For three consecutive days, Ye Junlin stayed in his "little black room" and never walked out of the room.
He sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes closed, and quietly comprehending the "Purple Cloud Secret Technique". After the body and mind tempering of the "Sword God Emperor Jade", Ye Junlin's comprehension has risen to a new level.
He fully understood the mysterious skills of "Purple Cloud Secret Technique" in just two days.
The "Ziyun Secret Technique" is a special mysterious skill. It can double the combat power of a warrior at the moment of use. However, it has a side effect, that is, within three days after use, it will be difficult for a warrior to use mysterious power.
Ye Junlin had practiced the "Purple Cloud Secret Method" and had a tangled expression because he didn't know whether it was good or bad to practice the "Purple Cloud Secret Method".
In addition to the "Purple Cloud Secret Technique", Ye Junlin also gave Fan Jun his "Diquan Art Technique" and practiced to a small extent.
Previous combat experience told him that even a "sword warrior" must practice some other mysterious skills besides the "sword" mysterious skills.
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The sun in early summer rose to the sky very early. The sun shines brightly, and the world is bright.
The people of the "Purple Cloud Sea" have been busy since early. Because on this day, the sect will hold a "Capital Ceremony".
No matter what activity it is, no matter how large or small the scale of the activity is, they are always those disciples and servants at the bottom. They get up early and go to bed late, they spend the rest of the clock, they are busy and hard to finish everything.
Even so, when those "big people" come to the scene, they will still point fingers and criticize them.
Three days of practice made Ye Junlin quite tired, so he lay on his bed and sniffed for a while.
This squint didn't matter, but it made him forget some "important things".
For example: the enthronement ceremony.
"Dong, dun, dun..."
A sudden knock on the door woke Ye Junlin, who was playing chess with Zhou Gong, from his sleep.
Ye Junlin rubbed his hazy eyes, stood up reluctantly, and went to open the door.
"Oh, my little ancestor-"
As soon as he opened the door, Ye Junlin saw Jiang Mu's extremely entangled face.
"What's wrong, Elder Jiang?" Ye Junlin asked sleepyly.
"Oh, Elder Ye, you have really forgotten your feelings." Jiang Mu was completely speechless.
"Forgot? What did you forget?" Ye Junlin became even more confused.
"'Cancele Ceremony','Cancele Ceremony'!" Jiang Mu was almost crazy. Before he could wait for Ye Junlin to say anything, he waved his hand quickly.
The four maids rushed in. They did not care about shyness, reserve, or "men and women should not be dependent on each other." They took off Ye Junlin's clothes without saying anything.
"Everyone, sister...what do you...what do...what do..."
Before Ye Junlin could react at any time, the four maids had already taken off the cracked robe on Ye Junlin's body and put on a purple brocade martial robe.
"It's too late, come with me."
Without giving Ye Junlin any time to speak, Jiang Mu dragged Ye Junlin up, and then his purple wings raised up on his back and flew towards the "Donglai Square"...
At this time, the "Donglai Square" was already full of people. The disciples from the four outer halls and some inner disciples were sitting neatly, as if waiting for someone.
Murong Mingyu looked at the southeast in anger, as if waiting for something.
The direction he looked at was exactly the direction of Ye Junlin's residence.
"This kid is actually late again!" Murong Mingyu said.
"Mingyu, be careful, Jiang Mu has already gone to find that stinky brat." Murong Yuelun comforted.
A purple light flashed in the sky, and then two figures, one old and one young, appeared in everyone's sight.
"It's finally here." Murong Mingyu clenched his fists and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"You little brat, what are you trying to get too late!" As soon as Ye Junlin landed on the stage, Murong Mingyu scolded him.
"Sorry, the sect leader...I...I...I...have slept..." Ye Junlin patted the back of his head and said quite shyly.
Murong Mingyu snorted coldly, used a color to Jiang Mu, indicating that he could start.
Jiang Mu understood and began to talk endlessly.
Among the gorgeous content, there are no more than three points if it is truly meaningful: First, the "Ziyun Sea" is now at the top of the "Chixiao Fan Domain". I hope that all disciples will be cautious about arrogance and impetuousness. Second, the so-called "one year of emperor and one year of minister" Murong Mingyu must carry out personnel transfers after becoming the sect leader. Third, and the most important point is to enthrone people who have outstanding military achievements in the "Ziyun City" battle.
Such a person naturally refers to Ye Junlin.
After Jiang Mu finished speaking, Murong Mingyu walked to the center of the stands, and Ye Junlin was the same.
Murong Mingyu said to the disciples below: "Everyone knows that in the battle of 'Ziyun City', a young man saved our sect."
After Murong Mingyu finished speaking, everyone's eyes gathered on Ye Junlin.
"In order to commend him, the elders of the Guzong, the Supreme Elder, and our elders group, after a decision, he appointed Ye Junlin as the 'Elder of the Guzong'."
"Smack sex..."
The applause rang out like a tide, and it lasted for a long time.
Ye Junlin looked at the dense crowds below the audience, and a smile from the bottom of his heart appeared.
A real man is born in the world. When frost and thorns are exposed, there must be flowers and applause wherever he passes. He wakes up the world and lies in the knees of a beautiful woman drunk.
Only by showing one's ambition in life can one grow eight feet long.
Since that moment, Ye Junlin has another belief: to reach the peak of the Jiuxiao Continent, look down on the world, and experience the heroic spirit of "will be on the top of the mountain and overlooking all the mountains".
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After the "Capital Ceremony" ended, Ye Junlin did not leave. He and the elders entered the "Ziyun Hall".
"Jun Lin, what do you think about the invitation from the 'Chixiao Chamber of Commerce' in seven days?" Murong Mingyu asked straight to the point without going around the circle.
"That...sect leader... can I not go?" Ye Junlin looked bitter: "My near-term goal is to go to the 'Bixiao Xuanyuan', you know."
"Yes." Murong Mingyu nodded and said slowly: "It will take four months before the 'Telecommunity array' is opened. So, I hope you can think about it."
"Can you not go?" Ye Junlin's face started to cry.
Murong Mingyu did not answer. He pondered for a while, and then slowly said: "In the battle of 'Ziyun City', although we destroyed many of the power of 'Sword Cast Villa', the 'Centipede' of the century-legged insects will die without being stiff'. If we want to dominate the 'Chixiao Fan Domain', we must pay attention to it. This time we negotiated with 'Chixiao Chamber of Commerce'..."
Murong Mingyu talked endlessly, and the content was nothing more than asking Ye Junlin to put the overall situation first.
"Okay, okay, can't I go?" Ye Junlin was really tired, and said something consciously, leaving...