After Xiao Niansheng stepped into the Golden Pill and left, all the disciples in the Lingxiao Sect saw Xiao Niansheng's Imperial Sword leave, and Xiao Niansheng's Imperial Sword, who had entered the Golden Pill Stage, flew faster, like a purple lightning, and disappeared into the sky in an instant.

The outer disciples sighed, and several outer disciples who felt the qi immediately grasped their cultivation, while the other disciples who did not feel the qi felt sighed secretly.

"The head of the sect condensed the aura vortex for us, but we still didn't feel the sense of qi, we didn't seize this opportunity, maybe it was hopeless to cultivate immortals in this life."

There were many outer disciples sighing, Zhang Lin was also one of them, he had already practiced very hard, but he couldn't feel what that mysterious qi sense was.

Could it be that I am really destined to not be able to enter the path of cultivation?

"Zhang Lin, the water in the water tank inside the door is empty, go down the mountain to fetch water!"

"Zhang Lin, I have already felt the sense of qi, I will become an inner disciple in a few days, and my work of chopping wood will be handed over to you, and after I become an inner disciple, I will definitely repay you twice."

"Zhang Lin, hurry up and bring food to your Senior Brother Ma, if he becomes an inner disciple, he will inevitably give you benefits."

Hearing that all the senior brothers pushed their work to themselves, Zhang Lin couldn't help but clench his fists, just because I am weak, you want to bully me like this?

Strange to say, many outer disciples near Zhang Lin felt a sense of qi, and as a result, all their daily work tasks were pressed on Zhang Lin, which made him so busy that he couldn't even spare a little free time for cultivation.

Could it be that I really have no hope of cultivating immortals? In this case, I am not going down the mountain to be an ordinary person.

When carrying water and chopping wood, Zhang Lin thought about it more than once, but he was unwilling!

Try again, try one last time, if it doesn't succeed this time, I'll go down the mountain and become an ordinary person, and I won't dream of cultivating immortals anymore in this life.

Zhang Lin, planning to try one last time, he works during the day and contemplates "Xiaoyaogong" at night, but it is useless to sit so dry, no qualification is no qualification, rather than sitting, it is better to leave here to find an opportunity.

For three days in a row, Zhang Lin got nothing, but the work added to him was getting more and more, so that he had no intention of participating in "Xiaoyaogong" at all.

Zhang Lin sighed: "I, it's time to go down the mountain." ”

There is no hope of cultivating immortals, there is no point in staying here any longer, I am still young, there is no need to waste time here.

Zhang Lin packed up his things and then left the house, he thought to himself: I am literate and know abacus, even if it is not difficult to do an account, why stay here?

Although thinking so, Zhang Lin was always a little disappointed.

He went down the mountain road of Ling Xiao Sect, and after a short time, he came to the foot of Ling Xiao Sect, and then, he suddenly saw more than a dozen young people walking towards Ling Xiao Sect not far away.

When these dozen or so young people saw Zhang Lin, they immediately came over: "May I ask if you are a disciple of Lingxiao Sect?" We are mortals who come here and want to worship the Lingxiao Sect to cultivate immortals, I don't know how we can worship the Lingxiao Sect? ”

Zhang Lin was puzzled, why did so many people suddenly come to worship the mountain?

"Are you sure you want to worship our Lingxiao Sect? Wanjian Mountain and Zheng are also recruiting apprentices, why don't you go to those two sects to try? Zhang Lin asked.

The dozen or so young people immediately burst out laughing, and they said, "Senior brother of the Ling Xiao Sect, don't test us, who doesn't know about the Ling Xiao Sect in this extreme west?" ”

Zhang Lin asked carefully: "I really don't know what has happened recently, please tell me one or two." ”

"Lingxiao Sect is really a hermit sect, you don't know such a big thing." A young man praised.

Zhang Lin looked puzzled: "What happened?" ”

"The head of the Hehuan Sect, the number one faction in the Far West, was killed by the head of the Ling Xiao Sect, don't you know about such a big thing? I heard that the Hehuan Sect came to the door by itself, but the strength was not good and was killed, and now the Hehuan Sect has declined, countless disciples have fled, and there are only a few foundation building periods left to support it, and it will not be long before it will be reduced to a second-rate sect. ”

Zhang Lin nodded, this matter is rumored in the sect, after all, they still remember the scene of the three factions of Jin Danqi attacking the mountain sword formation that day.

"So, you came here after hearing about it?" Zhang Lin asked.

Seeing that Zhang Lin was so displeased, a young man praised: "The head of the Lingxiao Sect clearly killed the head of the Hehuan Sect, but the disciples of the Lingxiao Sect are still so dismissive, it can be seen that the Lingxiao Sect has a deep heritage, let's hurry up and worship the Lingxiao Sect to ask for immortals!" ”

Zhang Lin was stunned, my Lingxiao Sect has a deep heritage? Why don't I feel it?

"It seems that Senior Brother still doesn't know, just the day before yesterday, the ghosts on the ancient battlefield were suddenly swept away by the head of the Lingxiao Sect, and a powerful ghost general entrenched there was also suppressed, from now on, this extreme west land will no longer suffer from ghost invasion, such a big event, even the city lord of Falling Moon City was alarmed." Another young man said excitedly.

Zhang Lin was taken aback, and he said: "In this way, the people of the Far West don't have to be careful when they travel for fear of being harmed by ghosts?" ”

The young man nodded: "That's right, now that my extreme west can finally start to border the Central Plains, and I can trade with the Central Plains." ”

"But without the barrier of ghosts, the war in the Central Plains may also burn to us, so you should not be too optimistic." A cold young man suddenly poured cold water.

"What does it matter to me, even if the war burns? When I enter the Lingxiao Sect, he will be able to become a cultivator one day, and in this life, I only need to ask the immortals and ask, what does the mortal world have to do with me? "A young man is very arrogant, and he is very confident that he will be able to practice.

Zhang Lin couldn't help but show a contemptuous look when he heard this.

Don't be ashamed to say that cultivation is such a simple thing?

Zhang Lin no longer paid attention to a few people, but strode straight down the mountain, and several young people looked puzzled.

"Why did this Ling Xiao Sect Senior Brother walk down the mountain with his luggage on his back?"

"It's puzzling, could it be that the Ling Xiao Sect sent him to deliver a letter to Wanjian Mountain and Zheng?"

"Oh! Is the Ling Xiao Sect finally about to start dominating the Far West? ”

"Let's go to worship the mountain, it's too late!"

A group of young people didn't think that Zhang Lin felt that he had no hope of cultivating immortals and planned to leave, they thought that now that Lingxiao Sect was in the limelight, even if it was an outer disciple, it was excellent, how could it be possible to enter Baoshan and go back?

A group of people went up the mountain, and Zhang Lin went down the mountain alone, which formed a stark contrast.

After Xiao Niansheng suppressed all the ghosts on the ancient battlefield, he returned with the sword, and he happened to see this scene when he returned.

"Hey, this son seems..."