Yan Baiyi, of course Zong Zhenren had heard of this name, he just hadn't seen him, but he was still very impressed by this Jindan first disciple of Yanmen.

Although they didn't go on the expedition together this time, he had also heard the story that happened outside Zhenbei City, and he just felt a little pity at the time, but he never thought that a real person would stand in front of him alive and join the sword vein?

"Bai Yi, hehe, although the relationship between the sword vein and Yanmen is shallow, they respect each other, how did you think of it...... Something like this will naturally stop when the time passes, and you really won't go back? Like our Sect Master, a few people who have entered the palace, have been in and out several times and still don't know whether he is a person from the sword vein or a person from Anhe, can he live differently? Thick-skinned and got through. ”

Yan Baiyi was very serious, "I'm not him, and I can't be as thick-skinned as he is, since I'm out of Yanmen, then I'll never go back." ”

Zong Zhenren was very embarrassed, this was a matter determined by the positioning of the sword vein on the various Taoist systems on the mainland; For example, Yanmen is a potential ally of the sword vein, or the relatively powerful one, there is a certain strength in the Splendid Continent, and there are not many forces that don't want to see the Daomen, and the two families of Qinmen and Yanmen who can get the grade in the continent several times are the two families of Qinmen and Yanmen, how can he not care?

If you receive Yan Baiyi today, you will plant a thorn between the sword vein and the Yan Gate, and it will be worth the loss; This little guy's status in Yanmen is not trivial, and he is the first person in Jindan except for the people of Yanshan Dao.

It is conceivable that with this thorn, those Taoists in the Southeast Daomen still don't know how to arrange it in secret.

"No! Baiyi, you stay in Dushan for a while, and when you come back, I will personally go to Yanmen to talk about it for you, how about you? ”

Yan Baiyi didn't eat hard and soft, his attitude was very gentle, but his tone was very resolute, "Senior, this is not my reckless behavior on a whim, but ten years of self-reflection, and I don't feel indebted to Yanmen, because I also pay a lot."

This is not a personal grudge, but a conflict of ideas, Yanmen's ability to make weapons is getting higher and higher, and it is no longer limited to a gossip flag, but more and more ways to choose, but I only love the only one!

You don't have to worry about what will happen to me in the future, outside the north of the town, the white clothes are clear-willed, and I have become a free body, you don't treat me as a disciple of Yanmen anymore, I am now a real loose cultivator. ”

Zong Zhenren was in a dilemma there, he knew that what Yan Baiyi said was right, but things in cultivation were so wonderful, and he could accept those people of the sect who still had Taoism in his body, but this theoretically unrestrained Yan Baiyi was full of concerns.

In the end, he still refused to give a letter, "In this way, I will discuss it with the sect again, well, the sect leader is in retreat to practice swords......"

Yan Baiyi's face darkened, "What are the seniors looking for him to do?" No, you have to look at his gloating face; You must give Bai Yi an answer now, but I saw that the straw sandals monk fought together outside the north of the city, and you don't want the whole continent to know about this news, right? ”

Zong Zhenren's eyes widened, he dared to threaten him? But others threatened him, he could suppress it on the spot, but this guy couldn't do it, thinking about it left and right, and finally thinking of the relationship between this son and the sect leader's friend, he sighed in his heart, knowing that he was afraid that he couldn't stop him.

"In this way, you can go, but the flying sword chooses the master, if the flying sword doesn't choose you, then you can't blame Uncle Shi for my ruthlessness, and don't threaten the old man with your words, otherwise I won't look for you, I'll wait for the dog!"

Yan Baiyi's face was happy, and he shook it to the ground, "Thank you seniors, you don't have to worry about the flying sword, I don't know about others, but since I'm here, then there will definitely be one of me!" ”

Watching Yan Baiyi come out of the hall proudly, Zong Zhenren was a little distracted, four people, one crown, one clothes, one waist, and one shoe, this is a full set?

They won't all stay, will they?

In the cultivation of truth, the more afraid of something, the more something comes, but these people are indeed extremely talented, and in the past, everyone was in the position of the least core true inheritance, and no Taoist would really reject such a talent.

There is also an expectation on his sad face, this is the true inner feeling of Zong Zhenren.

…… On the second day, the Heavenly Sword Altar.

The forbidden magic circle has been deployed, and nearly a thousand monks are sitting on the altar in an orderly manner, they don't need to grab a position, at that time, the sword flow is overflowing, and anyone will have a chance, looking at the relationship between the monk and the flying sword.

Among the nearly 1,000 people, there are 400 foreign monks and more than 500 sword vein disciples, which is very reasonable, no matter how much you value those foreign monks, but the sword vein disciples must be the protagonists.

Through the great victory from the sea and the transfer to the mainland, many sword cultivators have emerged in such battles, and the merits are there, and it is clear that no one can say anything.

Everything is ready, the auspicious time has arrived, with a sword roar, Zong Zhenren appeared on the Heavenly Sword Altar, looking at the countless pairs of expectant eyes in the altar, his heart is also very excited, once a year, what will the sword vein develop into in a few decades? At that time, he would probably be able to easily pull out an army of thousands of sword cultivators, and as long as he thought of this, it made people look forward to it.

"The sword is fateful, don't force yourself; This is a rare opportunity, and everyone cherishes it. ”

With a shake of his hand, more than five hundred flying swords erupted out, instantly filling the sky above the Heavenly Sword Altar; Last time, three hundred flying swords were released in the Dushan Grand Ceremony, and this time there were more, in fact, if you searched the sword mound cave and scraped your stomach, there would be more, so there was no need.

These five hundred flying swords are the most active in the Cave Heaven, and they are also flawless and flawless in all aspects; Besides, to put it carefully, these five hundred flying swords are far from being used, and the last time three hundred sword embryos were released, more than thirty were taken away, that is, the proportion of one percent.

As soon as the five hundred sword embryos came out, the sky above the entire Heavenly Sword Altar suddenly boiled to the sky, and the sword roared endlessly, rushing back and forth, and it was restless; However, the monks had known about the characteristics of the sword embryo in advance, and they were not in a hurry, so they took care of their own minds, kept their consciousness, and quietly waited for the calm of the sword embryo.

After a while, the sword embryos finally calmed down, and began to form a river of swords, slowly hovering over the monk's head, the height was so low that as long as the blade of the sword was slightly lowered, the monk below could be pierced into a sieve.

This is also a kind of test for monks, many monks will be afraid, especially those monks of the outer path, they will secretly use mana, and even pinch spells just in case, but this kind of action will exclude them in the first place.

Afraid of flying swords? Then what sword embryo do you receive? It's not that they don't understand these truths, but when the real thing comes, these monks who are always vigilant have a natural reaction, and they are out of the game.

(End of chapter)