After settling the three apprentices, Lin Feng shook the black cloud flag by himself and flew in the direction of Hengyue Mountain.

From a distance, I saw a thousand-legged centipede about 100 meters long in the sky, this centipede was pitch black, and there were bursts of thunder between the flights of black clouds, hovering over Hengyue Mountain, faintly showing off.

Then I saw that on the main peak of Hengyue Mountain, a purple sword light rose into the sky, turning into a dragon-shaped light and shadow in the air, and roared towards the centipede.

Only then did the centipede restrain its arrogance, carrying a group of Hanging Dao Sect monks on its back, and landed on Hengyue Mountain.

Most of the people of the Hengyue faction were attracted by centipedes, and Lin Feng easily touched the mountain again.

The leader of the Hanging Dao Sect was a white-bearded old man, who was in the middle stage of foundation building, full of affinity, and burst into laughter: "Fellow Daoist, you Hengyue have produced a lot of potential seedlings this time." ”

Hengyue sent the Yuan Infant Ancestor to the Void Battlefield for hundreds of years without information, and the Jindan Patriarch in the gate was in retreat, and the current head of the Hengyue Sect was a middle-aged monk in the late stage of foundation building.

For the praise of the white-bearded old man, the head of the Hengyue faction was polite again and again, and the atmosphere between the two sides was extremely harmonious.

Lin Feng secretly sneered, he knew that such a harmonious and friendly atmosphere would not last long.

The Hanging Dao Sect was a guest from afar, and was arranged to rest in the guest room first, and three days later, the disciple exchange competition between the two factions officially began.

The disciples who participated in the competition were basically at the level of the Qi cultivation period, and since Lin Feng came to this world, the Dao magic powers he came into contact with were all relatively high-level, so now the spells and martial arts used in the battle between the disciples of the two factions made Lin Feng not interested.

Half of his attention was spent hiding his whereabouts, and the other half was on Wang Lin.

At this time, Wang Lin had only been a few days old, and he was only a registered disciple, no one taught him the Tao at all, and all he did on the mountain was the work of miscellaneous servants.

But Lin Feng actually faintly felt a trace of aura fluctuations on Wang Lin's body, although it was extremely weak, and it was still far from the first level of qi training, but Wang Lin's body was indeed a sign that he had begun to induce qi into his body.

Lin Feng was surprised in his heart: "Wang Lin's potential is indeed amazing, but after all, the root bones are poor, even lower than the average average, he belongs to the type that rises in the later stage, shouldn't he improve so quickly when he first starts practicing?"

Wang Lin followed behind a middle-aged monk in a formal manner at the moment, seriously watching the fighting competition that had begun in the ring, and his figure was inconspicuous in the middle of the crowd.

Lin Feng's gaze shifted to the middle-aged monk in front of Wang Lin: "You actually worshipped the master? That's this person who taught him the Dao, but it shouldn't be so fast." "This middle-aged monk himself is only at the level of the eighth layer of Qi cultivation, and when a person reaches this realm in middle age, he basically has no potential to tap, and he can successfully build a foundation in this life.

"It seems that this Wang Lin really got some kind of adventure, it's not a strange artifact, a super Dao method, just an old grandfather. Lin Feng's face was gloomy, he was not only taken by the Hengyue faction this time, but even the position of the old man was snatched away.

Lin Feng calculated in his heart that if his expectations were not bad, most of the Hanging Dao Sect with the support of Pu Beizi would rob the mountain gate of the Hengyue faction, and the prestige of the Hengyue faction would inevitably be greatly reduced, and the cohesion of the sect would inevitably be reduced.

Wang Lin, who was not taken seriously in the first place, and now has an adventure on his own, may break away from the Hengyue faction because of this.

Coupled with the fact that he looks so inconspicuous now, most of the people in Pu Beizi and the Hanging Dao Sect will not take a fancy to him.

Lin Feng's most important competitor is the old man who came out of nowhere.

"I don't know how much strength that old ghost has left?" Lin Feng let out a long breath, he had already made up his mind.

Fight grandpa, rob Wang Lin!

This apprentice is going to be decided.

At this time, the competition between the disciples of the two factions had also become white-hot, and a disciple of the Hengyue faction had the upper hand, forcing the disciple of the Hanging Dao Sect to sacrifice a magic weapon in the shape of yellow paper to resist.

Two white rays of light flew out of the sleeves of the Hengyue Sect disciples, and they spun around quickly in mid-air, striking at the opponent with lightning speed.

The disciple of the Hanging Dao Sect laughed miserably, all his energy was on resisting the opponent's previous attack, and he had no strength left to block this second wave of attacks.

At this moment, in the crowd of Hanging Dao Sect disciples in the field, someone suddenly let out a cold snort, and then a beam of black light rushed out, directly intercepting two white lights in mid-air, and with a twist, the white light was shattered.

A group of Hengyue sect disciples shouted angrily, and the disciples of the Hanging Dao Sect who made a sneer jumped into the ring, looked at the disciples of the Hengyue Sect in the audience, and said arrogantly: "You Hengyue Sect Qi cultivation period disciples go up together, I alone is enough!"

The faces of the elders of the Hengyue Sect who were watching the battle also sank, and they looked at the white-bearded old man who was the leader of the Hanging Dao Sect together.

The old man stroked his beard, coughed dryly and said, "This time, let's win or lose alone, if any of your Hengyue faction disciples can hold on to ten seconds of undefeated, even if your Hengyue faction wins!"

He paused for a moment before smiling and said: "There is something to take this opportunity to explain, if I win the competition today, in addition to the previous lottery heads, I have to add a little more, this Hengyue Mountain needs to borrow my Hanging Dao Sect for five hundred years!"

When Lin Feng heard what he said, he laughed silently: "Here, here, here!"

The faces of all the Hengyue Sect monks changed slightly, and the head of the Hengyue Sect squinted: "Fellow Daoist, are you joking?"

The white-bearded old man smiled without answering, turned to the arrogant Hanging Dao Sect disciple in the ring and said, "Untie the talisman." ”

Hearing this, this person opened the placket of his clothes, revealing a piece of rune paper, took off the rune paper, and suddenly exerted his strength wildly, showing the strength of the Great Perfection of the Qi Training Period.

But what was even more eye-catching was the rune paper, and when the monks of the Hengyue Sect saw it, they all looked shocked.

The white-bearded old man said lightly: "Fellow Daoist, you have also seen this paper talisman, the power on the ground cannot be made by the non-Yuan Infant Ancestor, to tell the truth, my Suspension Dao Sect Pu Beizi Ancestor has returned from the Void Battlefield...... He brought back the news, you Hengyue Sect two ancestors, all fell. ”

"My Hanging Dao Sect is looking at the past friendships, so I didn't take advantage of it, but left a favor for the Hengyue faction. In this competition, if the Hengyue faction wins, then this matter will be over, my words have already arrived, Huanglong Daoyou, continue to compete!"

Facts have proved that the strongest Qi Cultivation Stage disciple of the Hengyue Sect at the moment is only ten levels of Qi cultivation at the moment, and a few people tied together are not the opponent of the Hanging Dao Sect disciple who has cultivated Qi Great Perfection.

Lin Feng smiled very unscrupulously, and he vaguely thought that if it weren't for his Nine Turns Flame Soul Pill to help Park Beizi heal his injuries in advance, this competition and exchange might not have been carried out so early.

If it is not carried out in advance, this exchange competition is likely to become the first battle of the novice village where Wang Lin's children rise on the legendary road.

At the juncture when the other party was arrogant and domineering, he went up and slapped the opponent down, which shocked the audience, and then embarked on his own broad road.

Tsk, what a perfect script?

But now that the competition is being conducted in advance, Wang Lin has just introduced qi into the body, and he has not even reached the first level of qi training, how can he be domineering and leak and turn the tide?

Sure enough, in this exchange competition, the Hengyue faction lost without any suspense, and the Hengyue disciples watched each other walk away with bitterness and grief in their hearts.

The news about the fall of the Yuan Infant Ancestor weighed on everyone's hearts like a boulder.

Wang Lin mixed in with the crowd, looking angry and lost, but there was nothing he could do.

His gaze was extremely complicated, and he subconsciously touched his arms, and the thirst for strength in his heart became stronger and stronger.

With the hope of what happened, the Hengyue faction did not move, but what they waited for was despair.

Five days later, rolling black clouds enveloped the top of Hengyue Mountain, and a rolling thunderous sound resounded in the sky.

"Old man Pu Beizi, the juniors of the Hengyue faction will come out to the old man!"