When Lin Yun returned to the bedroom of Yuzhou Martial Mansion, Lin Ying, who had practiced all night, was lying on the bed exhausted and sweating at this time.

Seeing Lin Yun who had returned, she was instantly full of energy, immediately bounced up from the bed, and said to Lin Yun playfully: "Brother Yun, you haven't had breakfast yet, have you?" Sakura will make you porridge right away. ”

Lin Yun put the two brocade boxes on the ground and said to Lin Ying gently: "You were also tired from practicing the Nine Yin Cold Sutra all night last night. Hurry up and get some rest, leave me alone. ”

Lin Ying shook her head stubbornly, stuck out her tongue at Lin Yun, and ignored Lin Yun's persuasion to boil porridge by herself.

Lin Yun also knew Lin Ying's character, so he didn't persuade him any more, and immediately sat down to arrange the magic circle.

"By the way, Brother Yun, the deacon came to inform him just now, saying that the Martial Mansion is going to gather new disciples and announce some things in the lecture hall, so that all the new disciples must arrive at noon today." Lin Ying seemed to remember something, and said to Lin Yun while boiling porridge.

"Really? I know. ”

At the same time as Lin Yun replied, the magic circle had been arranged.

Lin Yun immediately activated it and used the magic circle to refine the soul baby grass into essence.

After the essence was refined, Lin Yun drank it all, and then meditated cross-legged and began to run the "Immortal Divine Body" and perform the second purification.

Because the amount of Soul Infant Grass essence this time was too large, Lin Yun couldn't completely absorb it in a short period of time, so he could only seal the energy of the essence in his body, go to the lecture hall to gather first, and then slowly refine it when he was free.

At noon, Lin Yun had sealed all the energy of the Soul Infant Grass Essence.

He let out a breath of heat from his mouth and got up from the ground.

When I turned my head to look, I saw a bowl of hot eight-treasure porridge on the counter next to me.

On the bed on the side, Lin Ying was immersed in a sweet sleep.

The red futon slipped slightly, not completely covering her delicate body, revealing her snow-white smooth shoulders.

The sun shone on her smooth shoulders, making her already fair and delicate skin even more crystal clear, like a sleeping beauty that was suffocatingly beautiful.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Lin Yun suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

It was a pampering of the girl in front of him.

It's like an older brother's love for his sister, but it's not exactly like that. There is also a special affection that goes beyond the love of brother and sister.

Lin Yun knew that this emotion was not his own, but the original owner of this body.

Lin Yun inherited the memories of the original owner, and also inherited his emotions by the way.

Lin Yun didn't think much about it, he quietly walked to the bed, stretched out his hand to pull up the red futon, and quietly covered it for Lin Ying, then picked up the eight-treasure porridge and drank it, and left the bedroom lightly.

Walking through the long corridor, Lin Yun walked all the way west and walked quickly to the lecture hall.

When Lin Yun arrived at the Gathering Lecture Hall, there were already many disciples sitting in the Gathering Lecture Hall, but the elders and deacons of the Martial Mansion had not yet arrived.

Lin Yun made a rough estimate that there were nearly a hundred disciples present.

Almost all of these disciples are second-level warrior realms, and they are obviously all new disciples who have only been in the martial arts mansion for a long time, and the most senior ones are only one or two years old.

Lin Yun walked into the lecture hall and sat down casually.

Among the many disciples on the scene, Lin Yun seemed very inconspicuous, and almost no one noticed him.

But there was a teenager who kept his eyes on him.

"Lin Yun, it's really you."

Hearing someone call his name, Lin Yun turned his head to follow the prestige and saw a young man with clear eyebrows.

This young man is seventeen or eighteen years old, he looks polite and polite, and he looks like a weak scholar, it is difficult to make people think that he is a martial artist of the second-level warrior realm.

Lin Yun was no stranger to the young man in front of him, because he was the son of Mu Qingyun, the lord of Qingyun City, Mu Yang Dog.

Mu Yangdog was the runner-up in the last martial arts assessment of Qingyun City, and was recruited into Yuzhou Wufu together with Liu Tianliang, and his ranking has not been much different from Liu Tianliang.

Although Mu Yangdog is the son of the city lord of Qingyun, his personality is not the slightest bit arrogant, but very cowardly, not like the son of the city lord at all.

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After entering the Yuzhou Martial Mansion, he was even more cautious, tolerated everywhere, and never dared to cause trouble.

Because he knew very well that he was a top-ranked genius in Qingyun City, and in the Yuzhou Martial Mansion where the geniuses gathered, he was just an ordinary disciple.

Seeing the fellow villagers of Qingyun City, Mu Yangyu was a little excited: "I just heard a few days ago that you won the martial arts championship of Qingyun City, I thought that you would get started after a while, but I didn't expect to get started so soon."

Because Lin Yun has won the martial arts championship for a few days, Mu Yang Dog subjectively thinks that Lin Yun has already come to Yuzhou Wufu and has been trying to pass the entry assessment for the past few days.

"It took me a whole month to pass that entrance exam. I didn't expect you to pass that entry exam in just a few days. ”

As he spoke, Mu Yang Dog couldn't help but cast an admiring look at Lin Yun.

In Muyang's opinion, it is really remarkable to be able to pass the entry assessment in a few days.

But Mu Yang Dog didn't know that Lin Yun had been in Qingyun City a few days ago, and he didn't arrive at Yuzhou Wufu until the day before yesterday.

And on the day he arrived at Yuzhou Wufu, Lin Yun directly passed the assessment. The actual assessment took only two seconds.

Lin Yun didn't bother to explain these things, he just let out a coping "oh" and didn't speak again.

Mu Yang Dog wanted to say something, but at this moment, the lecture hall suddenly fell silent.

"The Elder is here."

Lin Yun followed the sound and looked over, only to see a white-haired old man walking into the lecture hall with several young men.

The white-haired old man was dressed in a white robe and held a thick book in one hand. Although he is over seventy years old, he seems to be energetic, and he always releases a powerful aura on his body.

And his realm has reached the peak of a third-level martial artist, which is higher than Lu Yi's cultivation, and he obviously has a very high status among the elders of the outer sect.

And several young people are all in their thirties, ninth-level warriors in the realm, and they are obviously all deacons.

"My name is Chen Sihan, and I am the elder of the outer gate of the Martial Mansion." The white-haired old man first introduced himself, and then announced some important things to the disciples present.

The things he announced were all related to the adjustment of resource allocation.

Because the number of disciples of the Martial Mansion is increasing, the cultivation resources are becoming more and more scarce, so the resources have been adjusted.

And the distribution of cultivation resources is no longer like before, so the outer disciples are treated equally.

Today's resource distribution is based entirely on rankings.

The higher the ranking, the more resources are allocated.

And the disciples at the bottom of the ranking will be allocated fewer resources.

If you want to allocate more resources, the disciples will have to cultivate harder and achieve a higher ranking in the ranking battle at the end of the month.