Infinity Throne

Sure enough, Yi Lin guessed it correctly.

Yi Lin listened to half of the lecture, and felt that she had heard almost enough. She took advantage of the darkness and left quietly in the middle of the lecture.

By chance, Yi Lin was passing by the Mission Garden, and she felt a current of air inside, hovering high in the sky, like an angry dragon, which was very scary.

This situation is like a ram sitting carefree in the yard, glaring at Yi Lin and saying: Come here!

Yi Lin was speechless. The two elders of Gongyang only had two bottles of purple bamboo brew left in stock. There was no need to mess with them at this time... Let's talk about it next time. Forget it this time.

…

In fact, Yi Lin doesn't care whether Jian Nanchun sleeps or not and whether Chao Rushuang sleeps or not.

But taking advantage of this opportunity, Yi Lin planned to go down the mountain and return to Qingniu Village to see how her parents were doing.

If possible, he even wanted to bring his parents to Fairy Mountain for their retirement.

The climate here is pleasant and the spiritual energy is abundant. Even ordinary people can live a long life without any illness or pain if they don't practice light and pestle here.

During the day, he was Lin Yi, a studious disciple and the legendary group favorite of all the elders.

At night, he went deep into the center and worked tirelessly above the spiritual sea to carry out a huge project called "Building the Throne".

Although the progress of this huge project is slow, it is beginning to take shape.

Under Green's guidance, Yi Lin really worked on that thing.

But in the spiritual world, Green sneered at Yi Lin's excitement and curled up his middle finger with his wings to express his disdain.

"How dare you let such a piece of rags out, I accidentally sneezed away when I woke up... You are far behind."

Yi Lin wanted to say "go away" at that time.

How can the knowledge of humans and bats be generalized?

In this regard, Yi Lin reserves his opinion and will not comment.

…

The days are boring but fulfilling.

After mentioning Jian Nanchun that day,

Yi Lin never met Brother Jian on the road again.

Maybe it was because fate had not come yet, or maybe Yi Lin was too busy and Jian Nanchun didn't catch the person.

Half a year, for a monk, may really be regarded as fleeting in the blink of an eye.

soon.

It’s the twelfth lunar month that we agreed with Jiannanchun.

Yi Lin took advantage of the sword-making elder to go out that day, and spent some of the low-grade spiritual stones that registered disciples could receive every month to rent a weapon-refining furnace. With a call of both hands, she poured weak spiritual energy into the formation on the furnace, skillfully Turn on the stove.

Yi Lin was already very savvy, but after a few blasts due to bad luck, Yi Lin finally succeeded in refining a mediocre little magic weapon.

This made Hua Wuyu, the sword-making elder who hurried back from outside after getting the news, heaved a sigh of relief and at the same time praised Yi Lin fiercely and said that the named disciple Lin Yi had completely understood the essence of weapon refining and could be a disciple without having to do it. Come again.

"Please don't come here again!" Hua Wuyu probably meant this.

He seemed frightened.

The elder of Zhujian Mountain, Hua Wuyu, has been the elder of Zhujian Mountain for thirty-six years. He has never seen a disciple who can explode like this.

I really don’t know what Chen Bei sees in him.

Fortunately, this disciple was registered, and he was not only thinking about his Sword Making Mountain, he would have to leave one day. Whenever the Sword Making Elder thought about this, he tolerated it without getting angry.

Yi Lin had just hid the dozens of "advanced remote control grenades" she had made, and was riding Xiao Qing around the Fairy Island, thinking about which mountain gate to visit next. Unexpectedly, she was attacked by Chen Bei on the way. Blocked.

Look, this clearly shows the difference between Chen Bei and Jian Nanchun.

They both blocked Lin Yi, Jian Nanchun Ku Lin Yi had been there for a long time, but Chen Bei blocked it all at once.

"follow me."

Chen Bei didn't say much. He rode the crane and took Yi Lin directly to Wenjian Mountain.

There are sword tombs inside Wenjian Mountain. The sword tombs are filled with flying swords, some intact and some broken.

Yi Lin knows this place, he comes here often.

This is the place where inner disciples find their natal flying sword.

But why isn't this place called "Jianxun Mountain", "Qiujian Mountain", "Jianna Mountain", "Jiangshan Mountain" and other names, but instead uses the word "ask"?

Among them, it is said that he is very knowledgeable.

When the two were about to land.

Yi Lin stared at Chen Bei's stooped back and pale hair, and couldn't help but sigh.

"I said, Lao Chen, today is a special day. Are you finally going to show off your cards?"

"..."

Chen Bei had just stepped off the crane with one leg. Hearing this, he almost lost his balance and stumbled towards the crane's wings. Chen Bei held it in for a while. He was familiar with Yi Lin and knew that he couldn't beat Lin Yi with his dirty talk, so he could only say one word silently: "...get out."

After he took a few steps, Yi Lin pointed to another path: "Old Chen, the way up the mountain should be this way."

"..."

It's not Chen Bei's fault. He has been in the handyman class for sixty years. Times have changed.

Chen Bei did not deliberately use spiritual scanning. Perhaps these years have made him no longer have this habit.

The two came to the mountainside.

On the bluestone path and the entrance to the Sword Tomb, Nie Shanhe has been waiting here for a long time.

"Uncle Master."

"puff."

When Yi Lin heard what Nie Shanhe called Chen Bei, she almost choked on her saliva.

Later, although he had already guessed that Chen Bei had some status in Tianjian Sect, he was at the level of an elder at most. He didn't think about the headmaster, because Jian Nanchun had already told Yilin the information about the elders in the sect. Jian Nanchun told Yilin very clearly that the current headmaster was a woman and would not accept male disciples.

Chen Bei has been role-playing and pretending to be a handyman in the handyman class for sixty years, but looking horizontally and vertically, she doesn't look like a woman.

Nie Shanhe is already an "elder" in the sect, and all the elders under the sect are of the same rank.

There was a bit of surprise on Yi Lin's face. He looked at Chen Bei and asked directly without any scruples: "Old Chen, who are you?"

"Hey, I am the current leader..."

"?"

"Senior brother of...!"

Yi Lin was stunned: "Where is the position?"

"Hmph, do you think I, Chen Bei, would care about that mere status?"

Yi Lin suddenly realized it and blurted out: "It turns out that you are old because of your seniority!"

"..."

Nie Shanhe suddenly had the urge to stab the beast to death with a sword.

The tenacity of his sword that he had tempered for hundreds of years actually fluctuated due to this.

"call……"

Nie Shanhe breathed a sigh of relief, his expression as calm as a mirror or a lake. He closed and opened his eyes, looked at Yi Lin, and said softly: "My uncle was recognized as the number one genius in the sect back then, and no one could surpass him."

The implication is that Chen Bei is not relying on his seniority, but because he is really awesome.

"Hey, it's an old story, and I'm old now." Chen Bei waved his hand and smiled, but Nie Shanhe's words still made him feel comfortable: "Xiao Lin, you will be going down the mountain in a few days. Although you are in formation, alchemy, Weapon refining, hexagram skills, beast taming..." After talking for a while, Chen Bei felt that the list was too much, and he felt a little depressed inexplicably. He paused for a moment and continued: "Ahem... Wait for the small and talented among many sects. , but my own cultivation is shallow, and if I encounter a disciple of the Demon Sect or a cruel monster with advanced cultivation, I will most likely die a violent death."

"So, for the sake of those three pots of purple bamboo brew, I will give you a chance, Lao Chen. As for the sword you can ask for, it all depends on your understanding and luck."

"There are five pots in total." Yi Lin stretched out a slap to correct Chen Bei's mathematical mistakes. After thinking for a while, he said: "I got the flying sword without being an inner disciple. Does anyone else know it?" Do you have any opinions?"

"Who dares to have an opinion?" Chen Bei's nostrils dilated and he breathed out two breaths of confidence: "Besides, if Xiaohe doesn't say it, I don't say it, and if you don't say it, who knows? Alas, stop whining and hurry in! You only have ten Heavenly Kungfu, once the time is up, no matter whether you have found your natal flying sword or not, you must leave the sword tomb and not stay. Many inner disciples are waiting in line!"

Upon hearing this, Yi Lin's expression was slightly startled: "Ten days?" He stared at the dark doorway, which was made of stone bricks like a tomb. There was no light inside the "Sword Tomb". Yi Lin was a little unsure. He asked again: "Are you sure...this will take ten days?"