"That's easy to say. The fortune teller groaned for a while, and said slowly: "There is a close friend in the poor road, and his cultivation is good, and he once created a mysterious sect, but he can't find a successor who can inherit his mantle. Poor Dao had promised him that if he was lucky, he would help him find someone with good qualifications and talents, and you could go there to practice. It just so happens that if you change your identity, you can also enhance your cultivation and strength when you go there, and you can also avoid this catastrophe. ”

"Me?" Lin Yi frowned and asked, "Why me, my talent may not be worthy of others." ”

The fortune teller shook his head and said, "I don't know if I can see it, you might as well try it." Don't have a psychological burden, you have betrayed the Sword Sect, and it doesn't matter if you worship him in a new identity. ”

Lin Yi raised his eyebrows and said, "My 'sex' always causes trouble, aren't you afraid that I will affect your best friend?"

The fortune teller laughed and said, "My friend is just not afraid of trouble, he just wants to find a successor who can compete with the geniuses of the four royal families and the three major sects." His sect used to have a great reputation in the Honghuang Continent, but by mistake, he chose to close the mountain in seclusion, just waiting for an opportunity to re-enter the immortal path. ”

"I'm that opportunity?" Lin Yi looked surprised, he was just a foundation building monk, and he really didn't dare to say that he could influence a big sect.

The fortune teller looked disdainful and said disdainfully: "Your scum-like strength is not enough to see, but I just let you try, if you can get his true inheritance, it will also be your chance." He has a peerless secret technique, and if you learn it, it will be enough to be proud of the desolation. ”

Where would Lin Yi believe it, he chuckled, just as this fortune teller was blowing nonsense.

However, the fortune teller had a sentence that made Lin Yi a little moved.

Lin Yi pondered for a while and asked, "You mean that if I can get his inheritance, I will have the opportunity to compete with the heirs of the four major royal families and the three major sects?"

Lin Yi was thinking about Yuqing in his heart, if he could take this opportunity to see Yuqing in advance, it would be good.

And he can compete with many geniuses, and Lin Yi really doesn't want to miss this kind of opportunity.

Especially for Gongsun Guyue, between them, sooner or later there will be a battle.

"Of course, have you ever heard of the Great War of the Hundred Tribes?" asked the fortune teller mysteriously.

"The Great War of the Hundred Clans?" Lin Yi frowned and shook his head.

"To put it simply, the Great War of the Hundred Races is a great collision of geniuses of all races!"

Seeing Lin Yi's confused appearance, the fortune teller smiled and said slowly: "This war of the hundred clans has been inherited for a long time, and since the ancient times when the hundred clans fought against the demon clan, the war of the hundred clans has been handed down. The number of human races and demon races is the largest in the Flood Desolate Continent, but there are still other races, such as the Jiuli tribe in the south, the mysterious witch clan, the barbarian race with strong bodies, and so on. But for thousands of years, many races have been extinct and disappeared in the long river of time, and now there are less than 100 races. ”

Speaking of this, the fortune teller's eyes "revealed" a trace of vicissitudes, and he couldn't help but sigh.

Lin Yi was silent, quietly listening to the fortune teller tell these secret stories that he had never heard of.

"Although it is less than 100 tribes, because of its long heritage and quite a long history, it is still called the Great War of 100 Tribes. Moreover, the word 'hundred' has two other important meanings, can you guess one correctly?" The fortune teller said this, looking at Lin Yi with a smile, obviously with the intention of taking the school exam.

Lin Yi groaned for a moment, his eyes were extremely clear, flashing with a little brilliance, and he said slowly: "The meaning of a hundred words is nothing more than two kinds. The first is that a hundred tribes war will be held in a hundred years, and the second is that every monk participating in the event cannot be more than 100 years old, but these two speculations are in conflict and can only be one of them. ”

The fortune teller's eyes showed appreciation, and he smiled: "Yes, another meaning of the hundred characters is that the age of the monks participating must not be more than 100. The Great War of the Hundred Clans is held once every ten years, and there are three years to go before the next Great War of the Hundred Tribes. As for the rest of the meaning, you'll know when you're eligible to participate. ”

"You mean to let me worship that sect and then participate in the Great War of the Hundred Clans?" Lin Yi somewhat 'figured' the mind of the fortune teller.

The fortune teller nodded and said, "That's what I mean, you can try it." If my friend is not completely sure, he will never go out of the mountain again, and he will not let his descendants go to participate in the Great War of the Hundred Tribes. If you participate, you must become famous and famous all over the world. ”

After a pause, he said: "The Great War of the Hundred Clans is a gluttonous battle between the young geniuses of all ethnic groups and the leaders of the major sects, and this battle will determine who is the first person of the younger generation of the Hundred Clans." Only a genius who stands out in the Great War of the Hundred Clans can be called a true genius!"

Lin Yi thought for a moment and said, "If I go to participate, what benefits can I get? ”

"Good, huh. The fortune teller pouted and said, "Geniuses of all races will participate, if it is just a false name, how can the war of the hundred clans gather so many geniuses and demons." The specific benefits will not be known until you really qualify for the Battle of the Hundred Clans and stand out. In addition, Gongsun Guyue is the beneficiary of the Hundred Clans War. There is a lot of attention to detail in the Hundred Clans War, and you will only know if you really participate in it. ”

If you participate in this war of the hundred clans, you must meet some acquaintances, which is not bad.

Lin Yi's eyes appeared in front of Yuqing and the little goblin, one was dressed in white like snow and had a cold face, and the other was green with a pretty face and a silver bell ringing softly.

Lin Yi remembered what he said to Yuqing that day: "Ten years later, I will go to Guanghan Palace to find you! I don't dare to guarantee that Hong Huang is invincible, but I can guarantee that among the younger generation, I am the only one worthy of you!"

Since I am going to Guanghan Palace in ten years, if I first make a splash in this Hundred Clans War, and then go to see Sister Yuqing, I think she will also be happy for me.

After thinking about this, Lin Yi nodded and said, "Okay, how do you find that sect?"

The fortune teller scratched his head, took out a talisman from his bosom, took out a "hair" pen, and wrote a few crooked words on it.

Lin Yi took it and took a look, and there were five words written on it, Divine Stick King Half Immortal.

"Your name?" The name of the fortune teller, Lin Yi knew it for the first time.

Wang Banxian said with a proud face: "Give this talisman to the sect steward and take a look, he will know what is going on." Hmph, the name of the poor road and half an immortal was also well-known back then. ”

"You don't work, don't be useless when the time comes. Lin Yi took the crumpled Dao talisman and slandered for a while, feeling that this Taoist priest was really unreliable.

Wang Banxian's eyes rolled, and he hurriedly said: "You have promised Poor Dao, but you can't pick your son and leave, the mask of Poor Dao is given to you." With your cultivation, it's not easy to sneak into the sect?"

The corners of Lin Yi's mouth twitched, listening to Wang Banxian's meaning, this talisman was really useless.

Wang Banxian didn't wait for Lin Yi to complain, so he said, "Okay, I'll give you another benefit." Your long sword is very eye-catching, it is your mark, even if you change your identity and carry this long sword, you will be hunted down. Why don't I help you seal it in your body, and when you have the golden pill cultivation, the seal will be freed, how about it?"

Since he wants to change his identity, this black sheath long sword really shouldn't be visible in front of people, and now he still can't pull out the long sword, and it is better to take it out when the golden pill is time.

At this point, Lin Yi nodded, he just happened to take a look at the means of this magic stick.

Lin Yi suddenly found that he had never been able to see through Wang Banxian, this Taoist must have skills, but it is really hard to say what realm he has reached.

Wang Banxian took the black sheath long sword, didn't look at it, and nodded at Lin Yi's dantian through the air.

Lin Yi was taken aback, there were too many secrets in his dantian, and if it was really exposed, it would be a blessing and a curse.

Without waiting for a reaction, the dantian suddenly felt a pain, Wang Banxian gently sent the black sheath long sword forward, and then quickly hit a few tricks with both hands, and the black sheath long sword disappeared from the palm of his hand.

When Lin Yi looked down, a small wound on the dantian had quietly healed, and his divine sense poked into the dantian, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Seeing that the black sheath long sword was erected next to the mysterious broken sword, but it was a head lower than the mysterious broken sword, Lin Yi had an illusion that the black sheath long sword seemed to have great respect for the mysterious broken sword.

"Alright, let's get out of the valley, there are a few friends waiting outside, let's go to the meeting." Wang Banxian smiled maliciously.