Infinite true path

Yijianfeng is a steep mountain with nine steps from bottom to top, five steps below the clouds and four steps above the clouds. There is only one Zongmen Mountain Road in the entire Yijian Peak, which spirals around the mountain from the bottom to the top.

Huan Yin and his disciples from the Wuliang Sect were walking on the way to the second level, led by the three Yijianfeng disciples in front, where their residence was. Karen Ye has already left with Xu Jian. They are going to the fifth level, which is the main hall where the master of Yijian Peak is located.

"Senior brother, are all the guest rooms of our Yijian Peak on the second level?" In front, a Wuliang Sect disciple asked in a flattering manner to a Yijian Peak disciple who was leading the way.

This Yijianfeng disciple was obviously not as polite as Xu Jian. He didn’t even turn his head and answered impatiently: “The people on the second level are my Yijianfeng outer disciples. The guest rooms are on the third level, but other The four factions have already occupied the rooms, and there are still some rooms on the second floor, so we will arrange for you to live on the second floor.”

The Infinite Sect disciple who asked the question seemed not to notice the impatience of the disciple who was leading the way at Yijianfeng, and asked again: "What about the first level?"

"The first level is for the handymen." He replied, and seemed to have thought of something again. He suddenly turned around and said with a half-smile: "If the rooms on the second level are also full, then we can only condescend to Wuliangmen. Some of my colleagues live on the first floor.”

Huan was a little unhappy after hearing the conversation between the two. How could this huge Yijian Peak fill an entire floor of rooms just because a few martial arts disciples from the guest sect came? Yijianfeng is the largest sect in Yangzhou. If the other five sects are allowed to move here, they probably won't be able to accommodate it. When Yijianfeng first arrived at the Wuliang Sect, he had shown such a dismissive attitude one after another, which was really a bit deceiving.

After climbing along the mountain road for a while, everyone followed the leading Yijianfeng disciple and turned into a fork in the road, walking on a road full of bamboos on both sides.

"What kind of bamboo is this? Why is it so strange? There are almost no leaves growing on the branches." A disciple of the Wuliang Sect said softly.

Perhaps after hearing the Wuliang Sect disciple muttering to himself, a Yijianfeng disciple who was leading the way turned around and said proudly: "This is called Jianzhu. Looking at the entire Kyushu, this species is the only one found in Yijianfeng. The Jianzhu is straight and straight. Like a sword, it is indestructible. Many of my disciples make swords from this bamboo, and the swords they make are many times more powerful than those ordinary so-called fairy swords."

"There is a sword in my sect called the Bamboo King, and it was this sword made by the Bamboo King." Another disciple echoed.

"I heard that Wuliang Sect also has a sword pavilion that specializes in making swords and wielding swords. Is that right, junior brother?" the first Yijianfeng disciple suddenly asked.

"Sword Pavilion? Our Wuliangmen Sword Pavilion has been abandoned for a long time. How can I dare to mention it in front of the senior brothers of Yijian Peak?"

"Yes, yes, Jiange is useless..."

"Junior brother, don't you think it's embarrassing!" Before the disciple had finished speaking, a disciple from the Wuliang Sect next to him reminded him sternly. He lowered his head and said nothing more.

After walking for a while, everyone came to a gate with three words written on it: Second Level. The Yijianfeng disciple who led the way stepped forward and had a conversation with the two disciples at the gate. At the end, they even let out a few sneers, as if they were talking about something interesting. Then, the Yijianfeng disciple who went up to talk stopped laughing, and walked up to the Wuliang Sect people in a serious manner: "Fellow Wuliang Sect fellows, it's a pity that our second-level rooms are one room apart, so some of you must be wronged. One of them came to live on the first floor.”

The first level is where the Yi Jianfeng servants live. You must know that the worst disciples from the Wuliang Sect who come to participate in the martial arts competition are also the best among the outer disciples. If they go to live with the servants, wouldn't it be a loss of status?

The disciples of Wuliang Sect looked at me and I looked at you, and then they came together in small groups, just like they did in the square in the middle of the gate. Several Yijian Peak disciples stood aside, watching the performance of the Wuliang Sect disciples as if they were watching a joke.

"It's no wonder that you are in the bottom of the pile." A disciple of Yijian Peak whispered to his fellow disciples beside him.

Huan Yin sighed silently, stepped forward and bowed to the leading disciple of Yijian Peak: "Senior brother, I would like to live on the first level."

The leading disciple from Yijian Peak looked at Huan Yin in surprise, and several Yijian Peak disciples next to him also cast admiring glances at Huan Yin. Huan Yin's general knowledge solved the dilemma of the disciples of Wuliang Sect, which was much more important than Huan Yin's own personal identity.

"Ah, yes, why didn't you think of him? He should go." Suddenly, a voice came out from behind Huan Yin.

"Oh? This junior brother, why should he go?" The one who spoke was the Yijianfeng disciple in front of Huan Yin.

"Senior brother doesn't know, he's a loser, haha." The disciple who spoke felt that he had seized the opportunity to show off, and quickly answered.

"Trash?" The Yijian Peak disciple glanced at Huan Yin, and then said: "In my eyes, there is no difference between you all, except him." Then, regardless of what the Wuliang Sect said, he led Huan Yin left.

The Yijianfeng disciple who led Huan Yin finally arranged a good room for him, which was spacious and clean. Huan Yin thanked the disciple who led the way, and then sat cross-legged on the bed to practice silently.

Tomorrow is the day of martial arts competition, and Huan Yin must adjust himself to the best condition. It would be even better if he could break through the first level of Qi Condensation, then his combat power would leap to a completely different level than now.

"Dong dong dong!" In the afternoon, there was a knock on the door of Huan Yin's room, interrupting his practice.

"Brother, this is Wuyou, Ling'er and I are here to see you." Ye Wuyou's voice came from outside the door.

When Huan heard that it was Wuyou, he got out of bed with a look of surprise on his face. He originally thought he would see Wuyou and Ling'er at the martial arts competition tomorrow.

Opening the door, two familiar faces came into Huan Yin's eyes: "Wuyou, Ling'er!" Huan Yin shouted happily.

"Brother!" Wuyou and Ling'er shouted in unison.

Huan Yin hadn't seen Wuyou for many days, and Ling'er hadn't seen him for almost a year. He looked at his two best friends carefully.

Wuyou wore a white Taoist robe with a brown-yellow Bagua pattern printed on the chest, and the word "Dan" written in the same color on the cuffs. After not seeing each other for a while, Wuyou seems to be more energetic, and his cultivation seems to have improved.

Shen Ling wore a goose-yellow Taoist robe with the word "ling" printed on the collar. Her eyes were still so big, with a long braid hanging behind her back, a happy smile on her tender face, and her whole person looked full of agility. There was a small purple mink lying on Shen Ling's left shoulder. When Huan Yin looked at it, it also looked at Huan Yin.

"Brother, his name is Zifeng, and he is my spiritual pet." Ling'er introduced happily.

"Hello, Zifeng." Huan Yin greeted Zifeng. Zifeng stood up from Shen Ling, and then nodded to Huan Yin, very politely.

Huan Yin looked at Shen Ling in surprise, and Shen Ling smiled and said: "Zifeng is very understanding of human nature, and his cultivation level is higher than mine."

Hearing what Shen Ling said, Huan Yin was even more surprised. He looked at Zifeng and found that he indeed had some cultivation. It was just that he had only condensed his Qi and could not see through Zifeng's cultivation.

"So this is a spiritual pet, it's incredible." Huan Yin thought silently in his heart.

"Come, come into the house." Huan Yin pulled his two friends into the house and sat down.

"Brother, look at Ling'er, she's getting more and more beautiful." Wuyou joked as soon as he sat down.

Before Huan Yin spoke, Shen Ling's face turned red: "Brother Wuyou, stop making fun of me."

"Ling'er, how are you doing in Yinling Sect?" Huan Yin asked with concern.

"Brother, I'm fine. Thanks to you and Brother Wuyou for saving me, I'm where I am today." With that said, Shen Ling stood up and bowed to Huan Yin.

"My elder brother is like my father. I had my elder brother before I left Jingzhou." Wuyou also stood up and bowed to Huan Yin.

Huan Yin saw that the two of them were so solemn, so he quickly helped them up, and then he said jokingly: "What's wrong with you two? Are you worshiping Gaotang? You look so serious."

"Worship Gaotang?" Wuyou repeated.

Shen Ling's face turned red: "Brother, you are also making fun of Ling'er."

"Haha, it was your formation that surprised me. By the way, Ling'er, what level of cultivation are you at now?" Huan Yin asked with a smile.

"Brother, I am currently at the third level of Qi Condensation, and Zifeng has the fourth level of Qi Condensation."

"Brother, I heard in the Yingling Sect that Ling'er is extremely talented in controlling spirits. The Yingling Sect has trained her very much. Ling'er will definitely perform well in this martial arts competition." Wuyou echoed from the side.

"Brother Wuyou, please stop praising me. You have already reached the fifth level of Qi Condensation. No matter how powerful I am, I cannot be your opponent. Besides, you are only a junior master in the Alchemy Way."

"Little Master?" Huan Yin asked inexplicably.

"Brother, he was accepted as a close disciple by the elders of the Alchemy Way. His seniority in the Alchemy Way is equal to that of the sect master, and two generations higher than us." Shen Ling said in an eccentric way.

"Wuyou, you didn't even tell your elder brother about this?" Huan Yin was a little reproachful.

Wuyou's face turned red: "Brother, no matter where I go or what my status is, you will always be my eldest brother. Why should I mention this matter? It will disturb the seniority."

"Haha, okay. You two must perform well tomorrow. The three of us will go out together and I will be the worst. You two must work hard."

When Wuyou and Shen Ling saw Huan Yin's somewhat lonely tone, and then looked at Huan Yin's Qi Condensation level cultivation, they secretly sighed for their eldest brother.

"Brother, the days are long. This cultivation does not happen overnight. With my understanding, I believe I will be able to catch up in the future."

The three of them chatted together for several hours, until nightfall Wuyou and Shen Ling left.

Huan Yin sent the two of them off, thinking of the martial arts competition tomorrow, and silently cheered himself up.

Suddenly, he thought of the strange milky-white sword he found in his storage bag during the day, and with a flash of spiritual power, he took out the sword...

When brothers get together, the climax is about to begin! Huan Yin's talent is just beginning to show, please hold your breath and be prepared!