Chapter 840: Highest Seniority and Oldest Qualification

Sure enough, Yi Lin guessed right.

Yi Lin listened to half of the lecture, and felt that she had listened to the point. Taking advantage of the darkness, she quietly left in the middle of the lecture.

Coincidentally passing by the Taoist Garden, Yi Lin felt a gust of air hovering in the sky, like an angry dragon, very terrifying.

In this situation, it was like Gong Yangbai sitting carelessly in the yard, staring at Yi Lin and saying: Come here!

Yi Lin was speechless, there were only two bottles of Zizhu Niang left in the stock of the two elders of Gongyang, there was no need to touch their bad luck at this time...Let's talk about it next time, let's forget it this time.

...

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

But taking 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 wants to bring his parents to Xianshan to take care of them.

The climate here is pleasant, and the aura is abundant. Even ordinary people can live a long life without disease or pain without practicing here.

During the day, he is Lin Yi, a student who is eager to learn and is named, and the favorite of all the elders in legend.

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

Although the progress of this huge project is slow, it has already begun to take shape.

Under Green's guidance, Yi Lin really tossed that thing out.

It's just that in the spiritual world, Green scoffed at Yi Lin's excitement, and rolled out a middle finger with his wings to express his disdain.

"It's just your rags, you dare to let it out, I accidentally sneezed and sneezed away when I woke up... You are far behind."

Yi Lin really wanted to say "screw".

How can the knowledge of people and bats be generalized?

In this regard, Yi Lin reserves her opinion and does not comment.

...

The days are boring but fulfilling.

After mentioning Jiannanchun that day,

Yi Lin never ran into Brother Jian on the road again.

Maybe it's because fate didn't come, or maybe Yi Lin was too busy and Jian Nanchun didn't catch him.

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

soon.

It's the twelfth lunar month that was agreed with Jian Nanchun.

Yi Lin was going out that day while Elder Sword Casting was out, and spent some low-grade spirit stones that registered disciples could receive every month, and rented a refining furnace. cook.

Yi Lin already had a high level of comprehension, but due to bad luck, after blasting a few furnaces, Yi Lin finally succeeded in refining a mediocre little magic weapon.

This made Hua Wuyu, the elder swordsmith who rushed back from the outside after getting the news, heaved a sigh of relief, and at the same time praised Yi Lin fiercely, and said that the registered disciple Lin Yi has fully comprehended the essence of weapon refining, and he can leave the teacher without using it. come again.

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

He seemed frightened.

Elder Zhujian, Hua Wuyu, has served as the elder of Zhujianshan for thirty-six years, and he has never seen such a disciple who can explode.

I really don't know what Chen Bei saw in him.

Fortunately, this disciple was named, not only thinking about Zhu Jianshan, but one day he will leave. Every time the elder Zhu Jian thought of this, he tolerated it repeatedly and did not attack.

Yi Lin had just hidden the dozens of "advanced remote-control grenades" she had refined, and was riding Xiaoqing wandering over the fairy island, thinking about which mountain gate to visit next, but unexpectedly, she was handed over by Chen Bei on the way. Blocked.

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

Also blocked Lin Yi, Jian Nanchun had been suffering from Lin Yi for a long time, but Chen Bei blocked it all of a sudden.

"follow me."

Chen Bei didn't say much, he rode a crane and brought Yi Lin to Wenjian Mountain.

In Wenjian Mountain, there is a sword mound, and the sword mound is full of flying swords, some are intact, and some are dilapidated.

Yi Lin knew this place, and he often came here.

This is where the inner disciples found the Flying Sword of Fate.

But why is it not called "Xunjian Mountain", "Qiujian Mountain", "Holding Sword Mountain", "Qianjian Mountain" and other names here, but why does the word "ask" be used?

Among them, it is said that there is great knowledge.

When the two were about to land.

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

"I said, old Chen, what a happy day today, have you finally stopped pretending and are about to have a showdown?"

"..."

Chen Bei had just stepped off the crane with one leg. Hearing this, he almost lost his footing, and staggered towards the crane's wings. Chen Bei held back for a while, he was familiar with Yi Lin, and knew that Lin Yi couldn't beat Lin Yi with flirty words, so he could only utter one word silently: "...Get lost."

He walked a few steps, and Yi Lin pointed to another path: "Old Chen, the way up the mountain should be this way."

"..."

Don't blame Chen Bei, he has been in the handyman class for sixty years, times have changed.

Chen Bei didn't deliberately release the spiritual scan, maybe these years, he has lost this habit.

The two came to the mountainside.

The bluestone path, the entrance to the Sword Tomb, Nie Shanhe has long been waiting here.

"Uncle Master."

"puff."

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

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

Chen Bei played role-playing as a handyman in the handyman class for a full sixty years, but he didn't look like a woman either.

Nie Shanhe's seniority in the sect is already an "elder", under the head of the sect, the elders are all equal.

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

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

"?"

"...Senior Brother!"

Yi Lin was taken aback: "What about the position?"

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

Yi Lin suddenly realized, and blurted out: "So it's because of seniority!"

"..."

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

His tenacious sword heart, which he had honed for a hundred years, unexpectedly fluctuated because of this.

"call……"

Nie Shanhe breathed a sigh of relief, his face calm, like a mirror like a lake. He closed and opened his eyes, looked at Yi Lin, and said softly: "Back then, Master Uncle was recognized as the number one genius in the sect, no one can surpass him."

The implication is that Chen Bei is not relying on his seniority, but his real strength.

"Hey, it's old, it's old now." Chen Bei waved his hands and smiled, but Nie Shanhe's words still made him feel at ease: "Xiao Lin, you are going down the mountain in a few days. Refining weapons, hexagrams, taming animals..." After talking for a while, Chen Bei felt that the list was a bit too much, and felt a little depressed inexplicably in his heart. , but my own cultivation base is shallow, once I encounter a disciple of a demon sect with a high cultivation base or a cruel monster, it is very likely that I will die unexpectedly."

"So, for the sake of the mere three pots of Zizhu Niang, I will give you a chance, old Chen. As for what sword you can ask, it all depends on your understanding and good luck."

"Five pots in total." Yi Lin stretched out a slap to correct Chen Bei's mathematical mistakes. After thinking for a while, she said, "I have obtained the Flying Sword of Flying Flying Sword without the status of an inner disciple. Does anyone else know?" Do you have an opinion?"

"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 anything, the old man doesn't say anything, you don't say anything, who knows? Oh, la la, stop moaning, go in quickly! You only have ten Tiangong, once the time is up, no matter whether you find your natal flying sword or not, you must leave the sword mound and not stay. Many inner disciples are waiting in line!"

Yi Lin was startled when she heard this: "Ten days?" He stared at the "Sword Tomb" which was made of stone bricks like a tomb, and there was no light in it. Asked again: "Are you sure... this will take ten days?"