The next morning, the drizzle soaked the entire earth. The grass that was hesitating whether to sprout slowly poked its head out under the "encouragement" of the drizzle.

Spring is everywhere.

In front of Ye Junlin's door, there was a middle-aged man who was very kind-faced. His ordinary face always had a smile, giving people an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

He is Murong Mingyu.

A "sect leader candidate" with mediocre cultivation but quite popular.

His hands gently clasped on the door knocker.

"Dong!"

"Dong!"

"Dong!"

A knock on the door rang in Ye Junlin's house.

Ye Junlin opened the door, and his handsome face was a little tired. For half a month, the practice of "Sword Qi Divine Art" has made him lack sleep. His two circles were like some rare animal, which was very funny.

"Can I come in?" Murong Mingyu said very politely.

Ye Junlin did not speak, but made a 'please' gesture.

Murong Mingyu smiled and strode in.

Not far away, an old man looked at what happened in front of the hut nervously, with doubts on his face.

"I heard that you were sneak attacked by Luoyi, is it okay?" Murong Mingyu said a little embarrassedly.

"It's okay." Ye Junlin's face was still as cold as frost.

Murong Mingyu was quite self-aware. Seeing that Ye Junlin didn't like him much, he stopped being polite. The space ring on his finger flashed with a glimmer of light, and a white cover mysterious skill and a brown cover mysterious skill appeared in his hand.

"My friend Ye let my brother go that day, and I remember this love in my heart." Murong Mingyu said slowly: "This is the yellow-grade top-grade mysterious skill "Purple Fog Body Technique" and the yellow-grade mid-grade mysterious skill "Golden Dragon Shield Technique". According to the agreement, I specially sent it to Mr. Ye."

Ye Junlin didn't feel any hesitant, and reached out and took it.

"Does the Fifth Elder know that Junlin is now the biggest stumbling block for you to ascend to the 'Sect Master'?" Ye Junlin asked tentatively.

"Although Mingyu is slow, these major issues can be distinguished clearly. To be fair, I know that my disciple 'Yang Gongcheng' is definitely not your opponent." Murong Mingyu said, looking quite cramped.

"Then you still send me this mysterious skill?" Ye Junlin was extremely puzzled.

"A man will not stand without trust. Since he promised his friend that day, Murong Mingyu will fulfill his promise." Murong Mingyu sighed and continued, "Besides, 'life and death are destined, wealth and honor are in the sky'. If Mingyu sits on the position of the sect leader, he will work hard to govern and strengthen the 'Ziyun Sect'; if he can't sit, he will also do his best to 'Ziyun Sea'."

Murong Mingyu's words were extremely sincere, and there was no trace of falsehood.

Ye Junlin looked at the middle-aged man in front of him in surprise, who was "not seeking fame and fortune". A soft part of his heart was gently touched...

Another month of time.

The calendar of time has been turned on, the spring scenery and April days.

During this month, Ye Junlin only did two things: one, practice mysterious skills; the other, understand Murong Mingyu's character.

I don’t know if I don’t ask, but I’m shocked when I ask.

At this time, Ye Junlin was very, very special, and wanted to complain: Murong Mingyu is really a very good person.

In the sea of ​​purple clouds, from the elders of the inner gate to the servants of the servants, when they talk about "Murrong Mingyu", they would stop and praise them: "Good man!"

Even his competitor Guan Ping sighed: "Everything is good, but his cultivation is a little worse."

The peaches and plums do not speak, and they form their own paths.

A decision in Ye Junlin's heart became a little firmer.

......

......

April 5th is a very important day for Ziyun Sect.

Because on this day, the last part of the selection of the new sect leader - a competition of personal disciples.

Early in the morning, there were already crowds of people on the ‘Donglai Square’.

The disciples from the four outer halls sat in the stands looking forward to the surroundings, their eyes full of anxiety and nervousness, as if they were themselves about to participate in the competition.

The disciples of "Xiyue Hall" seem particularly excited compared to other halls, because one of the "five personal disciples" is from their "Xiyue Hall".

Compared with the excitement of the disciples, Ximen Yueer, the master of the "Xiyue Hall", seemed very calm, or his face was filled with a little resentment.

Ye Junlin entered his "Xiyue Hall", first offended Guan Qiang, and then became Guan Ping's disciple. During this period, he disappeared for a while, which made Ximen Yueer quite depressed.

Ye Junlin is someone he wants to be "popular". It seems that he will never have a chance in the future. It is like a plate of fragrant beef placed in front of him, but he just can't eat it.

"Hey—" Ximen Yue'er sighed.

It's noon at sunset.

The outer disciples in the stands were already impatient, and the big men came late.

The first thing that came into people's sight was Murong Yelun and several Supreme Elders. They were all older generations and had no interest in the competition between these "young people".

Of course, except for Murong Yelun.

They sat on the second floor of the "Donglai Hall" and looked down at the entire competition venue.

Soon, Murong Mingcheng and Murong Mingyu also brought their own "personal disciples" to the competition.

Murong Mingcheng's personal disciple was a girl wearing a light pink martial robe. She had bent her eyebrows and bright eyes and white teeth, which attracted the attention of most male disciples for a moment.

"That's Senior Sister 'Song Miaoyu', she is really worthy of being the 'No. 1 Beauty in the Sea of ​​Ziyun'."

"Yes, Senior Sister Miaoyu is so beautiful."

The disciples in the stands started to talk...

Under Song Miaoyu's beauty halo, Murong Mingyu's disciples were about to look overshadowed. They were a burly boy with dark skin and a simple smile on his face.

The young man was named: Yang Gongcheng. It was him who kindly reminded Ye Junlin.

Luoyi followed with his personal disciples. It was a handsome boy: his smooth and fair face, with a cold and handsome face; his dark and deep eyes were charming. The only drawback was that the handsome boy had a kind of evil spirit on his handsome face.

An indescribable evil spirit.

The girl in the stands screamed one by one when she saw the boy, and her originally black eyes seemed to have turned into the shape of peach-colored hearts.

"Senior Brother Gao, Senior Brother Gao..." The girls screamed in shock.

This handsome young man, named "Gao Changgu", is the highest-level disciple among the five personal disciples, and has entered the "Xuanshi Realm" with half his feet.

Ye Junlin and Guan Ping appeared in the fourth group, and Guan Ping's face was filled with endless smiles, as if the throne of the "sect leader" had been taken into consideration by him.

The moment Luo Yi saw Ye Junlin, endless murderous intent immediately emanated from his eyes.

Seeing the situation, Ye Junlin immediately met with a sharp sword, without fear at all. This month and a half gave him a qualitative leap. If he fought again, it would be hard to say who would win or lose.

"Master, I will defeat him." Gao Changgu said.

"Yeah." Luo Yi responded, his face calming slightly.

Ye Junlin looked around, but only found four "personal disciples" figures, and he couldn't help but wonder.

"Chi——"
Chapter completed!