At the beginning of the golden crow, everything is revived, and the glorious sun shines brightly. Song Yuan sat alone on the bluestone column, as if his body was becoming more and more high-spirited with the bright Dasheng, and it was unpredictable.

"Good understanding! Good foundation!" Lin Li couldn't help but praise in his heart.

Putting aside the position and prejudice, this Biluo Sword Sect is really arrogant! First of all, there is a Cheng Xiaoxian, who dominates the world and is the best in group cultivation, and now Song Yuan is not far behind, no wonder Cheng Xiaoxian respects him. And Biluo is even more powerful and prosperous after this person is in charge, such scheming methods, talent and understanding, Lin Like has to admire.

"In a hundred years, there will be no more supreme grandmasters in the world. Lin Li could think to himself.

A hundred years is not a long time for the monk to return Dan, if not a flick of a finger, it is fleeting.

Originally, Song Yuan had been in the position of head for a long time, and he was riddled with miscellaneous things, so he might not be able to take this step. But its accumulation is very deep, and it is just when the fortune of heaven is added, preaching widely, increasing several times, and the probability of breakthrough has increased greatly!

If it is really a Seventh Sect Master, the front and back are two tops, and the Biluo Sword Sect's already extremely sharp power is afraid that it will be even more unstoppable! Thinking about this, Rao is Lin Li can cultivate his mind like this, and he can't help but be a little worried......

It could be seen that Lin Li was not the only one who could make another breakthrough in Song Yuan, so his worries also lingered in the hearts of several other supreme grandmasters. It's just clear that there is no measure at this time, the fortune of heaven is inviolable, and Cheng Xiaoxian is guarding it, and I am afraid that no one in the world can stop its breakthrough.

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Song Yuan closed his eyes and pondered, although he had finished talking about his own feelings, he had not yet cleared his mind, but carefully realized what he had gained in the past two days, so he did not notice the changes in his body, let alone have time to think about the worries of others in the future. However, at this time, no one bothered him, and some of the Grandmaster Huandan also realized some mysteries from his preaching, and they all gained more or less, so they thought slowly and remained silent.

For a while, there was a lot of silence in the field, and only after those monks who practiced Qi and built a foundation realm woke up from their perceptions one by one, Song Yuan was clear. Instantly, I felt that my thoughts were clear, and I was very happy, and I smiled unconsciously: "This is the result of poor Taoist cultivation, please taste it!"

At this time, the group of cultivators stood up and bowed three times: "Xie Zhenren Miaofa! Xie Zhenren Miaofa!!Xie Zhenren Miaofa!!" The layers were endless, and the sound shook the sky.

Song Yuan nodded with a smile, and at this moment, another stone pillar on his side quickly formed, and the two formed horns with each other. There was a person standing above, with white hair and eyebrows, it was Han Fei: "Poor and polite." ”

Song Yuan also got up and returned the salute: "I've seen a fellow Daoist." ”

Han Fei was also not polite: "Dare to ask Daoyou, what is the point of cultivation." ”

Song Yuan pondered for a moment, "I can cultivate the true law, know the five elements, observe the heavens, peep into the avenue, have a good time, and ask for longevity!"

When Han Fei heard this, he couldn't help but nod.

The monks below were confused, and did not know what the two of them were asking and answering.

Han Fei saw their expressions, and didn't pay attention to them, and gave another salute to Song Yuan, and then sat down, and Song Yuan also sat down on the side.

Han Feiyan said: "The practice of the poor road is complicated, and I will talk about many feelings, which can help clarify the soul and break down the barriers. ”

Han Fei's income is very different from the orthodox faction, he is open-minded and cheerful, and he has great prestige during his casual cultivation. However, his teacher inherited the mystical teachings and demanded extremely high natural understanding, so for most monks, listening to his sermons and expositions was quite obscure.

With the burst of wonderful sounds, the audience instantly presented two extremes, which were very different from when Song Yuan preached. Those who have obtained the Dharma are like fairy sounds in their ears, like warm light on their faces, and those who do not have the Dharma are drowsy and unable to control themselves.

Seeing the performance of everyone in the audience, Han Fei is not unusual, and they all rely on fate.

Tang Yi, who saw all these scenes, couldn't help but laugh, this Han Fei was also a wonderful person, completely casual, regardless of whether everyone understood it or not.

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Han Fei came to his senses one by one, although he did not present a vision, the surrounding aura fluctuated, constantly instilling everyone's minds, what he said seemed to be completely unorganized, and he directly skipped what he thought was unimportant or too simple. Ideas are new, tossing and jumping, and fewer and fewer people can keep up with the rhythm.

These remarks are not only diametrically opposed to Song Yuan's stripping away the cocoon, but also have various differences in content. Those who can't feel it don't feel it, but some people with extraordinary talent can still get something, but they are immersed in it, and when they think about what they have just realized, they are even more conflicted, and their minds are suddenly turbulent, and they can't help themselves.

At this moment, the Venus in the soul flickered faintly, and the thoughts returned to clarity.

At this time, after thinking about it carefully, although the words of the two families are different, they seem to have something in common. It's just that this feeling is like seeing flowers in the fog, as blurred as a thin veil, and my heart is like a feather flickering, and I can't help but continue to fall into contemplation.

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Song Yuan naturally knew that Han Fei was extraordinary, but he didn't expect his talent to be so wonderful, just under the tube, he could also guess that his cultivation was extraordinary. It's a pity that the requirements for understanding are too high, too extreme, and not so broad and suitable for the world, no wonder they can't start a sect.

Song Yuan, as the head of the house, couldn't get out of the Tao in the past, and Cheng Xiaoxian didn't come out of it, and he didn't care about the sword. And Han Fei is not like Song Yuan's first preaching, the lecture has reached a wonderful point, and only a few hundred monks in the audience can still keep up with the train of thought.

Han Fei has a lot of experience, and with the discussion of his feelings one by one, he also has many different realizations. This kind of opportunity to sort out what he has learned is naturally not much, he must be cautious, and although he seems to be casual, he is not ignorant of the importance.

Whenever it is said casually, it is actually thoughtful, so as to be subtle and correct, Han Fei's style has always been like this, it seems that the preface does not match the afterword, but after careful consideration, there is a context to be found, this talk is also two days.