Chapter 65 --Strange White-haired Old Man

As the most important place of Wuzong's martial arts pavilion, its strictness is shameful. As we all know, one of the cores of the development and inheritance of a sect is these martial arts collected by ancestors over countless years.

On a quiet and remote path, Lin Yuan is walking along the end of the path at a slow pace. Probably no one would have thought that Wuzong's martial arts pavilion would be in such a remote area.

Lin Yuan's expression was a little complicated. When Wuzong tested, he was assigned to the southern courtyard with nine levels, while the other three were assigned to other courtyards. Because of this, each courtyard was free from quarreling, which also reflected that Wuzong was not calm.

Entering the martial arts pavilion to select secrets is the dream wish of countless children of martial arts. Although this wish is too unrealistic, in the martial arts pavilion, even ordinary martial arts are spread, and it can be regarded as a high-level martial arts skill in the outside world, which is the reason why countless people are so-called crazy.

I don't know how many years of accumulation in Wuzong's martial arts pavilion have such a vast sea of martial arts secrets. It is the largest and most dazzling wealth of Wuzong. For any martial artist, this is simply their paradise. As long as you can choose a martial arts skill that suits you, it is enough to make your fierce. In the competition, one step ahead of others.

A good martial arts can greatly improve their own strength. For example, under the same level, the strength of people who use advanced martial arts is definitely much stronger than those who use low-level martial arts. You can know at a glance who is weaker and who is stronger.

Thinking of this, the complex expression on Lin Yuan's face gradually relaxed, and the steps under his feet seemed to accelerate a little.

Now, with Lin Yuan's martial arts skills, he can't exert his amazing combat effectiveness at all, so he urgently needs some advanced martial arts skills.

Lin Yuan took a breath and felt a little heavy. He only had this opportunity, and if he wanted to enter again, he must earn enough contribution value, so he must seize the opportunity to find the one that suits him best.

Along the way, Lin Yuan met many foreign disciples of various courtyards. Except for most of the disciples of the North Academy who were more or less hostile to Lin Yuan, most of the other foreign disciples of the other courtyards greeted Lin Yuan enthusiastically, and Lin Yuan also responded one by one with a smile.

Lin Yuan doesn't want too much about the hostility of the North Courtyard. Although he is a troublesome person, it does not mean that he is afraid of trouble. Lin Yuan smiled helplessly. Perhaps, in his own battle, I'm afraid that there are fewer disciples who don't know him. After all, as soon as he arrived, he was so "popular"

Even a few crazy female disciples rushed over boldly to show their love to Lin Yuan... Obviously, after that comparison with Chen Ming, Lin Yuan's fame and prestige among the registered disciples had reached a height that he could not even imagine.

Fortunately, at the end of the path is a spacious bluestone road, otherwise Lin Yuan stepped into here for the first time, I'm afraid that the hidden martial arts pavilion will not be found at all.

Lin Yuan was not slow. After about an hour along the bluestone road, he finally arrived at the martial arts pavilion of Wuzong.

"Wuzong, the legendary martial arts pavilion, is here." Lin Yuan looked up and observed carefully.

This is an extremely magnificent slab building with a small tower-shaped shape, divided into three floors. From the outside, this is an ordinary building. In Wuzong, it is not eye-catching at all, but everyone who knows it knows that this is one of the most important places in Wuzong.

Looking from afar, there are only two people watching outside the whole martial arts pavilion. Lin Yuan feels that the strength of these two people is not high. It is only in the mid-nine realm, and they should be the personnel of the outer disciples who come to work.

For guarding the Wuji Pavilion, Wuzong also has a contribution value, but not much, but this is also a safe and secure job. Among the Wuzong, some disciples who think they are weak often compete for the guarding work of the Martial Arts Pavilion.

Although there are not many martial artists outside, and their strength is not very strong, Lin Yuan did not dare to underestimate the forbidden place of Wuzong. When he first explored it, he could vaguely feel that in the top of the martial arts pavilion, that is, among the three layers, the pressure that belongs to the acquired realm is himself. It is incomparable that he can feel the pressure and momentum from the top at such a distance.

The outside is loose and the inside is tight, which is an appropriate description. Lin Yuan secretly thought in his heart that he knows that in Wuzong, as long as he inquires a little about it, he will know that as long as it is the most important place of Wuzong, there will be at least one inner gate elder who has reached the innate level to guard it. Ordinary people dare not be presumptuous here at all, let alone Wu As the most important place of Wuzong, there are not a few strong people and nature to guard.

Following the steps in the martial arts pavilion, Lin Yuan came to the entrance. When the two guards saw Lin Yuan, they were used to asking, and simply logged down and put Lin Yuan in. In such a place, they would not think that anyone would dare to break in.

As soon as Lin Yuan stepped into the pavilion, he was stunned by the scene in front of him. In the first floor of the whole martial arts pavilion, there were all places to put martial arts books, and the whole three rows were all martial arts.

If this is all mine, as soon as a sense of evil thought appeared in Lin Yuan's heart, he suddenly saw a gray-haired old man standing quietly in a corner of the first floor, holding an unknown martial arts skill and watching with relish.

The mottled sunlight shone down the window of the Martial Arts Pavilion, which seemed extremely incongruous.

The old man seemed to notice that someone had entered the martial arts pavilion, and the martial arts skills in his hand were also put down, looking at Lin Yuan.

"Eh? Outer disciple? Come in and choose martial arts." Sensing that someone was coming, the white-haired old man asked softly, and the book in his hand also hung down.

Lin Yuan hurriedly put away the unrealistic idea and said respectfully, "Lin Yuan, a disciple of the outer gate of the South Courtyard, has just entered the Wuzong this year and came to the Martial Arts Pavilion to choose suitable martial arts secrets."

"Oh?" A fine light broke out in the white-haired old man's eyes and suddenly looked at Lin Yuan.

This is a very ordinary face, not the imaginary crane-haired childish face, and there is no domineering leakage. There are wrinkles carved over the years on the face. A pair of eyes seem to see through everything in the world, and a suffocating light flashes by.

Lin Yuan can obviously feel that the momentum of the old man's instantaneous momentum is simply like a vast sea of smoke, which is unfathomable. At least it is an innate realm.

He stared at Lin Yuan up and down a few times and looked at it. For a moment, his eyebrows seemed to frown, and then nodded slightly, showing a trace of approval. He nodded and said, "Okay, go and choose!" Remember, you only have three hours to choose.

Lin Yuan nodded: "Thank you, senior."

"Ye." The white-haired old man nodded slightly and suddenly seemed to remember something and said, "By the way, you can choose two martial arts skills."

"Ah?" Lin Yuan was suddenly stunned: "But... senior, according to Wuzong's regulations, it seems that... I can only choose one."

"You're quite honest, not bad." The old man raised his head with a smile and suddenly said domineeringly, "I said a few books. You can choose whatever you want. I'll be responsible for what happened. Don't you want it?"

Lin Yuan's head was still dizzy. Oh, my God, two books. Although he didn't know the reason, the more martial arts skills, the better. After being awakened by the old man's words, he hurriedly shouted, "If you want it, thank you, seniors. I'm very grateful." He looked at the old man in front of him, and the more he looked at him, the more he felt that the old man was so amiable, or, er, a little cute??