Hearing this, Yin Xiuxuan smiled bitterly and said, "Senior brother Zheng is really joking. Junior brother is only at the fifth level of Qi training, how can he master the art of sword control?"
Zheng Tong laughed loudly, pointed forward and said: "This is natural. We have many disciples in Yiyun Sect, so naturally there are people who don't know how to wield a sword. However, to go to and from the sect, we have to cross the flying land from time to time. How do you think we should deal with this, junior brother?
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"Could it be that all the senior brothers should be allowed to accompany us?"
"Junior brother, this is really a joke!"
Yin Xiu
Seeing this, Zheng Tong nodded, pointed at the ground and said, "Junior brother, let's see what's so special about this road surface?"
Although Yin Xiuxuan had just sensed the fluctuation of spiritual energy from the ground, he only thought it was the effect of flying over the land, but did not think about it deeply. When Zheng Tong pointed it out, he took a closer look.
"Hey!" Yin Xiuxuan exclaimed softly and said, "There are actually traces of the formation!"
"Junior brother, you really have a good eye! That's exactly where the formation is!"
"Senior brother, I'm laughing at this. Junior brother, I can only see the traces of the formation, but I can't tell what the formation is, and I don't know what it does. Please give me some advice, senior brother!"
Zheng Tong smiled and waved his hand and said: "This is the tradition of Yi Yunmen's casual cultivator. I think that when we started, the senior brother who led us also reminded us, but our group couldn't see the formation.
In the end, senior brother pointed out the location. I didn’t expect that today, junior brother could easily see that he is indeed the successor of Yun Meng Ling!”
"It's Yunmeng Ling again!" Yin Xiuxuan smiled bitterly in his heart, but didn't show it on his face. He just smiled helplessly and said, "It's just a blind cat encountering a dead mouse!"
Zheng Tong didn't care whether Yin Xiuxuan was modest or not, he laughed and started talking: "Junior brother, when he came here, he thought he had seen the whole picture of Yi Yunmen!"
Seeing Yin Xiuxuan nodded, Zheng Tong continued: "Our Yiyun Sect is different from other sects in that we selected 365 main flying lands, combined with the number of Zhoutian, and then supplemented them with many ordinary flying lands, such as
Qingyunping, where we live, is one of the ordinary flying lands."
"Three hundred and sixty-five weeks, is it possible that the main flying land alone has so many!" Yin Xiuxuan asked in surprise. This number was far beyond his imagination.
Zheng Tong was very satisfied with Yin Xiuxuan's shock, nodded and said: "That's right. If we talk about the total number of Feilu, I'm afraid there are nearly a thousand."
When Yin Xiuxuan heard this estimate, he couldn't shut up. After thinking about it, he asked doubtfully: "But when I came, I didn't see hundreds of flying land, but not that many!"
When Zheng Tong heard this, the smile on his face froze, and a trace of sadness flashed across his face, and he said: "Of course, the important areas of the sect cannot be seen in front of people. What we usually see is just the periphery!"
Hearing this, Yin Xiuxuan's mind changed and he understood the meaning of the words. He nodded, but did not dwell on this issue. He pointed to the empty area in front of him and said, "Senior brother, please give me some advice on how to pass this?"
"This flying land is suspended in the air due to the formation in the gate. There is no formation anywhere in the flying land, and the way to pass is on the formation." As he spoke, Zheng Tong pointed with his hand and shot out a ray of yellow light.
Hit the ground.
Yin Xiuxuan only felt that the spiritual energy fluctuations on the ground suddenly became stronger. Suddenly, clouds and mist were rolling in front of him, changing in no direction, gathering and dispersing endlessly. In an instant, a thick cloud and mist gathered. The flying land was already hanging in the sky, and clouds and mist were a common thing.
, but such rapid gathering is anything but natural.
Within three breaths, the clouds and mist became dense, connected to the broken road, and extended into the distance, as if a bridge of clouds and mist appeared out of thin air.
"Junior brother, please!" Zheng Tong waved his hand and pointed at the Yunwu Bridge Corridor and said.
Yin Xiuxuan was already surprised enough by the matter of flying to the land just now, and the Xian family's methods were magnified countless times in his mind. So when he saw the Yunwu Bridge Corridor, he was not surprised at all. He nodded and walked up to Yunwu.
Stepping on the clouds and mist, Yin Xiuxuan felt nothing illusory at all, but a down-to-earth feeling.
Yin Xiuxuan could not wield a sword, but he did not dare to test the strength of the Yunwu Bridge Corridor. After stepping on it a few times, he walked down firmly.
"Junior brother, how do you feel about the Yunwu Lock Stack?"
"Yunmist Lock Stack, what a good name. Turning clouds and mist into a lock stack is indeed a trick of the Immortal Family!"
Hearing Yin Xiuxuan's full praise, Zheng Tong also showed a proud look on his face and nodded. He also pointed out various scenery to Yin Xiuxuan, allowing Yin Xiuxuan to enjoy the scenery among the clouds and mist.
Although the two of them were walking while chatting, their speed was not slow, and they could finish walking through a stack of clouds and mist that was several miles long with just one stick of incense.
When he set foot on another flying land, Yin Xiuxuan secretly exhaled a breath and felt a lot more relaxed. Although he was chatting and laughing on the Yunwu Lock Stack, Yin Xiuxuan was on an unguaranteed journey and left his fate in the hands of others.
It feels uncomfortable.
Zheng Tong's eyes had long drifted away, but he didn't seem to notice Yin Xiuxuan's gesture. He pointed to the hall in front and said: "The entrance ceremony is in front of you. Junior brother, please follow me. It's already time.
It’s getting late!”
Yin Xiuxuan heard the words and responded, then followed Zheng Tong towards the hall. After entering the gate, Yin Xiuxuan saw that the square in front of the hall was covered with gray-clothed disciples like himself, who were obviously new disciples like himself.
Under Zheng Tong's guidance, Yin Xiuxuan found a corner and stood there, but after a while, several sword rainbows fell from the sky. Judging from their momentum, they were much stronger than the monks named Shi and the white-faced monks that Yin Xiuxuan had seen.
The leader is a majestic middle-aged man wearing a blue robe. According to the rules of Yi Yun Sect, outer disciples wear gray and black robes, inner disciples have green robes and plain robes, and foundation building disciples have blue robes. The man in front of him is obviously also a building disciple.
Brother Ji.
A wave of coercion surged from the mighty man's body, sweeping down the crowd. In an instant, the whole place was silent. He nodded, very satisfied with the effect of his power, and then the mighty man said: "I am the outer corner of Qinglong
Li Wuji, the steward of the outer disciples, I will preside over your initiation ceremony today!"
On the way here, Yin Xiu
There were about a hundred new disciples who stayed together in the same batch. This mighty man was Li Wuji, the foundation-building monk who managed Spica. He was in charge of everything for the outer disciples.
After Li Wuji introduced himself, he read through the sect's rules and regulations, and then read them to each entry-level disciple.
Whenever he thought of his name, a token flew down and passed into the hands of the disciple. It was the identity token.
Naturally, Yin Xiuxuan also got one. The token was gray, the same color as his clothes. On the front was written "Yi Yun" and in the corner was written Yin Xiuxuan's name in ancient script. On the back were several clouds floating around, similar to the original token for the ascension event.
Similar, but much more complicated and mysterious.
After the disciples received their respective tokens, Li Wuji casually drew a rune, and suddenly, a figure shone brightly in the hall behind him.
Li Wuji first bowed respectfully to the statue, then turned around and said to his disciples in a solemn tone: "This is our sect's Patriarch Yi Yun!"