You have a good chance, I accept it.

After waiting for about a minute, the huge iron door in front of him slowly opened, making a series of harsh sounds.

I saw a shirtless man shouting and holding a big hammer in his hand. He came to the iron gate in a hurry and looked up.

"You said you are a direct disciple of the Qingyun Sect, do you have proof?"

Yelling shouted towards Ye Lin.

"Of course I have the credentials."

Ye Lin slowly lowered his flying sword and stood in front of the big man. Then he took out the token from his arms and handed it to the man.

The big man took it, looked at it carefully, and then returned the token to Ye Lin.

"I am the personal descendant of the sect master of Juchui Sect. Hu Hansan, Senior Brother Ye, please come in."

Hu Hansan bowed to Ye Lin and then pointed into the iron gate.

"Junior Brother Hu, let's go together."

The two of them walked side by side towards the inside of the iron gate.

"Senior Brother Ye, how are you doing? How about our Giant Hammer Sect?"

Hu Hansan suddenly asked. Ye Lin pondered for a while and said slowly.

"Yes, the Giant Hammer Gate is surrounded by mountains on all sides, and there are such thick iron gates and iron walls on the outside to resist it. Even if the monks in the early stages of foundation building want to force their way in, it will be useless."

"Hahaha, Senior Brother Ye really has a keen eye and knows his roots. The walls and iron gates of the Golden City were all made by our Giant Hammer Sect. Because of this, the evil cultivators dare not infringe upon my Giant Hammer Sect."

Hu Hansan laughed, seemingly extremely satisfied with Ye Lin's answer.

"Senior Brother Ye, we're here."

At this time, Hu Hansan introduced Ye Lin into a hut. Inside the hut, a strong-looking, muscular old man was pouring tea.

"senior."

Ye Lin bowed to the old man in front of him.

"Well, Xiao Hu, you can go out first, and I will catch up with the Qingyun clan."

The old man looked up at Hu Hansan and said.

"Yes, master."

Hu Hansan bowed to the old man, then patted Ye Lin on the shoulder and walked out.

"sit down."

The old man pointed, and Ye Lin sat on a wooden stool and took the teacup handed to him.

"Thank you, senior."

Ye Lin slowly took the tea cup.

Ye Lin, on the other hand, was holding a teacup and studying the old man in front of him. Why did he become more and more familiar with this old man?

"Fellow Taoist, you've been staring at me since I first came in. What's wrong? Is there something wrong with my face?"

Zhang opened his mouth and asked Ye Lin, his old face full of displeasure.

The person in front of him has been staring at his face since he entered the door. If it were a woman, he might be in a good mood, but the person in front of him is a man.

This couldn't help but make him murmur in his heart, could it be that this Qingyun Sect descendant has some special hobbies?

"No, no, senior has misunderstood. When I look at senior's face, I feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if I have seen him somewhere."

Hearing this, Ye Lin immediately came back to his senses, shook his head and said.

"Huh? Have you seen me? I have been in this giant hammer gate for more than 20 years. It is impossible for us to meet."

"By the way, senior, dare I ask you your name?"

"I'm Zhang Yi."

Zhang Yi stroked his beard and said slowly.

Hearing the name, Ye Lin came back to his senses.

He had gone to Sun Moon City to forge a long sword before, and happened to meet an old man who was a first- and second-grade weapon refiner, his name was Zhang Si. Could it be that these two people were related in some way?

The memory of a cultivator is extremely terrifying. Even if it is just a brief encounter, after a few years, if you want to recall it, you can easily recall it.

"Senior, do you know Zhang Si?"

After Ye Lin finished speaking, Zhang Yi's expression changed drastically, and he suddenly pulled off his beard, which made him burst into tears from the pain.

But he ignored the pain and immediately looked at Ye Lin.

"Have you met my brother?"

Zhang Yi grabbed Ye Lin and looked extremely excited.

"Senior, senior, calm down, calm down."

Ye Lin hurriedly held down Zhang Yi and pushed Zhang Yi back to his original place.

"I once met a first- and second-grade weapon refiner in Sun Moon City. His name is Zhang Si, and his face is somewhat similar to yours."

After Ye Lin finished speaking, Zhang Yi's expression became even more excited.

"Is that my brother in Sun Moon City? Okay, I will get up and go to Sun Moon City to find my brother tomorrow."

Seeing Zhang Yi's excitement, Ye Lin felt helpless and then sat aside.

"I already know the purpose of your coming here. I just want to ask a question. How confident are you in this battle for the Holy Son?"

Zhang Yi, who forced himself to calm down, asked Ye Lin calmly.

The battle for the Holy Son requires winning the hearts of the people. If these small forces seek refuge with any personal successor, they must give their full support.

But once the personal inheritance they support fails, although they will not be liquidated, all the previous efforts will be in vain.

No small force can bear this huge price. Small forces already lack resources, and coupled with the loss of a large amount of resources, they are likely to be wiped out.

The Miemen here were not killed, but the sect ran out of money and went bankrupt.

After hearing Zhang Yi's words, Ye Lin nodded. The reason why the previous sects turned to him without hesitation was entirely because he defeated the evil spirits and saved their sects.

As for the Bamboo Sect, he has the connections.

This Giant Hammer Sect is different. People don't have to be afraid of evil cultivators. Evil cultivators don't dare to touch others. At this time, they start to discuss interests with you.

"Senior, I am 100% sure about the battle for the Holy Son."

Ye Lin said with certainty.

"I believe you will definitely say this. Who can participate in the battle for the Holy Son and who is not 100% sure of himself? I am at the peak of Foundation Establishment, and you are in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment."

"If you can take my blow, I will fully support you."

"Our Giant Hammer Sect may not be strong, but our resources are enough to rival the four major sects and the four great families."

Ye Lin was convinced of this. The third-grade weapon refiner was the only one in front of him within a thousand miles.

If the major forces want to give their disciples weapons, they need to ask Zhang Yi for help. Over the years, the wealth of the Giant Hammer Sect will be an astonishing figure.

"Okay, I promise, senior."

Ye Lin slowly stood up and looked at Zhang Yi in front of him.

"If you have the guts, do it here. There is no need to go through so much trouble. Be careful."

Suddenly, Zhang Yi's eyes condensed, and his spiritual power surged. His clothes burst, revealing his brass-like skin, which was covered with muscles and full of oppression.

Boom

Zhang Yi raised his palm as big as a palm fan and hit Ye Lin's chest with one palm.

Facing the attack of a peak foundation-building cultivator, Ye Lin did not dare to be careless at all.

"Tiger roars in the forest."

Accompanied by a fierce tiger roar, a fist and a palm collided with each other.

A violent shock wave spread in all directions, and the tables and chairs on the side were blown into powder.

Tap, tap, tap

Ye Lin's face changed, and he hurriedly retreated seven or eight steps to barely stabilize his body, while Zhang Yi did not move at all.

"Without the three powers of the Dao platform, spiritual roots, and Phoenix Fire, I have no power to fight back against the peak of foundation building."

With a palm, Ye Lin quickly analyzed his current combat power.

If the firepower is fully opened, the peak of foundation building can fight with it, and the late stage of foundation building can be slaughtered at will.

As for the same realm, it is no longer within his consideration.

Phoenix Fire, Fifth-grade Dao Platform, Five Elements Spiritual Roots, these three heaven-defying blessings, the same realm does not take into account at all.

"Good boy, you can actually withstand my attack without changing your face, no wonder you can confidently say 100% sure."