"This is where Daozi's identity lies. Don't miss the opportunity to reach the sky in one step. Who else wants to give it a try?"
Lin Yuan said jokingly when he saw that no one had left for a long time.
We would like to, but your unreasonable Wind Blade Torrent won't agree.
"Oh, let's go. I am convinced by this approach."
In the spectator seats, light flashed, and some monks left the Dou Fa Peak in admiration.
Xu Xiangong also looked at Lin Yuan in shock. He did not expect that this Taoist from the remote west would really convince the cultivators.
"If we give him another chance to practice our sect's Taoism, how far will he grow?"
Just as he was daydreaming, he suddenly noticed that there was an extra person behind him.
"Master?!" Xu Xiangong turned around and said in shock.
"This is true Taoism!"
Sun Hongyuan's words seemed to have some meaning and were unpredictable.
"Keep watching, his limits are far beyond that."
Just when Lin Yuan thought no one would challenge him again, a handsome figure flew out from the second floor of the attic.
The man was dressed in white as snow, holding a paper fan and reciting poems:
"The taste of the world is as thin as gauze in the past years, who makes people ride in Beijing."
As soon as the two lines of poetry came out, everyone knew who the visitor was.
"It's Wang Zishu, the disciple of Wenhua Lineage! He actually chose to take action. Daozi has an enemy."
"It is said that the master of Wenhua Maidai was once the number one scholar in the Yan Kingdom, and later entered Taoism through literature. Therefore, the founding method must have a poem at the beginning, and it is indeed true."
"It's the "Lin'an Spring Rain Technique"! This method is the most effective in moisturizing things silently. It seems gentle, but in fact it hides murderous intentions!"
Lin Yuan frowned, not because of Wang Zishu's appearance, but because after he finished reciting these two lines of poetry, an obscure wave came from nowhere, vaguely trying to arouse his sadness.
If it were other monks in the Qi Refining Stage, they might have lost their magic power unknowingly and would have been defeated without a fight.
It has a bit of the flavor of my "spiritual gap" back then. It's a pity that the pure white card can't bring anything with him through time travel, including strong spiritual will, otherwise it will be directly countered to him.
Lin Yuan's thoughts changed and he served him a portion of Wind Blade Torrent as usual.
"Steps in the world of mortals."
Faced with the menacing attack, Wang Zishu shook his paper fan lightly, his figure disappearing without a trace. The wind blade plowed a furrow in the ground in vain.
"Gene Era"
"Daozi, your attack is indeed powerful, but your defense is not very good. In the world of immortality, comprehensiveness is the most important thing."
Wang Zishu appeared again, already in front of Lin Yuan.
Lin Yuan's heart was as calm as water, and he immediately used the Wind Control Technique to retreat, intending to distance himself.
The two of them kept moving around the whole place, and the elegant wind and the shadow of the world were vividly displayed.
Only a handful of the monks present could keep up with the fighting rhythm of the two men.
They were both at the ninth level of Qi Refining, and both of them had mastered the magic arts to a profound level. As time went by, the gap in the magic arts itself became apparent.
At a certain moment, Wang Zishu's worldly steps changed faster than Lin Yuan's wind control technique.
"Goodbye, Daozi. End the world of mortals!"
Wang Zishu walked to a position that Lin Yuan was about to reach. The landscape on the paper fan changed, and he swung it down with the power of the magic weapon.
Endless red smoke surged toward the edge of the forest from all directions.
"Blade Storm."
Lin Yuan shouted softly, and countless fine wind blades surrounded him at 720 degrees without blind spots, forming a green and white wind barrier.
The red mist and the wind blade touched, making an uncomfortable sound of scratching the glass.
Only then did Lin Yuan discover that the red mist turned out to be twisted sound waves one after another.
Wang Zishu did not expect that Lin Yuan could break the powerful blow with the help of the magical weapon Shanshui Fan without any damage in this way.
"How is it possible to shrink a half-meter-long wind blade to the size of a grain of rice and wrap it around the body?"
Wind is inherently shapeless, and every magic structure is the result of hard work by senior cultivators. Let alone Qi refining, even foundation builders don't have the strength to modify spells.
"not good!"
Wang Zishu was slightly distracted, panicked in his heart, and said hurriedly.
After Lin Yuan broke through Duan Hongchen, the remaining wind blades around him exploded and shot all at Wang Zishu.
Wang Zishu only felt that his eyes were green and white, the wind was howling, and his white clothes turned into tatters like a beggar's costume, and he was sent out of the field by the forbidden protection of Doufa Peak.
Lin Yuan's figure appeared in the center of the field again, spotless.
"Wang Zishu actually lost?"
"Aren't even the disciples of the Pulse Master's inheritance a rival?"
"Daozi is invincible. No one can compete with him until he reaches the foundation building stage."
"I have no objection to this person taking on the role of Taoist disciple."
With Wang Zishu's defeat, all the monks watching the battle changed their attitudes. All dissatisfaction and doubts disappeared, and awe-inspiring eyes were cast on Lin Yuan in the field.
Lin Yuan's fighting prowess has impressed them. What's even more terrifying is that they haven't seen Lin Yuan's limit yet. It was as if every duel was just a spring breeze blowing on his face.
"Is there anyone else who wants to challenge?" Lin Yuan said with a smile.
This time, no one was left behind. Everyone has a yardstick in their mind. Their abilities are limited, and the wheel battle is meaningless to Lin Yuan.
"We, the Taixuanmen monks, have met Daozi!"
Finally, someone descended from the sky, bowed his head and saluted Lin Yuan. Immediately afterwards, each monk followed and made the same move.
Facing the dark crowd, Lin Yuan calmly accepted their salutes, and his young body stood on Doufa Peak, becoming the new top of the mountain.
"This is what a person who cultivates immortality should do." Xu Xiangong said with emotion.
"Hahaha! You are young and full of energy. It is good to be full of energy!"
Sun Hongyuan laughed and took a step forward.
With Doufa Peak as the center, layers of clouds rise spirally from the foot of the mountain to the sky.
On the flat top section, fish-scale white clouds flood the ground. Endless spiritual energy is rising, like a fairyland.
In the shocking eyes of the monks, a huge white cloud palm as big as a mountain stretched out from the sky, getting smaller and smaller as it fell. The last finger was placed between Lin Yuan's eyebrows, leaving a delicate seal.
"From today on, you are the only Taoist disciple of my Taixuan Sect, my true disciple of Lord Yuncheng Yuan, with the Taoist name Qingfeng!"
The majestic voice resounded throughout the world. In this world composed of white clouds, Lin Yuan became the center of everyone.
"The master hasn't made a move for many years, but today he makes a move, and it's actually to recruit a disciple!"
At this moment, even the always calm disciples of the Pulse Master's inheritance changed their expressions.
"It has not yet become a pill, but it has a Taoist name."
A well-informed person noticed another word in the leader's words, his head was buzzing, and he thought of an incredible possibility.
In Taixuanmen, every Taoist number corresponds to a mountain peak, without exception.
"Is he about to become the master of a peak?!"
Every mountain peak involves huge interests and has huge cultivation resources. Those who are quick-thinking are already thinking of ways to climb into the possible peaks at the edge of the forest.
Lin Yuan touched the mark between his eyebrows. This was actually a teleportation talisman.
The information contained in it told him that one day later, the sect leader and pulse masters would be waiting for him in Taixuan Hall. At that point, the mark will turn red and you can activate the spell to teleport there.
"At that time, I will ask the leader to choose a suitable foundation-building technique. During the Qi refining period, I have no progress."
Lin Yuan felt thoughtfully as he felt the mana overflowing in his body.
