comes, no matter whether you find your own flying sword or not, you must leave the sword tomb and not stay. Many inner disciples are waiting in line!"
Chapter completed!