At noon, with the scorching sun high, Yu Wenlei and his party of six left the Lingchuan Mountains and took the main road straight to Xiling City. Along the way, they encountered many caravans and occasionally ran into a few blind bandits. It happened that Lin Xiang and others People are happy to deal with bandits.
After five days of journey, Yu Wenlei finally saw the outline of a city ahead. At first glance, it was several times larger than Blackstone Town. This must be Xiling City. It was the first time for Yu Wenlei to enter the city, and he felt a little bit confused. curious.
Yu Wenlei once heard Mr. Qu say that this place belongs to the Western Frontier. It seems that Xiling City is a small city in the west of the Great Feng Dynasty. Even the Great Feng Dynasty is just one of the countries in the Western Frontier.
As soon as he entered the city, he heard the noise in the streets. There were countless small and large markets. Yu Wenlei took a look around and found that the quality of these goods was generally very good.
"This is a city, it's really not comparable to a small town..." Yu Wenlei sighed.
"Brother Yuwen, this won't be your first time in the city." Lin Rong said jokingly.
"Yes, this is indeed my first time in the city. Do you have any questions..." Yu Wenlei spread his hands.
"Uh... no problem." Lin Rong was embarrassed and couldn't answer, while Lin Xiang secretly mocked him, but then he thought about it, even if he had a bad birth, his current strength would not crush him, so thinking about it, Lin Xiang would Even more unhappy.
After passing through the crowd and walking two streets, in front of you is Yangzhi Pavilion. This Yangzhi Pavilion is worthy of being the peripheral force of Shaoyang Sect. Even the two guards guarding the door are at the fifth level of body refining and above, and they have been refining their bodies at the Yuwen family. The fifth level is considered the elite of the clan.
"Greetings to the Great Elder!" The two guards knelt down in unison. Xin Yong lifted them up with a push from his palm, and a group of six people walked into the pavilion.
Entering the main hall, there were several middle-aged people discussing matters. Sitting in the middle was Lin Yuanhong, the master of Yangzhi Pavilion. This man was nearly fifty years old and had a plump figure. He must have gained weight in his middle age, but Yu Wenlei did not dare to underestimate him. Look, this is a strong man at the ninth level of Lingyuan Realm!
"Dad! Ronger is back. There are a lot of herbs that we are looking for in this experience!" Lin Rong rushed over with a smile and hugged Lin Yuanhong. Yu Wenlei was stunned. It turned out that Lin Rong still had this level of identity. No wonder the elder of Yangzhi Pavilion would secretly protect her when she went out for training.
"Girl, if you came back so soon, wouldn't you be asking your Uncle Xin to open the back door..."
"How is it possible? We didn't even know Uncle Xin was there before we completed the mission!"
Lin Yuanhong seemed a little unconvinced. After all, they had only been out for less than a month, and it was not easy to find all the medicinal materials. He turned his attention to Xin Yong in doubt.
"Haha, Pavilion Master, Ronger is right. They did complete the task by themselves, but it was thanks to the help of this little brother." Xin Yong patted Yu Wenlei on the shoulder, and then rescued Yu Wenlei from the forest. Rong and four others, and escorted them to search for medicine deep in the Lingchuan Mountains.
Everyone in the lobby turned their attention to Yu Wenlei, who was dressed in gray robes, no more than twenty years old, with a restrained aura and no trace of cultivation. With Yu Wenlei's strong mental power, it is easy to hide his cultivation.
"This little brother is so secretive that even Lin can't see through it. I wonder what I call him?"
"Senior Lin, boy Yuwen Lei."
"Brother Yuwen, if you don't mind, just call me Uncle Lin. You and I are both in the Lingyuan realm. I can't afford to be called a senior. By the way, you saved Ronger and the four of them. Yangzhi Pavilion should thank you deeply. "Brother Yuwen, if you have any requests, please tell me, Lin will never shirk..."
"This... I'd like to thank Uncle Lin first. I really have something to ask for. I hope your pavilion can give me a recommendation spot for the Shaoyang Sect..."
After the words fell, the lobby was quiet for a moment. Several middle-aged people frowned and showed displeasure. Lin Yuanhong did not expect Yu Wenlei to make this request. There were only three recommended places for Shaoyang Sect, which had been decided just now. Coming down were Lin Rong, Yu Xiong, and Xu Qian. Lin Yuanhong seemed very embarrassed, but once the words were spoken, he was bound to break his trust.
"Dad! If it weren't for Brother Yuwen, Rong'er's life would be in danger. The worst that could happen is that Rong'er would give up her place to Brother Yuwen!" Lin Rong said anxiously.
"Nonsense! Back off first!" Lin Yuanhong scolded. "I think this way, it will be a competition between Brother Yuwen and Xu Qian, and the winner will get the spot. After all, our Yangzhi Pavilion has gradually become weaker among the peripheral forces of Shaoyang Sect in the past two years. If we can recommend talented disciples, we can Got a lot of benefits.”
As soon as Lin Yuanhong's words spread, doubts came one after another. Yangzhi Pavilion, as a peripheral force of Shaoyang Sect, was not decided by Lin Yuanhong alone. Yu Wenlei was an outsider after all, and several people came forward to oppose it.
However, Lin Yuanhong and Xin Yong supported Yu Wenlei, and the situation became delicate. After an argument, the third elder sitting on the right side of the lobby stood up.
"I think this little brother must have broken through to the Lingyuan realm. I'm afraid Xu Qian is no match. Let him compete with my son Lin Xiong. If he can win, it doesn't hurt to give him a quota. If he loses, , I think there is no need to mention it at this time..."
Yu Wenlei glanced at the man behind the third elder. This man must be Yu Xiong. He was not weak in cultivation. He was staring at Yu Wenlei with a very unkind look, full of fighting spirit. Yu Wenlei murmured in his heart that he had never provoked him...
"Third Elder, Lin Xiong is already twenty-five years old. This is unfair..." Lin Rong said anxiously.
"Rong'er, this is the elders' discussion, please step aside first." Lin Yuanhong blocked Lin Rong behind him. For the sake of internal unity in Yangzhi Pavilion, he could not ignore the third elder's suggestion, otherwise the matter would be spread to Shaoyang Sect and be punished. If someone is willing to use the topic to make use of it, he will be very passive.
"Brother Yuwen, the third elder's son Yu Xiong is at the second level of the Lingyuan realm. Do you have any objection to the third elder's request?"
"Yes..." Yu Wenlei blurted out, and after the words fell, not only the third elder and others, but also Lin Yuanhong frowned slightly, seeming to think that Yu Wenlei was too rude.
"Boy, what qualifications do you have to object? If you are afraid that you will miss this spot!" the third elder said angrily.
"Um...I haven't finished speaking yet. I want to say that this guy named Yu Xiong doesn't interest me at all. How about this? In order not to embarrass Uncle Lin, I will compete with the third elder. If I lose, the quota will matter. Never mention it again.”
"What did you say!" The third elder stared so hard that his eyes almost popped out. Lin Yuanhong and others couldn't believe their ears, and Yu Xiong, who was ignored, was even more angry with his veins exposed.
"Boy, where did you come from? You dare to be so arrogant and don't worry about flashing your tongue! If you want to challenge my father, you must pass me first!" How could Yu Xiong endure being ignored? He directly drew his sword and stabbed Yuwen. Ray's back.
However, Yu Wenlei did not turn around. What he pierced with the long sword was just an afterimage. When Yu Wenlei appeared again, he was already beside Yu Xiong. A white hand clasped Yu Xiong's neck. As long as he moved his fingers, Yu Xiong would be killed. Killed on the spot.
"Stop!" The third elder was shocked, "Boy, I agree to fight with you, please let go of Yu Xiong first."
"Okay, that's the best. If I win, I will get one of the three places." Yu Wenlei let go of Yu Xiong and walked out slowly. He will definitely not be able to perform in the lobby in the next battle. .
Until Yu Wenlei walked out of the lobby, Yu Xiong still stood there with a pale face. The sword he just stabbed at Yu Wen Lei's vital part, so Yu Wen Lei had murderous intent. At that moment, Yu Xiong felt that he had escaped from the gate of hell. Walked once.
Yu Xiong staggered, his back already wet with cold sweat...
In the courtyard of Yangzhi Pavilion, in an open space, Yu Wenlei and the third elder stood opposite each other. The third elder of Yangzhi Pavilion was a sixth-level powerhouse in the Lingyuan realm, and Yu Wenlei probably knew something about it.
Yu Wenlei challenged him not because he was really arrogant. During the five days of traveling, he had been pondering over the manual of sword skills. At this moment, he needed an opponent to hone his sword skills, and Yu Xiong was obviously of no help to him. Opponents like the Third Elder are the best whetstones...
