The finger light and the big sword came to the two of them in an instant. The golden finger light and the colorful sword energy exuded the breath of death. Old man Zhixuan's face remained unchanged, and Ye Junlin was as motionless as a mountain.

"drink!"

Ye Junlin roared, completely ignoring Old Man Zhixuan's finger light, and the sword in his hand suddenly accelerated.

A trace of hesitation flashed in Old Man Zhixuan's eyes, but it was this hesitation that put him at a disadvantage.

The competition between masters is no longer just a competition of mysterious skills and cultivation, but more about courage, courage and the spirit of not being afraid of death.

"you are vicious!"

Old Man Zhixuan looked stern and cursed loudly. The fingerlight on his hand turned in vain to meet Ye Junlin's sword.

"Qiang!"

The fingerlight hit Ye Junlin's sword, making a metallic sound.

The golden profound energy and the colorful profound energy collided together, and the powerful impact knocked both of them back a few steps.

Ye Junlin was so murderous that he pointed out that old man Xuan had a sad face.

"Come on, come on, come on." Old Man Zhixuan sighed and said, "It seems that I am really old!"

The old man put away the finger cot on his index finger, put his hands behind his back, and looked at Ye Junlin with interest.

"I can't do anything to you today, so the 'Golden Silk Armor' will be yours." After the old man finished speaking, he turned around and left.

"Your name is 'Old Man Zhixuan', right?" Ye Junlin suddenly said: "In some time, I will go to you again to avenge today's raid."

Old man Zhixuan turned around, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"Good boy, I'll wait for you." After the old man Zhixuan finished speaking, his steps began to become ethereal, and in a few breaths, he disappeared at a certain street corner.

"You guy, your strength is really terrifying!" Li Mo looked at the murderous Ye Junlin and couldn't help but feel a little emotional: This guy is so strong that even Old Man Zhixuan can't do anything to him.

"Are you still going to the auction?" Ye Junlin asked coldly.

"There's no need to go, except for the 'Golden Silk Armor', other things are of no use to you." Li Mo thought for a moment and then added: "As for the 'Purple Blood Coral' you just asked about, it's completely

It’s useless.”

"Oh." Ye Junlin responded: "I will pay you back those ten gold coins in a while."

"It doesn't matter." A strange smile appeared on Li Mo's face.

...

...

Time flew by and it was two more days.

This day is the day when the outer sect of 'Ziyunhai' recruits disciples.

"How are you preparing?" Li Mo suddenly appeared at Ye Junlin's door and asked.

"Maybe?" Ye Junlin answered with a hint of nervousness.

"You're so nervous!" Li Mo saw the occasional awkward expressions of this 'god of murder' and said with a smile: "With your strength, even the sect leader of Ziyunhai may not be your opponent, so there is nothing to be nervous about.

"

"It's my first time to participate in such a selection, so it's a bit of a challenge." Ye Junlin answered like a shy teenager.

"I really don't understand why a 'freak' like you would join the 'Purple Cloud Sea'?" Li Mo asked.

Ye Junlin scratched his scalp and his expression became serious: "I said that I would destroy the 'Sword Making Villa' with another person. Do you believe it?"

"I believe it." Li Mo nodded solemnly: "You madman, even if you say you want to kill the 'Bi Xiao Xuanyu', I believe it."

"You are really right, I do have this idea." A graceful figure appeared in Ye Junlin's mind again.

"Madman." Li Mo was completely defeated.

Ye Junlin's idea is actually very simple.

Find a larger sect, break through to a high-level mystic, practice that sect's high-level mystical skills, and then go to the 'Sword Forging Villa' with Liang Bufan.

If you practice alone, you really can't afford the mysterious skills.

...

...

Winter is about to pass, and the spring rains come one after another, moisturizing the dry lips of the earth.

Ye Junlin and Li Mo walked on the huge road, and the light groups emerging from their bodies helped them block the pouring rain.

"Don't be nervous, even the outer elders are scum in front of you." Li Mo said and handed Ye Junlin a black iron plate.

"What is this?" Ye Junlin asked.

"Your test number plate."

"Oh." Ye Junlin responded and turned to look at the dark iron sign.

"What an auspicious number." Ye Junlin's face showed a little helplessness.

I saw a number quietly carved on the dark number plate: four hundred and forty-four.

The easternmost part of Ziyun City is located in a magnificent hall called: Donglai Hall. It means 'Purple Air Comes from the East'.

Above the Donglai Hall, a huge semicircular light curtain stood quietly, like a big umbrella, blocking all the rain from the hall.

Li Mo took Ye Junlin into the square in the center of the hall.

At this time, the square was already crowded with people.

The square of the main hall was packed with test participants and accompanying people.

The sound of crying, cheering and parents' comforting sounds filled the square, making Ye Junlin's eardrums hurt.

Ye Junlin finally found a corner and stood down, looking at his competitors carefully.

Most of the people who participated in the test were fourteen or fifteen-year-old boys, their faces were full of childishness, and their cultivation levels were mostly between the sixth level and seventh level of the Xuanmai.

"It seems that I really thought too much." Ye Junlin murmured.

After about a stick of incense, a crisp gong sound suddenly came from one direction in the square. Then a group of warriors in purple brocade robes slowly walked out of the hall.

"Those who participate in the test, stay, and the others exit the Donglai Square." A warrior in the lead shouted loudly.

The people who accompanied the test, after some encouragement and comfort, all retreated like a tide. The large square instantly became quiet, and there were about a thousand young warriors left in the square.

"I'm leaving too." Li Mo waved his hand to Ye Junlin and disappeared into the torrent of people.

A dozen warriors dressed in purple sat in the northernmost stand of the square. The teenagers participating in the test lined up in a long line under the arrangement of several warriors.

Ye Junlin lined up in the center of the queue.

A warrior with a sinister face suddenly frowned when he passed by Ye Junlin: "You are sixteen or seventeen years old, and you are here to participate in the selection?"

Ye Junlin snorted coldly, his eyes scanning the fat warrior's body.

"A warrior at the ninth level of Xuanmai, can you see through my cultivation?" Ye Junlin said disdainfully in his heart.

"Everyone, keep quiet. The election will begin soon." The fat warrior yelled.
Chapter completed!