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The bluestone hall in front of me is made of six or seven feet long stones, and there is no polishing and decoration on the outside, but the original color of the stone, the stone is covered with green moss, and the green is black.

Even the gate is also made of stone, and there are no stone carvings such as lions on either side of the gate, just a bare gate, and nothing else.

Yang Yi walked towards the gate.

With every step he took, the door in front of him opened a little bit, Yang Yi's body stopped, and the opening of the door also stopped.

Yang Yi smiled dumbly, his body suddenly accelerated, and he had arrived at the gate in an instant.

And the door in front of him also opened extremely quickly, and by the time Yang Yi stepped into the threshold, the bluestone gate had already opened to the maximum.

The opening of this door and Yang Yi's pace are really like a knot, not a little faster, not a little slow, and the artistic conception is mysterious and mysterious.

"Sure enough, it's a master!"

Ever since Yang Yi stepped up the mountain, a strange feeling rose from his heart, and the closer he got to the main hall, the stronger this feeling became.

By the time he reached the door of the hall, the feeling reached its peak.

The hall is empty, and in the center is a wooden statue of Daozu, there is an incense burner in front of the wooden statue, and a young man in white is bowing down to the incense burner.

Even if he only turned his back to Yang Yi, he still couldn't hide this person's peerless demeanor, he was tall, with slender legs, standing in the hall, naturally becoming the center of the entire hall, so that as soon as people entered the hall, their eyes were involuntarily attracted to him.

He has a more presence than the Dao Ancestor enshrined in the main hall.

Yang Yi walked towards this person, every time he took a step, this person would take out a burning incense and insert it into the incense ash in the incense burner, and when Yang Yi landed on the soles of his feet, the burning incense in this person's hand would be inserted in the incense ash just right, not faster, not slower.

Yang Yi paused suddenly, one foot in the air and did not land.

The hand of the young man in white holding the incense also stopped in mid-air and did not fall.

Yang Yi's footsteps began to slow down, and the movements of the young man in white also became slow.

The two of them want to have the same mind, sense each other, follow each other, and the rhythm is always the same.

But at this moment, the young man in white is actively sensing Yang Yi's actions and changing with them, not passively pandering, active and passive, that is, the winner and the loser, not so much that he changes with Yang Yi's changes, but that Yang Yi can't get rid of his coordinated rhythm at all.

Since Yang Yi went up the mountain, all the rhythms are in the hands of the young man in white, it seems that every action of Yang Yi has not been completed, and the next step has been understood by this person, and all the changes seem to be in his grasp.

Yang Yi seems to have entered an invisible giant net, and he can't hide from the owner of this giant net with any subtle movements, if he wants to get out of the control of the master of this huge net, he must first break this huge net, and the huge net in front of him is now this strange rhythm and rhythm between Yang Yi and the man in white.

After lifting his foot again, Yang Yi's soles suddenly fell an inch to the ground in the air, and then stopped in mid-air, and after stopping for a while, the soles of his feet continued to fall, but this time they fell two inches suddenly, followed by three inches.

The rhythm is still not broken.

The man in white with his back to Yang Yi did not have any sense of hecticism in his hand, although Yang Yi's feet changed subtlely and mysteriously, but the incense in the hand of the man in white did not lag behind Yang Yi by any point, Yang Yi's soles fell an inch, and the incense in the hands of the man in white fell an inch, without the slightest deviation.

Yang Yi raised his foot again, and then quickly landed, and when the soles of his feet were still inches from the ground, his footsteps suddenly stopped.

From the rapid fall, it suddenly became still, moving and quiet, ordinary people could not predict it at all, but the incense in the hand of the man in white moved without delay.

After Yang Yi's feet fell to the ground, his incense stick was inserted, and when Yang Yi raised another foot, the man in white took out another incense.

Yang Yi had already taken five steps from the moment he entered the main hall door, and the man in white also inserted five incense sticks.

There are a total of nine incense sticks in this person's hand, and now five of them are gone, if he is allowed to insert all nine incense sticks into the incense burner, then Yang Yi will simply pat his ass and go home.

From the time Yang Yi stepped up the mountain, the battle between the two had already begun, and Yang Yi suffered a loss when he walked out of the old lady's courtyard just now, his mood was too agitated, and at the same time, he didn't expect to encounter this kind of strange contest today, and he was careless for a while and lost the opportunity.

Looking at the man in white with his back to him holding incense, Yang Yi stopped his footsteps, took off the silver flat wine bottle from his waist, poured a sip of wine, and then smiled, bent his knees slightly, and jumped forward suddenly.

The man in white was shocked, and he seemed to be a little crying and laughing, but he didn't stop burning incense in his hand, no matter whether Yang Yi was walking or jumping, landing on both feet, or landing on one foot, as long as he landed, the incense in his hand would be inserted into the incense ash.

The man in white had already taken out a stick of incense from his hand and began to send it to the incense burner.

Change is abrupt.

Seeing that Yang Yi jumped forward a few feet and was about to land, his body suddenly froze in mid-air, and then he was like a kite being dragged in the air, and he actually followed the trajectory of the jump just now and returned to the place where he jumped.

The incense in the hand of the man in white also drew a curve when he touched the incense ash, and the incense in his hand returned to the original hand.

Yang Yi laughed, raised his foot and fell to the ground suddenly.

"Boom!"

A loud bang sounded from under Yang Yi's feet.

The entire bluestone hall was stepped on by Yang Yi like this, and it made a shocking noise like a huge cowhide drum, which shook the entire bluestone hall and trembled, and the Daozu wooden statue directly opposite also made a trembling sound, as if it was about to fall at any time.

The man in white turned a blind eye to everything, he only had the incense in his hand in his eyes, he only paid attention to Yang Yi's steps, and all the movements that happened in the outside world at this time were shielded from his mind, even if the bluestone hall collapsed, the destruction of the Daozu wooden statue would not distract him in the slightest.

His opponent is Yang Yi, and his contest with Yang Yi at this time is not destructive power, nor is it the depth of skill, what they are competing with is a kind of rhythm that is beyond the perception of ordinary people, a rhythm, and a strange and mysterious induction.

Yang Yi is trying to disrupt this rhythm, while the man in white is trying his best to maintain this rhythm.

It's just a contest between mind and concentration, and the subtleties of it can't be experienced by people who have reached their level.

Yang Yi took another step, and after this step, Yang Yi showed a murderous aura on his body!

His murderous aura was like substance, like the essence of wolf smoke quickly filled the entire hall, and in an instant, the things in the entire hall were like candles in the wind, swaying, and under the evil aura, the Dao Ancestor wooden statue of the fairy wind Dao bone in front of him also became eerie and terrifying.

But even the resurrection of the Daozu wooden statue may not be able to move the man in white, although Yang Yi's murderous aura is powerful, it can't make the slightest ripple in his heart.

Yang Yi's eighth step had already begun to be taken, and the eighth incense stick of the man in white had also reached the sky above the incense burner.

Yang Yi landed on his feet.

The man in white burned incense in his hand and inserted it into the ashes.

Just as he was about to leave his hand, Yang Yi coughed.

The man in white shook his hand when he heard the sound, and the incense in his hand had broken in two.

He looked at the broken incense in his hand for a moment, then sighed softly and turned around.

(To be continued.) )