His expression was very peaceful, like an orchid in an empty valley.
Not only Yuan Yan, but even in the entire world of practitioners, few people know of his existence.
Every action of practitioners who have reached the semi-saint realm has a very important impact on the world, and their actions often have far-reaching purposes.
But no one knew that this peaceful practitioner who was parked by the Salt Lake was passing by Meishan not because he wanted to cause trouble in Meishan, but because he just wanted to take a look at someone on the way.
This man's name is Lin Yi. In terms of realm, he is as far apart as heaven and earth. However, in terms of seniority, he is his junior brother.
This is the disciple who received the last true inheritance from his master.
Practitioners like him have very few friends or real enemies, so according to this relationship, Lin Yi can even be regarded as his relative.
So he came here to take a special look at his junior brother.
Just a glance.
Disappointment or joy, for him, he only needs to watch this once.
If this junior brother is too disappointing and may ruin his master's reputation in the future, then he might as well kill him.
It was hard for him to imagine that his master would choose such a handsome young man as his junior brother, but from the looks of it now, this junior brother should make him happy, right?
He was a little relieved.
For a moment, he wanted to leave something for Lin Yi, but when his eyes and feelings separated from Lin Yi and others' bodies, he quickly changed his mind.
He was not afraid that the world would know his existence and whereabouts, he just thought it would be better for Lin Yi not to know his existence.
Because weeds tend to grow stronger and more powerful.
He wanted to leave.
Then his figure disappeared from the salt lake.
His speed has exceeded the perception of most living creatures, and it is like disappearing into the air out of thin air, but there is not even a single ripple on the calm lake surface.
Lin Yi did not feel that he was a disciple of the Three Saints of Nantian.
In his subconscious mind, only those disciples who have truly gone through the apprenticeship ceremony, started to serve the master, and received instruction through words and deeds can be regarded as true disciples.
Of course he knows that many people have very special identities and have different definitions of these things.
The Three Saints of Nantian are certainly such a special example.
Because their status is too high.
Their skills are also too advanced. For ordinary practitioners, the Three Saints of Nantian who are in the unreachable clouds will never pass on their skills and books to others.
In fact, based on this calculation, Lin Yi felt that he was even a disciple of two of the Three Saints of Nantian.
Because he also received guidance from that saint on the Mahakura practice method in the library of Qitian Academy.
It was also because of that saint that he obtained the method of cultivating the golden body without leakage.
That saint's research and inference, coupled with He's cultivation techniques, allowed him to quickly embark on the road to Maharaja.
However, Lin Yi was still too far away from the battlefields of those powerful people in the world, so he did not know as well as Yuan Yan. In fact, on the day he left Nantianyuan, Shen Yue and He Xiuxian had already left this world.
If he himself knew that he was the last practitioner that the two saints paid serious attention to and taught before they died, and that the two saints only left one or two true disciples in the world, he himself Perhaps this view will also change.
At this time, Lin Yi was still looking at the direction where his senior brother he had never met left in shock.
The power of the semi-saint that he experienced personally made every fiber and flesh in his body still tremble, but unlike Yuan Yan and Rong Yi, he intuitively felt that the other party had no ill intentions towards him.
Yuan Yan tried her best to calm down.
She looked at the mountain peak that finally no longer exuded the terrifying aura, and comforted herself in her heart. Maybe the unknown half-saint was not the vice-president of Nantianyuan, and he just happened to see them passing by.
The three of them glanced at each other.
"Let's go."
She should be the most worried about her own safety, but at this time she was the first to speak out and the first to continue moving forward.
If such a semi-saint were to take action, even if he turned around and ran away now, it would be absolutely impossible to escape from this person's grasp.
Since you are afraid of being useless, just focus on walking your own path and doing your own thing.
The three of them walked through the canyon and entered the dry swampland.
The ground in the swamp is cracked, and weeds and various low shrubs grow in clusters, just like the heads thrown around on the battlefield.
Even though the traces left by the half-saint were extremely inconspicuous, the three of them were still keenly aware of the unusual smell the moment they stepped into this swamp.
Some slender blades of grass seemed to be cracked just by the sound of their footsteps, and the split grass blades fell to both sides.
The separated grass blades formed a straight line, pointing to the mountain lake. Such clear traces reminded them that what they just perceived was definitely not a dream.
Is this someone using a ray of true energy or a ray of sword energy to enhance his perception?
Yuan Yan took a deep breath and searched in her mind. She did not expect that any half-saint she knew had such a method. It seemed that even the Demon Sect master she respected did not have such a method.
There will be no such means.
However, this half-saint shocked them even more than that.
Suddenly there was some slight movement in this dry swamp.
Some stray grass and shrubs suddenly broke off, as if they were being harvested by some invisible farmers.
Because this swamp is like a rice field that has been smoothed out when water accumulates, and the terrain is extremely flat, so the three of them can see six or seven clumps of such tangled grass and broken shrubs at a glance.
However, among these broken grass and shrubs, there are still unbroken herbs.
The herb is the size of a bowl, and its reddish flower looks like a lotus.
Looking at these herbs, the expressions on the faces of the three people became extremely wonderful.
This is Qixinlian, the herb they are looking for on this trip.
That person directly made Qi Xinlian appear in front of them in this swamp, which can only mean that before he let them know his existence and had a face-to-face meeting, he had been looking at them silently for a long time, and even
I heard some conversations between them.
If someone with such good intentions is left behind, he will not be Lin Yi's enemy.
But who is this person?
Even Yuan Yan couldn't guess it at all. Because according to the information she knew, He Xiuxian's disciple had also died fighting with He Xiuxian in Nantian Academy.
"Thanks!"
Lin Yi couldn't figure it out either. He shouted loudly at the mountain peak as a thank you, and then muttered softly, "It's always bad to just eavesdrop on people."
Rong Yi's face turned a little pale again.
He was worried that the half-saint would suddenly become unhappy and would punish him as soon as he thought of it.
But nothing happened.
All was quiet.
(The third update will be tomorrow, and I’ve seen criticisms about the slow update. I accept the criticism, but writing a book really doesn’t happen overnight, and there are objective facts. Lao Wu is really a bit old, not the kind of young person who writes three times a night.
When you are strong and you are not writing articles about upgrading and fighting monsters, you will be more tired. After a month, the average is four to five thousand words a day, which I think is not too slow. Caring about fatty liver and being considerate of the elderly)