I Was Trapped on the Same Day For 100,000 Years

"Elder Yang, let me know." Lin Yue reminded that he was standing at the gate of the Sect Master Hall, but after all, this was the site of Forgotten Immortal Sect. He still felt that he should give Qin Ji a face.

"What should I say?" Yang Qinggui asked fascinatedly, even she herself was a little confused, how could she have no idea in front of a kid.

"The unification of the singular sutra, not the eight meridians first, but the yin and yang tune, first refining blood, then quenching the bones, and then the avenue is completed." Lin Yue found a pavilion and sat down and said, "Just say that, go. "

"Okay." Yang Qing repeated Lin Yue's words several times, and only felt that the lines were so mysterious, it seemed to be a powerful technique, but she couldn't understand it, so she had to go directly to the Sect Master Hall.

The Wangxianzong was built on the snow-capped mountains. The two palaces and thirteen palaces are located windingly from the mountains. The snow mist and the white clouds are surrounded and merged. There is a kind of beauty of a fairyland on earth.

The few people who followed Yang Qing all bowed their heads by the pavilion, not daring to make another noise. They were still vividly remembering the fate of the guard at the gate just now.

"Don't worry, I'm not a bad person." Lin Yue faintly smiled, and the disciples even more afraid to raise their heads.

"Sword Chi'er, your last practice of Tian Yan Jian Jue was wrong." Lin Yue was bored and said to one of the female disciples.

The female disciple raised her head in surprise, Shui Ling's eyes widened, and she looked at Lin Yue incredulously, "You...how did you know?"

She did have a headache for the last move recently, but the sword technique was passed down by Master Wangxian, and even her master Yang Qing was trapped in the last move and couldn't crack it, but Lin Yue, an outsider, could see it at a glance. How could it be possible?

Looking at this group of disciples in a row, they turned out to be Jian Chi'er the most beautiful. He was only fifteen or six years old, but he was already forward and backward. Many male disciples had already developed a passion for her, but Jian Chi'er devoted himself to kendo. , Has always been extremely repulsive of matters between men and women, and they have not even touched each other's fingers.

"Intention is in the front, Qi is in the back, the shape is in the center, the sword intent protects the sword, the sword body protects the qi, and the sword qi kills the enemy." Lin Yue said lightly, the sword idiot trembled, but did not dare to interrupt.

But Lin Yue stopped talking.

"Your Excellency, can you continue?" Jian Chi'er asked in a pleading tone.

The corner of Lin Yue's mouth raised, and he hooked his fingers.

Jian Chi'er begged for the sword with all his heart, Lin Yue could casually tell her the general outline of her unique Tian Yan Sword Art, how could she not be tempted?

He immediately walked to the side of Lin Yue, leaned over his ears, accidentally showing a surprising outline.

Lin Yue said in her ear: "I have a sore shoulder recently, do you know how to do it?"

Jian Chi'er was taken aback for a moment. She was extremely displeased with men and women. She even thought that men didn't have a good thing. When she wanted to refuse, she saw the heat coming from her ears again, "I can teach you the problem of your kendo."

For a long while, Jian Chi'er's body was trembling, and the two male disciples who were whispering intimately behind him were blown up.

Jian Chi'er is the goddess in their hearts, the most beautiful female disciple of Forgotten Xianzong.

Who knew that Qin Yiyi, who was aloft, would not leave him all the way back, and now even Jian Chi'er was tricked into entangled by him.

Because Lin Yue can even Yang Qing call, no matter what they can deal with, these disciples can only clenched their fists, and a few people secretly made a vow, "Thirty years in Hedong, Hexi, and don't bully the young and poor!"

Naturally, Lin Yue had no time to talk to them. After Jian Chi'er tasted the sweetness, she already rubbed her shoulders with interest.

"How did the lord know the Tianyan Sword Art?" Jian Chi'er asked tentatively, pursing his mouth.

Lin Yue closed his eyes to rest his mind and ignored her.

Jian Chi'er knew that he couldn't ask more, so he had to obediently meet Lin Yue's request.

Soon, Yang Qing came out and frowned when she saw this scene. When did Jian Chi'er be so casual?

"You get back first." Lin Yue said, opened his eyes and stood up.

"The Sect Master is waiting for you in the hall." As soon as Yang Qing's voice fell, Lin Yue had already entered the hall, as if he already knew the answer, and there was no need for her to pass on a message.

Yang Qing was stunned. Lin Yue didn't explain her other things, but he had Yang Qing's weakness in her heart. Yang Qing didn't dare to leave at all, so she had to sit here and wait.

"Master, who is he?"

Lin Yue entered the Sect Master Hall, and immediately a male disciple came up to inquire.

The other male disciples were also unwilling, only Jian Chi'er remained silent, looking at the place where Lin Yue disappeared, waiting for him to return.

"Shut up, go back to practice." Yang Qing said sharply.

The group of male disciples slumped again, so they had to disperse immediately, leaving Jian Chi'er there.

"Chi'er, your goal is to step into the second state of kendo as soon as possible, why do you follow here to make a fuss?"

Yang Qing said bitterly, Jian Chi'er is the most gifted person among her disciples, and she naturally loves him even more.

Jian Chi'er respectfully said, "Master, that lord, knows the last question."

"Nonsense, he is only a teenager, and he knows how to do swordsmanship. Besides, Tian Yan is a sword technique handed down by the master of this seat. The tenth style has not even been solved by this seat."

Yang Qing didn't believe her at all.

Jian Chi'er repeated Lin Yue's words once, and Yang Qing immediately trembled, and the sword energy in his hand circulated quickly.

Jian Chi'er knew that Master was going to try Lin Yue's method, and quickly retreated a few meters away to prevent being affected.

In the Palace of the Sect Master, a woman in her early thirties sits on a white jade glass chair in the hall. She is tightly fitted in a gold-stranded garb, and outlines a charming figure.

With a somewhat mature and charming face in the fair face, he is now looking solemnly at the young man below, "The Great Dream of Returning to the Ruins, is the top secret technique passed down from generation to generation by my Forgotten Sect Master. Why do you know the secret?"

Lin Yue looked at Qin Ji's iceberg-like face, this was indeed the look that a woman in a high position habitually showed.

Coupled with her unwavering cultivation base and the identity of the Sect Master Wangxian, a person with a little weak willpower standing in her current position may have weakened his feet and fell down.

But Lin Yue was fortunate that after being trapped for one hundred thousand years yesterday, the xinxing he cultivated was inherited, and it was not something Qin Ji could shake.

Taking down this woman is the best way for Lin Yue to solve the mysterious troubles.

"You are wrong." Lin Yue did not fear Qin Ji's sudden sharp gaze, and said lightly: "I even know the flaws of Guixu Dameng Gong, not just the key."

"You!" Qin Ji met such an arrogant person for the first time, "I forget that the techniques passed down by the ancestors of Xianzong for three thousand years will be flawed?"

"Sect Master Qin." Lin Yue smiled and slowly walked up the stairs and approached Qin Ji.

No one can challenge the lord of Wangxianzong like this. Above the main hall, an instantaneous pressure descended, the breath was like a mountain, and Lin Yue suppressed it.

Lin Yue was still calm, standing three feet away from Qin Ji, and said: "I advise you to relax. The internal injuries you caused by practicing the Great Dream of Returning to the Market last night will take at least half a year to heal."