The next morning, a drizzle of rain soaked the whole land. The little grass that was hesitating to sprout slowly poked its head out under the 'encouragement' of the drizzle.

Spring is full of people.

In front of Ye Junlin's door, there was a middle-aged man, who was very kind-faced. There is always a smile on the ordinary face, giving people an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

He is Murong Mingyu.

A mediocre cultivator, but quite popular 'suzerain candidate'.

His hand was lightly clasped on the knocker.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

A knock on the door sounded in Ye Junlin's house.

Ye Junlin opened the door, his handsome face was a little tired. In the past half a month, the cultivation of 'Sword Qi Divine Skill' has made him lack sleep. The two eye circles are like some rare animal, which is funny.

"Can I come in?" Murong Mingyu said politely.

Ye Junlin didn't say a word, but made a 'please' gesture.

Murong Mingyu smiled and strode in.

Not far away, an old man looked nervously at what was happening in front of the hut, his face puzzled.

"I heard that you were attacked by 'Luoyi', are you okay?" Murong Mingyu said with a little embarrassment.

"It's fine. Ye Junlin's face was still as cold as frost.

Murong Mingyu was quite self-aware, and when he saw that Ye Junlin didn't treat him very well, he was no longer polite. The space ring on his finger shimmered, and a white cover and a brown cover appeared on his hand.

"Ye Xiaoyou let go of my brother that day, and I remember this love in my heart. Murong Mingyu slowed down and said, "This is the Yellow Rank Upper Grade Mystery Technique 'Purple Mist Body Technique' and the Yellow Rank Middle-grade Mystery Technique 'Golden Dragon Shield Technique'. According to the agreement, it was specially sent to Ye Xiaoyou. ”

Ye Junlin didn't squirm in the slightest, and reached out to take it.

"Do the Fifth Elder know that King's Landing is now the biggest stumbling block for you to ascend to the 'Sect Master's Throne'?" Ye Junlin asked tentatively.

"Although Ming Yu is sluggish, these major events are still clearly distinguished, in all fairness, I know that my disciple 'Yang Gongcheng' is definitely not your opponent. Murong Mingyu said, looking quite cramped.

"Then you still sent me this mysterious technique?" Ye Junlin was extremely puzzled.

"If a man has no faith, he will not stand. Since he promised Xiaoyou that day, Murong Mingyu will fulfill his promise. Murong Mingyu let out a long sigh and continued: "Besides, 'life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky', if Mingyu sits on the position of the sect master, he will work hard to strengthen the 'Purple Cloud Sect', and if he can't sit down, he will also do his best for the 'Purple Cloud Sea'." ”

Murong Mingyu said it extremely sincerely, and he couldn't see any falsehood.

Ye Junlin looked at the middle-aged man in front of him in great surprise, and a soft part of his heart was gently touched

It's January again.

The calendar of time has been flipped to the days of spring and April.

In this month's time, Ye Junlin only did two things: first, to cultivate the mystical technique, and second, to understand Murong Mingyu's personality.

I don't know if I don't ask, I'm shocked when I ask.

At this time, Ye Junlin was very, extremely, specially, very much wanted to spit out: This Murong Mingyu is really a very 'good person'.

In the sea of purple clouds, from the elders of the inner gate to the miscellaneous servants, when they talked about 'Murong Mingyu', they would stop and praise: "Good man!"

Even his competitor Guan Ping sighed: "Everything is good, but the cultivation is a little worse." ”

The peach and plum do not speak, and the next is its own.

A certain decision in Ye Junlin's heart was a little firmer

April 5th was a very important day for the Purple Cloud Sect.

Because on this day, the last link in the selection of the new sect master will be carried out - the personal disciple competition.

Early in the morning, the 'Donglai Square' was already crowded with people.

The disciples of the Four Great Outer Halls sat in the stands around them with great anticipation, their eyes full of anxiety and nervousness, as if they were the ones who were going to participate in the competition.

The disciples of the 'Xiyue Hall' were particularly excited compared to the other halls, because one of the 'Five Great Disciples' was from their 'Xiyue Hall'.

Compared to the excitement of the disciples, Ximen Yue'er, the hall master of the 'Xiyue Hall', seemed very calm, or his face was still full of resentment.

This Ye Junlin entered his 'Xiyue Hall', first offended Guan Qiang, and then became Guan Ping's disciple. During this period, she disappeared for a while, which made Ximen Yue'er quite depressed.

Ye Junlin is the person he wants to 'spoil', it seems that he will not have a chance in the future. It's like a plate of fragrant beef placed in front of him, but he just can't eat it.

"Hey—" Ximen Yue'er sighed.

Three poles on the sun.

The outer disciples in the stands were already waiting impatiently, and those big names were late.

The first to enter people's eyes were Murong Yelun and several Supreme Elders, they were all from the older generation, and they had no interest in the competition between these 'young people' for a long time.

Except, of course, for the Murong Night Wheel.

They sat on the second floor of the 'Donglai Hall' and looked down on the entire arena.

Not long after, Murong Mingcheng and Murong Mingyu also came to the martial arts arena with their own 'personal disciples'.

Murong Mingcheng's personal disciple was a girl dressed in a pale pink martial robe, with willow eyebrows and bright eyes and bright teeth, which attracted the attention of most male disciples for a while.

"That's Senior Sister 'Song Miaoyu', she really deserves to be the 'No. 1 Beauty in the Sea of Purple Clouds'. ”

"That's right, Senior Sister Miaoyu is so beautiful. ”

The disciples in the stands began to talk one after another

Under Song Miaoyu's aura of beauty, Murong Mingyu's disciple was about to be overshadowed, it was a burly young man with dark skin and a sincere smile on his face.

This teenager's name is: Yang Gongcheng. It was he who kindly reminded Ye Junlin at the beginning.

Luo Yi followed with his own disciples. It was a handsome young man: a smooth and fair face, with an angular cold hand, and dark and deep eyes, glowing with a charming color. The only fly in the ointment is that the young man's handsome face has an evil spirit.

An indescribable evil spirit.

The girls in the stands, the moment they saw the boy, immediately screamed one by one, and their originally dark eyes seemed to have turned into the shape of peach-colored hearts.

"Senior Brother Gao, Senior Brother Gao" The girls exclaimed.

This handsome young man, named 'Gao Changgu', is the highest cultivation among the five personal disciples, and he has already stepped into the 'Xuanshi Realm' with half a foot.

Ye Junlin and Guan Ping's fourth group appeared, and Guan Ping's face was filled with endless smiles, as if the throne of the 'sect master' had been taken into his pocket.

The moment Luo Yi saw Ye Junlin, the endless killing intent in his eyes immediately emanated.

Seeing the situation, Ye Junlin's eyes were like a sharp sword, and he immediately greeted him, not afraid at all. This month and a half has made him a qualitative leap, and if he fights again, it is difficult to say who will win and who will lose.

"Master, I will defeat him. Gao Changgu said.

"Hmm. Luo Yi responded, his face softened slightly.

Ye Junlin looked around, but only found the figures of four 'personal disciples', and he couldn't help but wonder in his heart.

"Uh-"

At this moment, a long roar of an eagle suddenly came from the sky, and then, two figures, an old man and a young man, jumped down from the sky