"This is where Daozi's identity lies. You can'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 came out 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 sighed in admiration and left Dou Fa Peak.
Xu Xiangong also looked at Lin Yuan in shock. He didn't expect that this Taoist from the remote west would really convince the cultivators.
"If he were to practice our sect's Taoism again, how far would 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 the true Taoism!"
Sun Hongyuan's words seemed to have some meaning, which was profound and unfathomable.
"Keep watching, his limits are far beyond this."
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 over the years. Who makes people ride in Beijing?"
As soon as the two lines of the poem 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 law he founded 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 fluctuation came from nowhere, vaguely trying to arouse his sadness.
If it were other monks in the Qi Refining Stage, their magic power might have been disordered without even realizing it, and they would have been defeated without a fight.
It has the flavor of my "spiritual gap" back then. It's a pity that the pure white card can't bring anything through the time travel, including the powerful 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 ravine on the ground in vain.
"Daozi, your attack is indeed powerful, but your defense is not very good. In the world of immortality, comprehensiveness is the most important."
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, vividly showing the elegance of the wind and the shadow of the mortal world.
Only a handful of the monks present could keep up with the fighting rhythm of the two men.
Both are at the 9th level of Qi Refining, and both of them have mastered the magic arts to a very advanced level. As time goes by, the gap in the magic arts itself becomes apparent.
At a certain moment, Wang Zishu's worldly steps changed Lin Yuan's wind control technique.
"Goodbye, Daozi. Duan Hongchen!"
Wang Zishu walked to a position that Lin Yuan was about to reach. The landscape on the paper fan changed, and he waved 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 let out a soft drink, and countless fine wind blades surrounded him at 720 degrees without any blind angle, forming a green and white wind barrier.
The red mist and the wind blade touched, making an uncomfortable scratching sound on 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 the powerful blow delivered by the magic weapon Shanshui Fan would be broken by Lin Yuan without any damage in this way.
"Shrink the half-meter-long wind blade to the size of a grain of rice and wrap it around your body. How is this possible?"
Wind is inherently shapeless, and every magic structure is the result of hard work by senior cultivators. Let alone Qi refining, even foundation builders do not 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's as if every duel is just a spring breeze blowing in his face.
"Is there anyone else who wants to challenge?" Lin Yuan said with a smile.
This time, no one ended up in trouble. Everyone had a yardstick in their mind, and their abilities were beyond compare, and the wheel battle was 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.
"Those who cultivate immortality should do this." 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.
Under the shocked gazes of the monks, a huge white cloud palm like a mountain stretched out from the sky, getting smaller and smaller as it fell. The last finger pointed at Lin Yuan's eyebrows, leaving a delicate Taoist seal.
"From today on, you are the only Taoist disciple of my Taixuan Sect, the true disciple of my Lord Yuncheng Yuan, with the Taoist name Qingfeng!"
The majestic voice resounded throughout the world, and 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."
Some knowledgeable people noticed another word in the leader's words, their heads were buzzing, and they 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?!"
Each mountain peak involves huge interests and has huge cultivation resources. Those who are quick-thinking are already thinking of ways to worship the possible peaks in Linyuan.
Lin Yuan touched the mark between his eyebrows. It 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. By then, the mark would turn red, and he could 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.