Behind the main hall of Qingfeng Sect is the place where the sect leader usually retreats for training.
After gaining magical power, Lin Yuan was as light as a swallow. With his toes on the stone steps, he could cross more than a dozen steps, with his blue robe flying like a fluttering ink cloud.
"Master!" Lin Yuan stepped over the last step and shouted to the hall not far away.
"Lin Yuan, why do you want to find me as your teacher? Are you having doubts about the practice of Qingfeng Jue?"
In the main hall, Yin Jiu turned around and looked at Lin Yuandao doubtfully.
"No. The disciple has already finished learning the Wind Blade Technique. I wonder if Master has any other spells to learn."
"Oh, do you want to learn some other spells? That's right. Wind Blade Technique is a very difficult spell after all. Wait! Are you saying that you have already learned Wind Blade Technique?"
Yin Jiu felt something was wrong as he spoke. If he heard correctly, Lin Yuan said that he had learned it?
How can it be! Wind Blade Technique is a standard mid-stage Qi refining spell. He taught this spell to Lin Yuan just because he was looking forward to the progress of Lin Yuan's practice. Could it be that he is already in the middle stage of Qi refining?
Yin Jiu couldn't sit still on the futon and used the wind control technique to come to Lin Yuan's side, using his spiritual sense to investigate carefully.
"It's actually the middle of the Qi Refining Stage, and it's still the fifth level! No, it's the sixth level now!"
Remembering that Lin Yuan was still a mortal two days ago, Yin Jiu suddenly felt that he was really old.
"Lin Yuan, show me a wind blade technique!" Yin Jiu said.
Lin Yuan used his magic power and skillfully slashed a crescent-shaped cyan wind blade towards the clearing.
boom!
A stone was cut in half.
Lin Yuan has really learned it and has reached the level of proficiency.
Yin Jiu looked at Lin Yuan like a monster.
"Master, can I learn your wind control technique now?" Lin Yuan looked at Yin Jiu and said greedily.
The art of wind control can control the flow of air and fly. If you practice it to high and deep places, you can even turn it into a gust of wind. It is not only very fast, but also very graceful.
Yin Jiu did not answer Lin Yuan's question, but after thinking for a while, he said:
"Lin Yuan, I originally planned to train you to the foundation building stage, then fly to the main sect and send you to the main sect to practice. But now it seems that there is a better way. You come with me."
Yin Jiu waved his sleeves, rolled up the edge of the forest, walked through the hall, and stopped in front of a stone wall.
It was Lin Yuan's first time here and he couldn't help but look around, only to find that there was only one extremely smooth stone wall here.
"Master, what are we doing here?" Lin Yuan asked in confusion.
Yin Jiu had a look of reminiscence on his face and said sadly:
"Lin Yuan, stand in the middle of the stone wall. The wind control skills you want and more are all there. Remember, hold on. The longer you hold on, the better."
Lin Yuan didn't know why, but he still followed Yin Jiu's words and stood in front of the stone wall.
After seeing Lin Yuan getting ready, Yin Jiumou chanted the spell, and a purple-gold talisman flew out of the storage bag on his waist. He picked up a golden talisman pen, wrote a string of messages on the talisman, and then stuck it on the stone wall.
"Respectfully invite Shanyuejing!" Yin Jiu shouted, and his spiritual power was poured into the talisman crazily.
Suddenly, countless purple and gold lines extended from the talisman to the stone wall. The stone wall becomes more and more transparent.
When the stone wall was so transparent that it almost disappeared, a hazy light enveloped Lin Yuan, and the next second, Lin Yuan disappeared in front of Yin Jiu.
After being swallowed by the stone wall, Lin Yuan found himself in a strange place. Everything around him was blurry and he couldn't tell the direction at all.
Fortunately, the magic power in his body was still there, which gave him a little comfort.
Lin Yuan tried to send out a wind blade. After advancing more than 2 meters, the wind blade disappeared inexplicably.
"Master said that the longer you hold on, the better, so you can't get into trouble. Just wait and see."
Lin Yuan simply stayed where he was. After a moment, an emotionless male voice sounded:
"Tester Jingxu Vein Branch, Qingfeng Sect Lin Yuan."
"The tester is 10 years old, has a natural spiritual root, and meets the recommended standards."
"Start the first trial."
The blurry surroundings began to become clear.
Lin Yuan was surprised to find that he was standing on a plain.
"Ouch!"
After the loud howl, a group of giant wolves came running wildly. There are more than 30 of them, each one the size of an adult buffalo.
Their eyes were red, their mouths were drooling, and they stared at Lin Yuan greedily.
"Is this a trial?"
Lin Yuan was a little scared and a little excited inside.
"Wind Blade Technique, go!"
The cyan wind blade cut the air with a harsh sound and suddenly hit the giant wolf at the front.
The so-called "bronze-headed, iron-boned, tofu waist" were all scum in front of Feng Ren. In an instant, the heads of three giant wolves were missing, and they lost their lives.
These giant wolves may be the nightmare of mortals, but in the eyes of immortal cultivators, they are only at the first level of Qi refining stage.
What's more, Lin Yuan's magic power can be called a perpetual motion machine. When a dozen wind blades are launched, all the giant wolves will die.
"Start the second trial."
The same sound came out again, without giving Lin Yuan any time to rest. This time a group of leopards appeared. Each one has the strength of the second level of Qi refining.
Lin Yuan frowned, as if he saw a bad future. This time, he easily defeated all the leopards.
First level, second level...sixth level, Lin Yuan walked into the seventh level of trial with great difficulty.
This time, he faced 36 monster beasts at the seventh level of Qi refining.
Not only were these monsters physically powerful, but they could also release spells, attacking Lin Yuan in close and long range attacks.
But Lin Yuan's blade storm is a perfect combination of offense and defense. As long as their power cannot break it instantly, Lin Yuan's abnormally restored mana can repair it.
While Lin Yuan was struggling with the trial, there was a small commotion in the Taixuan Sect far away in the middle of Ge Qingzhou.
"A genius has actually appeared in the mountains of the west!" Manager Xu, who was in charge of the trials in the Mountain and Moon Illusion Realm, was amazed.
There are 36 monsters stronger than him, not to mention that the monsters are still in the late stage of Qi refining, and the tester is only 10 years old in the middle stage of Qi refining. Being able to persist for such a long time is enough to be called a genius among the main sect.
"I don't know how long he can hold on? Lin Yuan, Qingfeng Sect's branch of Elder Jingxu, is, well, qualified to start the return ceremony." Manager Xu silently wrote down the name.
In the fantasy world of Shanyue, Lin Yuan found that he was in a stalemate with them. These monsters couldn't penetrate his defense, and his wind blade couldn't hit them either.
The designer of this trial obviously did not expect that there would be a Qi Refining Stage monk like Lin Yuan in this world with almost unlimited recovery. The entire trial was stuck at the seventh level and could not proceed further.
Two more hours later, Lin Yuan found that all the monsters that attacked him suddenly became motionless. Just when he was about to fight back, a hazy mirror fell from the sky.
It has no borders and looks like a perfect circle.
"The trial went wrong, and the tester's strength cannot be judged. The final test begins."
The hazy mirror floated in front of Lin Yuan and began to reflect everything about Lin Yuan.
Lin Yuan looked at the mirror and felt drifting all over. Many things he remembered and didn't remember came to his mind.
Out of nowhere, Lin Yuan's consciousness surrounding countless golden scriptures began to awaken.
Lin Yuan's eyes in front of the mirror were still clear, but they became much deeper.
"Xianxuan Zuowang, what a big dream."
With a chuckle, Lin Yuan reached out his hand and held the hazy round mirror. Countless golden scriptures instantly covered it.
In Taixuan Sect, Shanyue Pavilion suddenly emitted a golden light, which was dazzling.
"Shan Yue recognizes his master, and Taozi appears!"
The precious purple-gold talisman pen in Guanshi Xu's hand rolled to the ground with a clatter, and his mind went blank in shock.
