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Chapter five hundred and twentieth full confidence

In the air, Lin Yanli put away the two flying swords, looked at the aura rising from his feet, and slowly retreated to Li Zhujiu.

At this time, she made three swords of the Reunion Feijian, which consumed a lot of energy. If she was entangled by those who snatched the opportunity, she would obviously stand under a dangerous wall.

Lin Yanli still understands how to avoid evil and get good luck.

After Lou Dafeng's death, the Vajra Buddha statue slowly fell into silence.

Lin Yanli took a look at the bodhi leaf in her palm, but she didn't know what was going on. After thinking for a moment, she put the bodhi leaf into the Vajra Buddha statue to check the situation.

Putting the bodhi leaf in his hand between the eyebrows of the Vajra Buddha statue, the bodhi leaf disappeared immediately, and a golden light fell from the sky, covering Lin Yanli and Li Zhujiu.

The Vajra Buddha statue sat cross-legged with his hands raised in front of his chest. A figure slowly appeared. It was the monk wearing cassocks that Lin Yanli saw when he opened the temple door.

The old monk clasped his hands together and saluted Lin Yanli: "Amitabha, we have met again, the destined people. I believe you have practiced the old monk's "Buddha's Destiny Palm" and "Three Emotions", then you are considered to be a disciple.

If you have lost my Buddhist door, I can also entrust this Bodhi tree to you."

"Buddha Palm", "Three Love Secrets".

what?

The old monk was like a robot, muttering some Buddhist words to himself as set. After a while, the Buddha raised his hand and placed it between his eyebrows, took out a sapling and sent it to Lin Yanli, then faced the west and murmured

He murmured: "Master, the Buddha's Dharma is boundless, but I still haven't been able to realize it. I really want to go to the West again."

After the words fell, the old monk sat cross-legged in the palm of the Buddha statue, turning into a ray of golden Buddha energy and blending into the Buddha statue. However, the body of the Buddha statue became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a relic the size of a fist.

Lin Yanli opened his hand, took the relic in his hand, and said softly: "I will ask someone to send you to Quanzhou in the West. Go well, senior."

Putting the relics and saplings into the storage bag, Lin Yanli glanced at the aura coming up from his feet and smiled at Li Zhujiu.

"Xiao Zhujiu, a lot of people are here. It's all up to you today."

Li Zhujiu patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, I'm Li Zhujiu!"

The long sword in his hand moved horizontally, and the power of the sword increased sharply. Li Zhujiu raised his hand to press it, and the dense clusters of sword light in the clouds and mist caused a downpour of rain in the world.

Lin Yanli took advantage of the free time to return to the Bodhi tree, rummaged through the ruins, and found the Buddhist bead at the top of the previous temple.

Perhaps because the vitality of the Bodhi tree has been drained by the Buddha statue, the Buddha beads that were originally bright and dazzling now look dim.

Lin Yanli played with it in her palm for a while, then used her magical power to put the beads away.

After meditating on the spot and adjusting the breath for a while, a embarrassed figure came to the top of the tree.

The person who came was none other than Yang Qi.

His clothes were in tatters and his hair was disheveled. He had obviously suffered a lot from Li Zhujiu's sword light.

Lin Yanli raised his hand and waved lightly, and the sword energy around his body was woven into an umbrella, covering Yang Qi's head, giving him a chance to breathe.

"Three realms."

Yang Qi felt Lin Yanli's spiritual energy fluctuations and was a little shocked for a moment.

"You were the one who survived the tribulation on the tree before!"

Lin Yanli patted the dust on his butt, walked around Yang Qi with his hands behind his back, and said, "It's me. Why, you feel weird?"

Yang Qi was speechless.

Lin Yanli smiled brightly and said: "You are almost exhausted. Are you trying to catch up in such a hurry? Are you planning to challenge me? I'll tell you the truth, even if I give you my hand, you can't beat me."

Yang Qi lowered his head.

He hurried to the top of the Bodhi Tree, naturally intending to compete for the opportunity, but in this situation, he had no ability to compete with Lin Yanli.

He doesn't think he is more capable than Yuan Tao and Lou Dafeng.

While he was deep in thought, he recalled Lin Yanli's previous words and responded: "Earlier, you said you could give me a fortune..."

"So this is what happened." Lin Yanli chuckled softly, "Young Daoist Yang rarely reads the Shanshui Di newspaper."

Yang Qi was stunned for a moment and whispered: "The name of Xuelin Pavilion is

The reputation is not very good, and the newspaper seller at Guanhai Academy doesn't dare to go. In recent years, there has been a fierce fight with the monks from Muhuai Mountain, and the mountain has been closed for the past two years."

"No wonder."

Lin Yanli suddenly realized it and took out a Shanshui Di newspaper from his storage bag and threw it in front of Yang Qi.

"Sit there and enjoy the view."

Yang Qi frowned slightly, picked up the Shanshui Di newspaper from the ground, and after flipping through a few pages, his eyes widened.

"Lin Yanli, the daughter of Jiang Wanli and Lin Xifeng, the new sword master of Mutian City."

He took the landscape newspaper and compared it with the little girl's face in the distance, then reached out and slapped himself.

It hurts, he wasn't dreaming.

The little girl in front of me is actually that woman’s daughter!

Lin Xifeng knew that the youngest gentleman in Guanhai Academy was said to be very good at compiling books. How could such a big shot be the father of the little girl in front of him?

No wonder he behaves so arrogantly. The eldest daughter of Thousand Demons Sect and the new sword master of Mutian City. If he had such an identity, he could look at people with his nostrils all day long!

Lin Yanli saw the changeable expressions on Yang Qi's face and couldn't help but said, "If you don't believe it, you can go out and ask around. I'm not disguised now."

"No, no, I believe it."

Yang Qi quickly waved her hands and cursed in her mind: "With such a big background, if he had revealed his identity earlier, he would not compete with Lin Yanli with that stupid woman Lu Huanhao. No wonder Liu Fengxu had a shy face and fawned over Lin Yanli.

It turns out there is such a relationship."

"Well, those who know the current affairs are heroes." Lin Yanli nodded with satisfaction.

Now that Lin Yanli's identity has been figured out, the resentment in Yang Qi's heart has completely dissipated. Not to mention the Thousand Demons Sect standing behind Lin Yanli, Lin Yanli's current cultivation and sword intent alone are destined to have him.

I no longer have the ability to vent my anger on myself.

"Then what good fortune can you give me?"

The opportunity at Treetop was no longer with him, so seeking benefits from Lin Yanli was a good choice.

Lin Yanli smiled and said, "It depends on how well you do."

Yang Qi's heart sank. Sure enough, there is no such thing as a free lunch.

"What do you want me to do?"

"How about joining the Thousand Demons Sect."

Yang Qi's eyes narrowed and he frowned: "You want me to betray the clan?"

Lin Yanli shook his head and said, "If you join the Thousand Demons Sect together with the masters, elders, and worshipers of your Xuelin Pavilion, can it still be considered a traitor to the sect?"

"this......"

Well, this is not really a rebellion, this is being annexed by others.

"Our Pavilion Master will not agree."

"It's not up to you, the master of the pavilion, to decide whether or not to agree. It's up to me. Even if he doesn't agree, I will still beat him to agree."

Yang Qi fell into silence, her heart turbulent.

Is this eldest lady of Thousand Demons Sect so arrogant?

To put it bluntly, he was a small sect in the Xuelin Pavilion. The master of the pavilion was no more than the fourth realm, and the number of disciples was no more than 500. He had to take the lead to talk about his confidence in front of the Thousand Demons Sect.

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