Chapter 65 Competition - Shrinking into an inch

When the people in the apse heard Huanzhen shout like this, their faces were unbelievable and suspicious. Mu Yunfei was even more surprised and inexplicable. He knew from Yan Rulong that this Qinglan view had disappeared in the world of cultivation as early as a thousand years ago, and even the "defending hammer" that was once the head of the top ten innate magic weapons disappeared. And now the old and young man in front of us actually have the Qinglan Order of Qinglan View, which is not surprising!

The old beggar took Qinglan Ling from Huanzhen's hand, threw it in his hand, and then sat down on the mahogany chair, while the little fool stood behind him and couldn't help squeezing at Mu Yunfei.

"It's the Qinglan Order, but the old man, I'm not the master of Qinglan View, and this Qinglan Order was also obtained by accident! Song Yu, come here!"

From the time the old beggar took out Qinglanling until now, Song Yu's face was full of joy, anger and joy. At this moment, I heard the old beggar shouting his name, thinking it was an illusion. After looking around, I was sure that Song Yu in the old beggar's mouth was him. He silently guessed in his heart, why did the old man know me? Is he also a descendant of Qinglanguan?

After Song Yu settled down and put away his wild thoughts, he quickly stepped forward, stood in front of the old beggar, and saluted the younger generation:

"I don't know what the senior called me for?"

Unexpectedly, the old beggar threw the Qinglan order in his hand to Song Yu like scrap copper and rotten iron. Just when everyone didn't know why, the old beggar picked up the wine jar and poured a few mouthfuls. After a moment, he said in a playful tone:

"This Qinglan order belongs to you, the descendant of Qinglanguan, Lingyu?"

Song Yu was shocked. Qinglan almost fell to the ground from his trembling hand, regardless of the surprised eyes of others. His eyes were wide open, his lips were slightly open, and he said unfavorably:

"Who are you and why do you know my father and my real name? Do you still know that I am a disciple of Qinglan's future life?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. The important thing is, do you want to revive the prestige of Qinglanguan?"

Song Yu, no, it should be called Lingyu now! Lingyu also knew from these light words that the old beggar did not intend to reveal his identity, but he could be sure that this old beggar was not the enemy of Qinglanguan!

Do you want to revive Qinglan? This is what Lingyu is dreaming of.

Thousand years ago, Qinglanguan was destroyed, and only one person escaped from the whole Guanguan, and this survivor was the son of Qinglan Guanzhu, the young master!

The spirit fled into the secular world for many years. After confirming that the villains who destroyed the whole view thought that he had died, he returned to the world of cultivation and joined the Feiyan Sect anonymously. Because of his profound cultivation and justice, he finally became the head of the Feiyan Sect!

And now his descendants, Lingyu, have naturally inherited the Feiyan School. When Lingyu was very young, his father Lingyu told him about Qinglanguan's past one by one. However, to Lingyu's puzzlement, Lingyu only taught him to practice the skills of the Feiyan School, but did not mention the mysterious skills of Qinglanguan. I didn't tell him the truth until Lingyu flew up!

It turned out that the lucky ghost knew in his heart that the person who destroyed Qinglanguan was to get the "Qinglan Secret Law", "Heavenly Hammer" and "Qinglan Order"! And these three things are about a secret, a secret that can subvert the whole world of cultivation! And the "defending the sky hammer" and "Qinglan Ling" have disappeared! Therefore, Lingqi finally decided to place the Qinglan Secret Law in a secret place. Let those who plot it fail!

In order to prevent the Flying Rock School from repeating the mistakes of Qinglanguan, Lingqi has not passed on any skills that originally belonged to Qinglanguan! Therefore, it is not that Lingyu refused to teach the skills of Lingyu Qinglanguan, but that he has not practiced it himself.

Although Lingyu remembered Lingyu's teachings, he was still young at that time and never forgot the powerful "Qinglan Secret Law", and inadvertently found a clue about where to place "Qinglan Secret Law" in the spiritual notebook. So together with his brethren Huanzhen and Huanyu, he finally found the "Qinglan Secret Law" after a lot of hardships.

Although the secret method was found, it made Lingyu very decadent. Because no matter how he practices secret methods, he has no progress in cultivation and strength! This not only shattered his dream of revitalizing Qinglanguan, but also fell into the pursuit because of this secret method! Now, although Qinglan is in hand and has no corresponding strength, isn't it putting him in a more dangerous place?

After figured this out, Lingyu finally endured the desire in his heart and returned Qinglan's order to the old beggar. His originally panicked heart had settled down and said indifferently:

"Senior, although I am a descendant of Qinglanguan, after all, we are far away from each other. Nowadays, I not only practice flying rock skills, but also the head of this flying rock school. So thank you for your beauty. Don't mention this matter of revitalizing Qinglan!"

The old beggar looked at Lingyu's calm expression at this moment, nodded and laughed:

"This is pertinent. After all, in the past thousand years, I don't think you have practiced the Secret Law of Qinglan. It's a little difficult for me to be an old man! Well, let me take this Qinglan order for you!"

"Thank you very much, senior!"

In the apse of Yuqing Palace, I'm afraid that everyone except Mu Yunfei is full of yearning for the "Qinglan Secret Law" in the mouth of the old beggar. At first, when the old beggar broke the identity of Lingyu, everyone thought that the spiritual rain had this secret method. But judging from Lingyu's cultivation and attitude towards Qinglanguan, it seems that he is strange to everything in Qinglanguan!

Huanzhen is one of the insiders. He hurried to Lingyu's side and smiled at the old beggar and said:

"Anyway, it is a fact that Taoist friends have a leader's order. Since Taoist friends also come to participate in the Xiuzhen Conference, why not represent Qinglanguan?"

Huanzhen really deserves to be the pursuer of fame and fortune, and this worldly wisdom is also very sophisticated. His words are not only to divert people's speculation about the spiritual rain, but also focus all the focus on the old beggars. It means that Lingyu has long been regarded as a descendant of Qinglanguan, and now the owner of Qinglanguan is an old beggar. But then the old beggar's words made Huan only scold the old fox in his heart! The old beggar turned up at the corners of his mouth, narrowed his eyes, and showed a treacherous look and said:

"Oh? Since the leaders of this Xiuzhen Conference have recognized the status of my old man, can my disciples also participate in this competition?

"This, of course!"

Huanzhen smiled bitterly and nodded helplessly and agreed. Since Huan is really the leader of the alliance, everyone has no reason to refute it. Moreover, they have been criticized by old beggars before, and the little fool does have the cultivation in the later stage of building the foundation in the eyes of the leaders of all factions, so this little thing is nothing!

The test on the sword test platform has finally resumed.

This third round of the test is almost all the cultivation in the later stage of foundation building, which is much more wonderful than the previous two rounds. Of course, Mu Yunfei is an exception.

"This No. 48 Butian Pavilion won! Next, No. 87 Yinyang Pavilion Mu Yunfei will fight against No. 49 Yuqingzong Du Feng!"

Why is he a disciple of Yuqingzong again? Do I really have a grudge against Yu Qingzong? Mu Yunfei shook his head at his ridiculous idea and flew to the sword test platform. But after waiting for a long time and not seeing Du Feng on the court, the referee shouted:

"No. 49 Yuqingzong Du Feng! Please come to the stage! The number of people hasn't arrived yet, so it's abstention!"

After ten years, Du Feng's arrival was still not seen, and the referee had to announce again:

"Dance to the 49th Yuqingzong Du Feng did not arrive, this victory was won by the 87th Yinyang Pavilion Muyun! Next, No.143 Qinglan Guanxiao confusedly fought against No. 57 Fumoyuan Huike!"

Mu Yunfei originally wanted to try the boxing sword that had made some achievements recently, but he didn't expect that the other party would give up and walk away unhappily. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something. He quickly came to Huike, who was preparing to play, grabbed his arm and whispered:

"Huike, don't be deceived by the other party's seven- or eight-year-old appearance! On the surface, he was in the later stage of foundation-building, but just now in the apse, I could vaguely feel that he has a strong power and be careful!"

"Thank you for reminding me! I saved it!"

After saying that, Huike jumped up to the sword test platform and stood firmly on the field. I don't know when he had come to him, crossing his hands in front of his chest, shaking his right leg, and smiling.

"You are ready!"

"Okay!"

"Start!"

Huike's weapon is a black iron bar that is about ten feet long. After swinging the iron bar in her hand, she threw it aside! Although Mu Yunfei had reminded him before, he seemed to be a little better than using weapons against such a cute and bare-handed baby in front of him.

Mu Yunfei looked at Huike's ridiculous behavior and really had a feeling of hatred for being iron and steel. He said in his heart, if he encounters demons in the future, will Huike also do this because he can't bear to do so? Well, it's good to teach him a lesson!

Huike stretched out his right hand and made a very elegant gesture of invitation, but then threw it back high. Where he was standing, the little confused posture was still the previous posture. The only difference was that his right foot was raised and he was constantly twisting his ankle.

Look at Huike. After all, he was a monk in the late stage of foundation building. After being hit, he responded very quickly. A back air fell down, but he still retreated three steps in a row and couldn't help shaking. It seems that the little confused foot is still very strong!

At this moment, everyone under the stage is inhaling cold air, and can only describe the little confusion in one word, that is, fast! Everything was too fast. For the foundation-building monks, they only felt a flash of people, and Huike was kicked out by this kick.

At this time, Mu Yunfei's pupils suddenly tightened, and his eyebrows were twisted like a twist. He saw the little confused action, but that could not be regarded as a footwork. The little confused just took a step forward and came to Huike's body. Mu Yunfei must have seen it seriously and must have been dazzled!

What kind of footwork is this? Just as Mu Yunfei was shocked and confused, a strong smell of wine came to his face, and the voice of the old beggar in the apse came to his ear:

"This is not a footwork, but a Taoist art that shrinks into an inch!"