A certain sword soul's infinite journey

Lin Shuwu babbled about his inner worries these days, and Lin Yi also listened silently, passing the grilled meat skewers from time to time.

"Director Liang only told me about the spatial fluctuations. They don't even know what it means for you to be able to travel back through it."

Lin Shuwu patted Lin Yi on the shoulder.

"Tomorrow, you should perform well and earn face for the Sino-Ocean family. Let's go back beautifully!"

Lin Shuwu said proudly.

"it is good!"

Lin Yi responded with a smile.

……

The next day, on Mount Taiyue.

The high-level Taoists who are still in Taiyue are very rarely gathered in a pavilion at the corner of the cliff.

"Did you get the message?"

An old man with white beard and hair asked aloud.

"Got it, they want us to keep this kid here as much as possible."

"It's hard." Another old man shook his head, "And he grew up overseas after all, so his heart may not be on our side."

"You're worrying too much." The white-haired old man said with a smile, "I know Lin Shuwu, and there is no way his child will have problems."

"Anyway, let's take a look..."

Chapter 67 Three Seconds

Taiyue Mountain, on a martial arts platform halfway up the mountain.

Lin Yi stood under the stage, looking at Lin Shuwu in the seat above.

Noticing Lin Yi's gaze, Lin Shuwu showed a reassuring smile.

Beside him are Fang Yunshan and his young disciple Chen Tianzhao. At this moment, Fang Yunshan is talking and laughing with a man in Taoist robes in front of him.

After a while, several old men came to the venue and sat in the seats closest to the competition stage.

These are all quite normal, but what makes Lin Yi speechless the most is that there are several cameras and an unknown machine connected to a computer beside the venue.

What the hell is this?Do you have a good voice?

Lin Yi looked at the venue while complaining in his heart.

How can a dignified international extraordinary organization act like a talent show...

Seeing that it was almost time for people to come, Lin Yi jumped up towards the competition stage, looking calmly at the old men with deep eyes.

"How to test?"

Hearing Lin Yi's fearless voice, an old man beside him frowned.

"Can't wait?"

"Hey——" the white-haired old man in the middle said with a smile, "Young people have to be energetic. Look at those young disciples on your Taiyue Mountain. Everyone knows that they live on the mountain, and Taoists can't help getting married. Why do you have to be like an ascetic monk..."

"...Senior Brother said so."

The old man's eyebrows softened.

Looking at the two old people who were singing together on the seats, Lin Yi couldn't help but sneered in his heart.

Looks like an old actor!

One is a red face and the other is a bad face. Do you really think of him as a young man who has not experienced much in the world?

"Lin Yi." The white-haired old man called out his name, "I like your vigor very much, but there is one thing I hope you can understand. This opportunity was left to you with the guarantee of your master. This is the first time the Daoist sect has extended the time limit for a single person in decades, even if it's just for your master, you have to behave well..."

As a man matured, the white-haired old man could tell at a glance that Lin Yi didn't have deep feelings for the Daoist sect, so he extended the favor of the Daoist sect to his master Lin Shuwu.

This is also the result of their discussion in the morning.

There is no doubt that Lin Shuwu is a very loyal person to the Taoist sect. As long as they tie Lin Shuwu to the position of the Taoist sect, they will not worry about Lin Yi not standing here.

Lin Yi also liked this, he nodded, looked at his master Lin Shuwu and said with a smile.

"I will cherish it."

"Okay." The white-haired old man said with a smile, "Your master guarantees your character, so you can skip it directly. As for the cultivation test... I heard from your master that you are a genius at swordsmanship?"

"Alright."

Lin Yi raised his right hand and gestured with his thumb and index finger.

"It's just a little bit faster than ordinary people."

The old man on the left looked aside.

"Yue Yan!"

"The disciple is here!"

A middle-aged man stood up.

"You do it."

The middle-aged man nodded when he heard the words, and then jumped onto the stage.

"In Xia Yueyan, I also practiced 【Xuanyi Longhua Sword】..."

"Wait a moment!"

Before Yue Yan could finish speaking, Lin Yi interrupted him.

"how?"

The old man on the left frowned.

"Before I begin, I would like to ask, what is the point of such a test?"

Lin Yi looked at him very curiously.

"Meaning?" The old man laughed, "The meaning is naturally to test your strength and potential."

"It's already the 21st century, and practice has to be practical. Since knowledge is shared within the Daoist sect, it must have the effect of knowledge sharing. What we need is fresh blood that can contribute to the future of the Daoist sect, rather than simply increasing the population. "

"I understand……"

Lin Yi smiled.

It's because his thinking is old-fashioned. The Daomen in front of him is not the traditional and rigid organization he thought. It is more like a combination of a university and a modern company. There will be differences in the seniority and class of internal personnel, but the proportion is not large. .

Thinking about it this way, the test in front of me is nothing more than an interview before entering the job.

"If this is the case, shouldn't the stronger the strength and potential I show, the better?" Lin Yi asked.

"Of course!"

The white-haired old man said with a smile.

"Don't worry, will jealousy appear in Taoism? If you are really talented enough, just release your edge!"

"That's great!"

Lin Yi smiled, and he looked at the old men on the seats.

"Boy, I have one last question. Are the seniors... the strongest in the Taoist sect?"

"The strongest is not considered the strongest... I can only say that I have practiced for a few years more than others..."

The white-haired old man frowned slightly, and as he spoke, he glanced at Lin Shuwu, and found that this old guy was actually looking at his heart, pretending to be innocent as if it had nothing to do with me.

At this point in the conversation, not only the white-haired old man, but almost everyone saw Lin Yi's intentions.

"You want to challenge Mr. Qin and Mr. Chen?"

The middle-aged man standing opposite Lin Yi frowned.

"Young people, don't aim too high..."

"But you are really no match for me."

Lin Yi said seriously.

Yue Yan suddenly became angry and snorted coldly.

"Then let me see how much you weigh."

Before he finished speaking, Yue Yan drew out his sword and shouted loudly.

"Draw the sword!"

Lin Yi sighed, and took off his sportswear, revealing his black T-shirt and his bandaged left hand.

Looking at Lin Yi's tendons tightly outlined by the black T-shirt, Yue Yan couldn't help frowning tightly.

"...you don't have a sword?"

"I don't think a sword will be used today..."

Lin Yi smiled faintly, then put out the posture of Laoshan [Xuanzhen Neijiaquan], raised three fingers with his left hand wrapped in bandages, and spoke seriously.

"I'll beat you in three seconds..."

"Three seconds?"

There was an uproar around, and the white-haired old man couldn't help but frown upon hearing this.

"Hmph!" Yue Yan laughed back angrily, "Go ahead, I want to see how you plan to defeat me!"

Not only him, everyone thought that Lin Yi was talking nonsense, and no one thought that Yue Yan would lose so easily, including the few old men at the front.

Even Lin Shuwu, who believed in his disciple the most, couldn't help but wonder how Lin Yi planned to defeat his opponent.

He knew this Yue Yan on the field. Yue Yan is the true disciple of Mr. Chen. The cosmic energy that cannot be perceived by normal means strengthens itself.

Although this process is very slow and the efficiency is very low, after eight years, Yue Yan has already surpassed the limit of the human body. The strength of his arms exceeds one ton, and it is easy to break a stone in five seconds.

"Remember to count faster." Yue Yan reminded with a sneer, "This can save a little bit of face..."

"If that's the case, then I'll be a little more serious..."

Hearing Yue Yan's "friendly" reminder, Lin Yi nodded seriously and started the countdown.

"3, 2, 1..."

When the last finger was bent down, Lin Yi who was still seven or eight meters away suddenly disappeared.

Yue Yan, who had already put on a defensive stance, was dazed before his eyes, and then felt a pain in his abdomen, and his whole body shot up into the sky like a cannonball, and blood mist sprayed from his mouth.

"Bam—"

The loud sound of piercing the sky spread in all directions, and a cloud of white stratus on the ring exploded out of thin air, and the strong wind swept across the entire venue abruptly, blowing countless dust, sand and stones towards the auditorium.

No one present would worry about this level of wind and gravel, but they had to guard against the deafening bang.

Except for a few people who were distracted to take care of the machine, everyone slowly opened their eyes wide and stared blankly at the center of the competition arena.

The shirtless young man was standing at the opponent's position with his right fist clenched, behind him was a straight and hideous crack, and layers of white air waves.

The bluestone on the ground has already been torn apart, and the black T-shirt on Lin Yi's body has also been blown apart, and the faint white smoke slowly spread with the air waves, bringing a sense of coolness to the audience.

No one knew how Lin Yi came to Yue Yan and how he threw this punch.

After the air waves and layers of clouds dissipated, they could only see Yue Yan flying up suddenly, and this messy field.

Compared with the deafening bangs before, the venue is now dead silent.

"Sound... sonic boom cloud?"

The white-haired old man murmured.

The old men beside him also came back to their senses one by one.

"Fuck! Sonic boom cloud!"

"He broke through the speed of sound!"

Excited shouts broke the silence.