Infinite true path

Huan Yin didn't sleep the whole night. He was both excited and nervous. Although he always said that he didn't care about the results of the martial arts competition and knew that he would not perform well at all, in fact, he still hoped in his heart that he could give his master and his sect some credit.

Huan Yin took care of himself very meticulously, and then walked out wearing a blue robe. Duan Yun was already waiting for him on the platform. Seeing his master seeing him off, Huan Yin stepped forward and bowed: "Master, my disciple is gone. Master, please take care of yourself."

"Yin'er, you are here to train yourself. You must not be competitive or have too much desire to win. Just don't be trapped in your heart. Have you remembered it?" Duan Yun saw Huan Yin's spirit. He looked excited and patted him on the shoulder.

"Yes, master, please remember this, disciple!" Huan Yin replied seriously.

Duan Yun nodded, took out a bag and handed it to Huan Yin: "This storage bag contains some immortal supplies left over from my sword pavilion. Make good use of them."

Huan Yin took the bag, bowed deeply to Duan Yun again, and then left.

The gathering place of the sect was on the Taoist platform outside the Wuliang Hall on the top of the main peak. When Huan Yin arrived, there were already many disciples of the same sect here, chatting in groups, and it was very lively.

Huan Yin walked over and stood respectfully on the platform. No one greeted Huan Yin, he just stood there alone. Huan Yin was a "trash" in the eyes of his fellow disciples. Who would have friendship with a trash?

"Hey, look, that loser actually wants to learn martial arts. It's really funny. Does he have any cultivation?"

"Hey, it's incredible to be at the first level of Qi Condensation. But do you have the courage to participate in the martial arts competition at the first level of Qi Condensation?"

Huan Yin was already used to such ridicule and his own abject situation in the sect, so he didn't care about it. He used his spiritual power to dig into the storage bag and found that there were many spiritual stones, magic weapons and items commonly used by monks.

Suddenly, a sword placed in the corner of the storage bag caught Huan Yin's attention. This sword is milky white in color, with the word "Jue" engraved on the sword. The sword is like jade, with a warm and smooth feeling all over the body. If it were not in the shape of a sword, Huan Yin would not regard it as a sword.

Huan Yin was a little curious, but this was not the time to take a closer look, so he didn't think more about it.

"Everyone, please be quiet!" After a while, the sect leader and several sect elders walked out of Wuliang Hall.

The lively Taoist platform suddenly became quiet, and the sect master stood in front of the hall and said loudly: "Today is the day for you to go to the Yijian Summit to martial arts. You have practiced hard for a year, and now it is finally time to test the results. Outsiders say that I, the Wuliang Sect, are The skills of the lower sect are superficial. I am going to Yijianfeng here to ask you to use these "rudimentary" skills to fight the so-called masters of the other four sects. If you don't want your knowledge to be trampled on and despised by others, then Just show your blood and fight with all your strength. I hope you will live up to my sect’s expectations and show my immeasurable sect’s power!”

"Promote our sect's prestige!" The disciples on the Taoist platform were infected by the sect master's words and shouted loudly.

"Okay, please follow Mr. Ye Zong and set off!" the sect leader said loudly again.

Next to the sect leader, a female cultivator wearing a white robe and looking about thirty years old came out. With a wave of her robe sleeves, a blue boat sailed into the wind. In just a few breaths, a huge ship floated across the clouds and mist in front of the Wuliang Palace. It was as tall as the Wuliang Palace. This was the first time for the new disciples to see such an immortal magic. They held their breath and were extremely shocked.

I saw Karen Ye gently tapping her feet, floating up, drawing a beautiful white arc in the air, and then stood on the bow of the ship.

"Get on the boat!" Karen Ye's voice was as cold as her name.

"It turns out that this is the immortal." Huan Yin murmured with a strong light in his eyes.

When the disciples heard Karen Ye's greeting, they boarded the boat excitedly one by one, still gathering in small groups. Huan Yin sat cross-legged at the stern of the boat, meditating silently with his eyes closed. He wanted to adjust his condition to the best.

After a while, Huan Yin heard a whistling sound in his ears, which was occasionally mixed with the exclamations of the disciples around him. Huan Yin opened his eyes and saw the huge ship he was riding in, riding on the wind and flying in the air. Underneath the giant ship were thick white clouds. The giant ship seemed to be floating on the clouds, which aroused excitement among the disciples.

"Old Ye Zong's cultivation is unfathomable. It really opened my eyes. It would be great if I could be her disciple."

"I heard that Karen Ye is the only female sect elder in the sect. She is cold and cold, and she does not accept disciples when she is alone."

"Ah, Mr. Ye Zong has such a character? What a pity."

Huan Yin heard the whispers of several disciples next to him and suddenly became curious about Karen Ye. He turned to look at Karen Ye at the bow of the boat, but saw that she had just turned her gaze away from him.

"Did he look at me just now?" Huan Yin thought in surprise.

For a long time, Karen Ye didn't turn her head again, and just stood quietly at the bow of the boat.

"How is that possible?" Huan Yin laughed to himself, then closed his eyes again.

After about an hour, Huan Yin heard the disciples around him start to get excited.

"Wow, is that Yijian Peak? It's really hard to describe in words!"

"No wonder it's the largest sect in Yangzhou, it's incredible."

When Huan Yin opened his eyes, their huge ship had already dropped below the clouds. I saw a giant peak standing majestically on the earth in the distance, towering into the clouds. The bottom of the mountain peak is thin and pierces the clouds from bottom to top, like the blade of a sword; the mountain below the clouds suddenly becomes thicker, just like a sword grid; the entire Yijian Peak is like a giant sword of heaven and earth thrust upside down into the earth. Above, it shows the domineering meaning.

"I heard that this Sword Peak is so high that it does not reach the top, and only a small part is below the clouds. If a mortal climbed this peak, he would not be able to finish it in his lifetime."

"I heard from my master that the upper part of Yijian Peak above the clouds is full of sect cultivators, while ordinary sect disciples mostly only move around in the peaks below the clouds."

"No wonder our Wuliang Sect is the weakest sect in Yangzhou. Only here today can we see the authentic sect of the Immortal Sect."

"Junior brother, trouble comes from your mouth!"

"You haven't arrived yet, and you have already been captured by the enemy's mountain momentum. What else could you compare to?" Karen Ye's voice suddenly came over, breaking up the discussions among the disciples.

All the disciples fell silent when they heard this. However, although many disciples did not say anything, the vigor they had when they first started from the sect has faded a lot.

Huan Yin didn't say a word from beginning to end. He just looked at the majestic peaks in the distance silently, and a fire slowly ignited in his chest.

"Fight!" The word seemed to be inspired by the momentum of the giant peak in the distance, and it echoed in Huan Yin's heart for a long time.

Karen Ye glanced at Huan Yin in surprise, not knowing what she was thinking, and turned her head away again.

Finally, the boat slowly landed at the foot of Yijian Peak.

The mountain gate of Yijianfeng is located under the cliff at the foot of the mountain. Looking up from the mountain gate, the huge rock cap seems to be suspended in mid-air, giving people a sense of oppression. In front of the mountain gate, a green spring flows quietly along the river, and the spring water is very clear. Next to Biquan there is a stone tablet with three characters "Huanjian River" written on it.

The gate of Yijian Peak is said to be made of rocks quarried from the top of the mountain. It is hard to tell what kind of stone it is. The gate body is dark green with a slight blue-grey color, and it is in the shape of a long sword that broke out of the ground. On the left and right sides of the mountain gate are written: One mountain, one sect, takes up four points of Yangzhou's Taoism; one person, one sword, takes nine points of China's world. The meaning of scorning the world is fully revealed in the words, and the potential of competing with others is fully revealed. In Yangzhou, Jianfeng is the only one with such courage.

Under the leadership of Karen Ye, the disciples of Wuliang Sect got off the boat. In front of the gate of Yijianfeng Mountain stood a group of disciples wearing white robes with a gray sword-like pattern printed on their sleeves. These disciples all have long swords on their backs, but there is nothing else on their bodies. They are just like the "one person, one sword" written on the mountain gate, and they look very chic. This group of disciples saw Wuliangmen's boat stopped and came up to greet them. The leader was a handsome young man, about twenty years old. He quickly walked up to Karen Ye and bowed, and said politely: "I have met Master Ye, my disciple Xu Jian, and I am here to greet you on the orders of the sect. Master Uncle Ye and all fellow Wuliang Sect members.”

"Where are the elders in your sect?" Karen Ye looked a little unhappy when she saw that only a junior came out to greet him.

The young man looked embarrassed when hearing Karen Ye's question, and bowed again: "Uncle Master Ye is communicating with colleagues from the other four sects. Uncle Ye, you are neglecting me."

The words of this young disciple were very pleasing to the ear, and his etiquette was very thoughtful, but it was the first time that a senior figure in the sect went out to greet fellow martial artist Ye Karen in person. You must know that all newcomers' martial arts competitions are led by senior figures of the clan, and the host sect naturally asks the clan elders and other figures from the sect to go out to greet them. This is only in line with etiquette. This time the arrival of Wuliang Sect was unexpectedly led by a young disciple to greet them. Yi Jianfeng made it clear that he was bullying the weak Wuliang Sect and deliberately neglecting them.

Karen Ye was a little angry at first, but when she turned around and saw her disciples looking frightened at the foot of Yijianfeng Mountain, she sighed helplessly to herself.

"Let's go, take me in." Karen Ye's tone returned to calm.

"Please!" The disciple named Xu Jian breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Karen Ye didn't say anything more.

After Huan Yin got off the boat, he heard the conversation between Karen Ye and Xu Jian from a distance. Although Huan Yin didn't know the relationship between the various factions, he still saw some clues and sighed slightly in his heart. He had long heard that the Wuliang Sect where he belonged was at the end of Yangzhou, but he had been in the sect all day long and had no idea. When I went out to take a look today, I realized that this was indeed the case.

It is said that the Wuliang Sect has many miscellaneous arts, but no one is good at it. Could it be that what I have learned is really a low-level technique that cannot be recognized by other sects? I don’t know what it would be like to fight in a martial arts competition.

Huan Yin clenched his fist and followed the team into the gate of Yijian Peak.

Sorry, the update is a little late, I will try my best to avoid it in the future.