"This Huang Yi Dao Elder is just a disciple of the fifth generation of the Lingyun Sect, he is young, not much older than me, and he can volley the weapon. It's not when Cher will be able to achieve such an achievement-"

Huang Yi in front of him immediately raised the corners of his lips, revealing a little smugness. But Zong Shou couldn't help but snort, a little crying and laughing.

Seeing the first snow, I looked at it in confusion. It just so happened that the face of the 'Huang Yi Dao Chief' in front of him also made him extremely uncomfortable. Zong Shou simply explained in a whisper.

"Xue'er, you are rare and strange, what kind of imperial weapon volley? It's just that this magic weapon is a little extraordinary!"

As soon as he stepped on his feet, a force was discharged, blowing away all the surrounding clouds, and sure enough, he saw that there were dense runes drawn below.

Chu Xue only glanced at it, and he had already realized that this spirit array was indeed from the master's hand. And it seems to have eliminated all the functions and can only be used for flying. Moreover, it is extremely inflexible, and it seems that it can only go up and down and in a small area.

Such a magic weapon that is almost useless, not to mention a powerhouse at the level of the imperial weapon, can be controlled by a small psychic-level spiritual cultivator.

His face turned red, and then Hatsuyuki also sneered. Huang Yi in front was also slightly embarrassed. However, this person's face has obviously reached a certain level, and in a blink of an eye, he returned to normal, and only glanced at Zong Shou in surprise.

Zong Shou originally wanted to stab a few more words, but then he thought about what he was talking about with this junior of the Yunling Sect?

The spiritual master practice is divided into nine realms. And these nine realms can be roughly divided into three stages, corresponding to the three rounds of heaven, earth and man of the martial arts.

The three realms of concentration, contemplation, and soul cultivation are the psychic period. You can use and craft talismans, as well as some very powerful Dao methods.

Out of the body, night travel, and returning to the sun, the three realms are the imperial weapon period in the early snow language, which can be controlled and made magic weapons. If it is in the period of spiritual energy downturn, this imperial weapon level is basically the top level of spiritual cultivation.

The last three realms of travel, body shaping, and true form are the period of spiritual control. You can control the spirit of the four directions at will, and you can perform the Tao without the cooperation of mantras and mudras. Every gesture has great power.

And in his previous life, these Lingyun Sect disciples liked to use this special magic weapon to pretend to be an imperial weapon monk to fill the façade.

However, as the truth spreads among players, it can only be used to scare newcomers and those system characters.

At a height of about 10,000 zhang, Huang Yi unfolded his handprint again, and spit out the word 'citation' in his mouth. The 'cloud' fell forward.

The terrain here is extremely flat, it is a platform protruding from the mountainside, there is enough space of 10,000 zhang, and in front of it, there is a huge Taoist palace.

Outside the gate of the Dao Palace, there were dozens of Daoist people standing. There was also a group of children, lined up in a neat row, all with solemn expressions.

Huang Yi descended in front of the palace gate, and immediately said to an old Taoist in silver clothes: "Uncle Lin, the Demon King of Qiantian Mountain is not the same, and he wants to order his son to worship under my sect." With Lingyun Zhu Ling here, the disciples don't dare to stop it!"

The old man's eyes were half-open and half-closed, and he didn't slant until Huang Yi finished speaking. Yin Yang also knew the opportunity to hold up the token. The former's eyes flashed, then he bowed his head slightly, and directly flicked his sleeves and said, "I know, go directly to the first seat." However, the old man of Lingweizi is not in Yue Ling Pavilion now. I guess I went to the Soul Cultivation Palace—"

Huang Yi bowed deeply again, and then walked towards the door. Zong Shou followed slowly, but he had just stepped into the door. Among the children, a cold snort came out: "The Qiantian Mountain Sect, isn't it great? The most unaccustomed thing is this kind of person who is completely protected by his predecessors!"

Zong Shou blinked and looked into the crowd. This look immediately made him feel a little cold.

In addition to the annual opening election, the Lingyun Sect also has special personnel to look for talents in the cloud world. Select the best talents and beautiful jade, bring them directly into the mountains, and become inner disciples.

These teenagers, who were no more than fourteen years old, should be the geniuses that the Lingyun Sect had collected from all over the world.

I didn't pay much attention to it before, but when I looked closely at the moment, I immediately found more than a dozen people who were known as the Earthquake Cloud Realm. Three or five of them have fought with him as NPCs in the God Emperor game after 10,000 years. Of course, it is only the developer who refers to the classical records and uses the computer to create a virtual character, not himself. And the eyes that came over were all slightly contemptuous.

But the person who made the sarcasm just now didn't see it.

And the surrounding Taoists also smiled, but they just didn't hear it and ignored it. Huang Yi did the same, and went straight forward. Only Su Chuxue was a little indignant.

Zong Shou smiled dumbly, the style of the disciples of the Lingyun Sect has always been like this, looking down on the weak, and the strong are supreme. Claiming to be a high gate, for all those who are east of the clouds and land, they all look down on it. The competitive atmosphere within the sect is also extremely strong. In his previous life, this was the point that Lingyun Sect looked down on the most.

In this life, it is even more unpleasant to change it to him.

The palace gate is a huge school field, which occupies almost half of the area of this palace.

When the four of them crossed directly, Zong Shou deliberately looked at the stone platform built behind the gate of the Dao Palace on the left and right sides. He has also seen these two places countless times, and he is extremely familiar with them.

Legend has it that on the left side of this place is the Celestial Rune Table, on which there is no one to draw. On the right is the Ming Sword Terrace, and on the platform is a sword array that no one can break.

At least until the time of the God Emperor, it was indeed as rumored. Even those who are strong in the heavens have nothing to do. The martial cultivators who once made the entire eastern Yunlu feel ashamed.

It can be vaguely seen that on the left platform, there are twelve stone tablets, standing tall. On the right, there are eighteen puppets, silent.

The corners of Zong Shou's lips were coldly raised, and he retracted his gaze without hesitation.

Passing through this school field, there is an antique palace building in front, with vermilion cloud paint and golden glazed tiles, which looks extremely luxurious.

But just when the four of them stepped into the second hall, a middle-aged man who was also wearing a silver-white robe stepped out of the door.

Seeing the four people, this person's eyes first flashed slightly, and then his face sank slightly, and he said to Huang Yi on the side: "Where did these three people come from?

Huang Yi didn't notice any difference, and directly copied the previous answer: "The disciple has seen Uncle Liang Miaozi, and these three people are guests from Qiantian Mountain. The demon king sect of Qiantian Mountain wants to order his son to worship under my sect. There is Lingyun Zhu Ling, so the disciples led them in!"

"The Demon King of Qiantian Mountain, but what about Zong Weiran, who has recently been rumored to have died?"

That Liang Miaozi directly took it with his big hand, and suddenly a blue light shot at the Lingyun Zhu Ling in Yin Yang's hand, so that Yin Yang couldn't hold it and let it fly away. Liang Miaozi held the token in his hand, only glanced at it lightly, and then sneered: "It turned out to be a gift from my Senior Brother Yun." It's really generous. But just with this order, I want to worship under my Lingyun Sect, can't I, Liang Miaozi, take charge of the Yingdong Palace, if I really let a waste of a two-veined body worship the door wall, how can I be embarrassed?"

Hearing the last few words, Yin Yang knew that it was not good, and his face was instantly ugly. Su Chuxue was panicked for a while, raised her head and looked at Liang Miaozi blankly.

That Huang Yi was also slightly stunned, and hesitated a little: "Senior uncle, is this a little inappropriate? Lingyun Zhu Ling is a rule set by the ancestor ten thousand years ago. This is a high-grade gold order, it is said that in any case, as long as the requirements are not too excessive, it must be answered. It's just to let one person worship my sect, which has a precedent to follow before-"