The peaceful atmosphere was suddenly solemn, and in the crowd where Fan Ming was, there were a few more unfamiliar figures, different from the others in Daohe, those people were full of haze, looking at Fan Ming's eyes, they were all gloomy.

Ji Fan tugged at Zhang Qing'er, who was playing with his small mouth on the side, and said suspiciously: "Who are those people?" ”

"Who? are they?" Zhang Qing'er glanced at it, and also saw those pairs of cruel eyes, rolled her eyes disapprerovingly, and said, "Who else can it be, the people of Yunfeng Academy." ”

"Oh. Ji Fan understood something as soon as he heard Yunfeng Academy.

At the beginning of the establishment of the Juexin Sect, in order to facilitate the management, there were seven courtyards, whether it was Yunfeng Academy or their Tianqing Academy, they all belonged to one of the seven courtyards.

And as the saying goes, where there are people, there is competition, even though Ji Fan and the seven people have always kept a low profile, it is difficult to stay out.

The Tianqing Academy is the least numerous among the seven courts, with only seven people, but it has always been in the position of the 'first court' for no other reason than that this ranking is based on the ranking of the winning disciples in the martial arts competition at the end of each year.

And Ye Lang has been crowned for three consecutive years.

This naturally attracted the jealousy and dissatisfaction of other faculties, after all, the location of the first academy can enjoy more resources of the sect and rich benefits, and the other academies are-for-tat, which is of course understandable, so if the damage to the Tianqing Academy is not great, the Tianqing Academy will be calm and will not care.

However, among them, Yunfeng Courtyard is the most intense, and there is no bottom line at all.

And the reason is not only the location of the first courtyard, but also because Yun Fei, the senior brother of Yunfeng Academy, one of the top ten core disciples, was defeated by Ye Lang at the martial arts conference a year ago, and at that time, Ye Lang only made three moves at will!

Defeating a core disciple in just three moves, the difference in strength between the top ten core disciples is so big, which suddenly caused an uproar in the sect, and many disciples felt that the identity of Yun Fei's core disciple was untrue, but this kind of rumor led to the reputation of the entire Yunfeng Academy, and since then, this Liang Zi has been concluded.

Li Qi, Yue Qing, and Ye Lin walked over quickly, because Fan Ming seemed to have a verbal conflict with that Yunfeng Courtyard, and Ji Fan and Zhang Qing'er were also worried that Fan Ming would suffer a loss, so they followed.

"Congratulations, congratulations. ”

Among those people, a young man in green clothes walked over, wearing the same silver badge as Fan Ming, indicating that his strength was also in the eighth stage of the aura realm, his expression was frivolous, and he arched his hand casually, and his words sounded like no congratulations, but contained a kind of coldness, and the disciples who were talking to Fan Ming dispersed a lot after recognizing these people.

"Thank you. After seeing this person, Fan Ming smiled slightly, and he naturally knew the grievances of the two courts, but as a representative of today's protagonist, he naturally couldn't lose his manners.

At this time, Ji Fan and the others were also coming one after another, and the hot-tempered Li Qi stepped out angrily and said coldly: "Yunyan, today is my happy day, what do you want to do?"

When Ji Fan heard that this person was Yun Yan, he hurriedly glanced at it twice, this person he knew that although the number two person in Yunfeng Academy was not as strong as the eldest disciple Yun Fei, he was not far behind.

"It's nothing, it's just to see the genius, what's the matter, don't you want to see it? Could it be that you're afraid of dying halfway?" The man in Tsing Yi had insinuations in his words, and several people were angry when they heard this, Li Qi pointed at the man in Tsing Yi and was about to open his mouth, but was stopped by Fan Ming.

"Yun Yan, is your senior brother in good health?I don't know if after the last battle, if you still have the strength to fight with my senior brother in three moves..."Fan Ming shot back sharply, directly revealing the other party's scars, and immediately the people in Yunfeng Courtyard turned pale and extremely annoyed, and stepped forward with their chests rising and falling, but they were also stopped by Yun Yan.

"Hehe, it is rumored that Tianqing Academy is full of talents, each extraordinary, you second child is like a spring, it is really worthy of the name, but I don't know, do you have the strength corresponding to your tongue?" Yun Yan dusted off his sleeve robe, raised his eyes slightly, and said with a smile.

Fan Ming smiled unabated, his eyes flashed with wisdom, and he said softly, "Do you want to try it?"

"Do you want to try it?" Yun Yan's eyes were gloomy.

The two of them were-for-tat, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense, and many disciples around looked at the two of them, some people were helpless, Tianqing and Yunfeng had already had a grudge for a long time, this is a well-known thing, so I am afraid that it will not be good today.

But at this moment, someone quickly came over and whispered in his ear beside Yun Yan, and at the same time, Ye Lin also whispered in Fan Ming's ear, their eyes narrowed, they glanced at each other meaningfully, and retreated inexplicably.

"What's the situation?"

"I don't know. ”

Everyone who was waiting to watch the play looked at each other, and at this time, the hall suddenly fell silent, and I saw a middle-aged man in a luxurious robe appear at the head of the stage, he put his hands behind his back, and was not angry and arrogant. The whole body exuded a strong aura of superiority, giving people a faint oppression, and many disciples hurriedly lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at them.

This person is none other than the sect master of the Juexin Sect, Li Madlin!

No wonder the two retreated, it turned out that it was the sect master coming, Ji Fan raised his head, looking at the figure that looked down on everything condescendingly, his eyes gradually became hot, he was extremely at the top, and was admired by thousands of people, this was the dream of all young people, including him!

"Sect Master!"

The silence lasted only for a moment, and then it was broken by a loud voice, and countless disciples saluted, worshipping from the heart, and the same ceremonial movements, and the sound shook in all directions.

"Get up. ”

The slightly mellow voice spilled down, everyone lowered their palms, but the frenzy in their eyes did not subside, and when the figures in the hall stood solemnly, Li Madlin took out a dossier and cut straight to the topic.

"Hundreds of years ago, at the beginning of the establishment of our sect, the patriarch of the sect was appointed as a shocking ......"

Everyone in the audience looked solemn and listened carefully to the teachings of the sect, Ji Fan seemed to be distracted, and his eyes looked at the door in the corner behind the high platform in a daze.

“... The patriarch forged the body at the age of four, guided the spirit at the age of six, condensed the spirit of the seven-grade attribute at the age of eighteen, and stepped into it at the age of twenty-six..."

"Wow..."

There was an uproar in the hall, and the follow-up words were a little blurred, Li Madlin glanced at it, and the hall was quiet again, but everyone's minds were constantly shocked by one sentence - eighteen years old, the spirit of the seven-grade attribute!

What an amazing thing this is! The most important thing is that he has condensed the spirit of the higher attributes!

Ji Fan smacked his lips with envy, and sighed lightly, compared to the ancestor, his thirteen-year-old three-stage aura is simply...

The countless people in the hall had amazing expressions on their faces, and it was hard to imagine how dazzling Ren Jingtian was in that era.

"Senior brother doesn't know how many spiritual qualities are condensed..."Zhang Qing'er muttered in a low voice.

"If you can't say it, it's also a high spirituality. Ye Lin said with anticipation.

"Hey, hopefully, the spirits of the higher attributes are not so easy to condense. Fan Ming shook his head.

...

“... Heaven favors my sect to give a rookie, his name is Ye Lang, four years old forging body, six years old spirit channeling, eighteen years old cultivation to the spiritual realm, although I don't know what his future is, but at present it is comparable to the ancestor when he was young, so the sect unanimously decided to set him up as a personal disciple, I hope everyone will take him as the goal, more diligent cultivation... Alright, the ceremony begins!"

Li Madlin closed the file, his fingers were a little empty, and there was a sudden sound of mechanical chains in the center of the stone platform, and a huge square tripod slowly rose up.

"Why don't you say that Ye Lang condensed a few spiritual products?!"

"Does the sect want to keep it secret?!"

"Could it be a high-attribute spirit?!"

As the most powerful one in the sect, spiritual quality is one of the most concerned issues for all the disciples in the hall, and Li Yanlin's vague 'confidential' answer naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of a group of people.

"It's a little mysterious, could it be that it has really condensed into a high-level attribute spirit?" Ye Lin Daqi.

"It's okay, if you're curious, we'll ask Senior Brother after the ceremony is over. ”

At this time, the seven old men rushed in from the back of the stage, carrying all kinds of ancient weapons, looking at the red jade pendant on their waists, they didn't have to think about it to know that this must be the master of each courtyard of the sect, Ji Fan looked at it, and the old man on the edge was dressed in gray clothes and had a clear appearance, that was their master, the master of Tianqing Academy, Ye Hong.

The remaining six people are the masters of Youzhu Temple, Qingshan Temple, Lingjing Temple, Wuzheng Temple, Tongjing Temple, and Old Divine Temple.

The face of the lord of the seven courtyards was solemn, and the ancient and strange utensils in his hand touched the big ding, and there were words in his mouth, and after a while, a fire suddenly ignited in the ding, and then a thin figure walked up slowly from the side of the stage.

It was a young man, who looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, of ordinary appearance, with a long figure, dressed in a plain robe, and carrying a long sword. He looks ordinary, not tall, the kind that you can never find again if you throw it into a sea of people, and there is nothing surprising about it. However, when you see his eyes, you will feel that he is very extraordinary, those eyes, sharp, clear, like the sword behind him, very sharp.

The purple gold coat of arms on his chest flashed with a dazzling luster, he was the protagonist of this palace meeting, he had cultivated to the spiritual power realm, the senior brother of Ji Fan and several people, Ye Lang!

Seeing this dazzling figure, the countless disciples in the hall suddenly couldn't hold their breath, everyone whispered, some worshipped, some envied, and some were jealous. Fan Ming and the others, their faces were full of pride, this is their senior brother, it is their brother. And Zhang Qing'er, like all female disciples, had stars flashing in her big eyes, if it weren't for the discomfort of the scene, I am afraid that she would have screamed a long time ago.

All eyes were on him, everyone's eyes fell on him, he didn't seem to have the slightest pressure, he took the stage with a steady pace, and even the rhythm of his breathing did not change, Li Madlin nodded approvingly with the head of the house, and the sharp-eyed Ji Fan found that Ye Hong, who was not smiling all the year round, was full of kindness on his old face, and there was a faint pain in his heart.

Since his down-to-earth cultivation path, he has been acting as a negative teaching material among the seven, and most of the people who compare him with him are his closest master, Ye Hong.

At first, he was very sad and embarrassed, but when he grew up, it didn't matter, dignity was such a thing, it didn't matter to a person of his strength, he hadn't been brilliant, so why care.

But now, when he saw the figure that attracted the attention of thousands of people, a trace of waves suddenly set off in his heart, and that trace of waves was that he had already given up, and he was unwilling at the beginning of his cultivation.

"I want to work on it too. ”

He stood quietly in the corner, clenched his fists, the corners of his mouth bitter, thinking that his talent was slightly stronger than that of waste, and his mind was difficult to understand.

The follow-up was a little boring, the master of the House of Representatives poured all kinds of spices on Ye Lang like an exorcist, and after finishing his work, he looked at his proud "masterpiece" and nodded with satisfaction, not caring about Ye Lang's ugly face at all. Everyone looked at the young man who was constantly ceremonial, and couldn't help but want to laugh.

Soon the hall meeting ended, and Ye Lang was taken away by the elders, so Ji Fan and the others didn't talk to each other. The brothers talked again, and they also left.

Ji Fan walked on the way back to his residence, feeling a little depressed, reminiscing about the dazzling figure in the hall, the familiar face in front of him that seemed to be laughing, and the kind gaze of the master... He was the only one standing in a quiet corner, unnoticed, as if he had been trapped in another world. And all this is due to his weak talent.

"If only I could be strong—" he muttered to himself, sad, and as if sensing something in his way, he came back to his senses, raised his eyes, and sighed gloomily, for before he knew it, he had returned to his lodgings.

In front of me is a courtyard, built against the backdrop of the mountain, and the environment is elegant.

Among them, the bamboo fence garden, Mingtang tile house, several good trees are verdant and lush, and strive to highlight the vitality of life, a stone tablet stands next to the gate of bamboo, after the baptism of wind and rain, it is faintly visible that the word 'Tianqing' is written on it...

Pushing open the courtyard door, following the gravel path through the medicine field flower garden, walking to a thatched hut, opening the door of the hut, and slamming the door a little irritably.

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