In the early morning of the next day, the drizzle soaked the entire earth. The grass that was hesitating whether to sprout or not slowly poked its head out under the encouragement of the drizzle.
Spring fills the world.
In front of Ye Junlin's door, stood a middle-aged man. The middle-aged man was very kind-faced. His ordinary face always had a smile, giving people an inexplicable sense of intimacy.
He is Murong Mingyu.
A 'sect leader candidate' who is mediocre in cultivation but quite popular.
His hand gently clasped the door knocker.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
A knock on the door sounded in Ye Junlin's house.
Ye Junlin opened the door, his handsome face showing a bit of fatigue. For half a month, practicing the 'Sword Qi Divine Art' had left him sleep deprived. The circles under his eyes were like some kind of rare animal, which was really funny.
"Can I come in?" Murong Mingyu said politely.
Ye Junlin didn't say a word, but made a "please" gesture.
Murong Mingyu smiled and strode in.
Not far away, an old man looked nervously at what was happening in front of the hut with confusion on his face.
"I heard that you were attacked by 'Luoyi', are you okay?" Murong Mingyu said slightly embarrassed.
"It's okay." Ye Junlin's face was still as cold as frost.
Murong Mingyu was quite self-aware. When he saw that Ye Junlin didn't treat him very much, he stopped being polite. The space ring on his finger flashed, and a book of Mysterious Techniques with a white cover and a book of Mysterious Techniques with a brown cover appeared.
On his hands.
"Ye Xiaoyou spared my brother that day, and I, Murong Mingyu, will bear this love in my heart." Murong Mingyu said slowly: "These are the Huang-level high-level mystical skill "Purple Mist Body Technique" and the yellow-level mid-level mystical skill "Golden Dragon Shield Technique"
". According to the agreement, I sent it specially to Ye Xiaoyou."
Ye Junlin reached out and took it without any hesitation.
"Do you know, Fifth Elder, that Junlin is now the biggest stumbling block for you to ascend to the 'Throne of Sect Leader'?" Ye Junlin asked tentatively.
"Although Mingyu is slow, he can still distinguish these important matters clearly. To be fair, I know that my disciple 'Yang Gongcheng' is definitely no match for you." Murong Mingyu said, looking quite embarrassed.
"Then you still sent me this mysterious skill?" Ye Junlin was extremely confused.
"No one can live without faith. Since I promised my little friend that day, Murong Mingyu will fulfill his promise." Murong Mingyu sighed and continued: "Besides, as I said, 'life and death are determined by destiny, wealth is in heaven', if
If Mingyu takes the position of the sect leader, he will work hard to strengthen the 'Purple Cloud Sect'; if he cannot take the position, he will also do his best for the 'Purple Cloud Sect'."
What Murong Mingyu said was extremely sincere, and there was no trace of falsehood.
Ye Junlin looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with great surprise, and a soft part in his heart was gently touched...
It’s January again.
The calendar of time has turned to spring scenery and April.
During this month, Ye Junlin only did two things: first, practice mystical skills; second, understand Murong Mingyu's personality.
If you don't ask, you won't know. If you ask, you'll be shocked.
At this time, Ye Junlin was very, very, very special and wanted to complain: This Murong Mingyu is really a ‘good person’.
In Ziyunhai, everyone from the inner sect elders to the handyman servants would stop and praise: "What a good man!"
Even his competitor Guan Ping sighed: "Everything is good, but his cultivation is a little bit behind."
Peaches and plums, the next from Seikei.
A certain decision in Ye Junlin's heart became a little firmer.
...
...
April 5th is a very important day for Ziyun Sect.
Because on this day, the last step of the selection of the new sect leader will be carried out - the martial arts competition between direct disciples.
Early in the morning, Donglai Square was already crowded with people.
The disciples of the four major outer halls sat in the surrounding stands with great anticipation, their eyes full of anxiety and nervousness, as if they were the ones who were about to participate in the competition.
The disciples of 'Xiyue Hall' are particularly excited compared to other halls, because one of the 'five direct disciples' comes from their 'Xiyue Hall'.
Compared to the excitement of the disciples, Ximen Yue'er, the master of Xiyue Hall, looked very calm, or in other words, his face was filled with a little resentment.
Ye Junlin broke into his "Xiyue Hall", first offended Guan Qiang, and then became Guan Ping's disciple. He also disappeared for a period of time, which made Ximen Yue'er quite depressed.
Ye Junlin is the person he wants to "favor". It seems that he will have no chance in the future. This is like a plate of fragrant beef placed in front of him, but he just can't eat it.
"Hey——" Ximen Yue'er sighed.
Three poles in the sun.
The outer disciples in the stands were already waiting impatiently, and the big shots were belatedly arriving.
The first people who came into people's sight were Murong Yelun and several Supreme Elders. They were all members of the older generation and had no interest in the competition among these 'young people'.
Of course, except Murong Yelun.
They sat on the second floor of the Donglai Hall, overlooking the entire competition ground.
Not long after, Murong Mingcheng and Murong Mingyu also came to the competition ground with their own 'personal disciples'.
Murong Mingcheng's direct disciple was a girl wearing a light pink martial robe, with curved eyebrows, bright eyes and white teeth, which immediately attracted the attention of most male disciples.
"That is Senior Sister Song Miaoyu. She is truly the most beautiful woman in the Purple Cloud Sea."
"Yes, Senior Sister Miaoyu is so beautiful."
The disciples in the stands started talking one after another...
Under the halo of Song Miaoyu's beauty, Murong Mingyu's disciple seemed to be eclipsed. He was a burly young man with dark skin and a simple and honest smile on his face.
This young man's name is: Yang Gongcheng. It was he who kindly reminded Ye Junlin in the first place.
Luo Yi followed closely with his personal disciple. He was a handsome young man: with a smooth and white face, showing an angular and cold look; deep black eyes with a charming color. The only flaw was
Yes, there was an evil look on the handsome young man's face.
An indescribable evil spirit.
The girls in the stands screamed the moment they saw the boy, and their originally dark eyes seemed to have turned into the shape of pink hearts.
"Senior Brother Gao, Senior Brother Gao..." the girls screamed one after another.
This handsome young man, named "Gao Changgu", is the one with the highest cultivation level among the five direct disciples. He has already half-stepped into the "Xuanshi Realm".
The fourth group of Ye Junlin and Guan Ping appeared. Guan Ping's face was filled with endless smiles, as if the throne of 'sect master' had already been taken into his possession.
The moment Luo Yi saw Ye Junlin, endless murderous intent immediately appeared in his eyes.
Seeing the situation, Ye Junlin's eyes were like sharp swords, and he immediately faced him without any fear. In the past month and a half, he had made a qualitative leap. If they fought again, it was hard to say who would win and who would lose.
"Master, I will defeat him." Gao Changgu said.
"Yeah." Luo Yi responded, his face softening slightly.
Ye Junlin looked around, but only found four 'personal disciples', and he couldn't help but feel confused.
"唳——"
At this moment, an eagle's roar suddenly came from the sky, and then two figures, one old and one small, jumped down from the sky...