Everyone is Secretly in Love with Me

Looking at Feng Qin's back as he ran away, Lin Zhizhi had no intention of calling him back.

The black-haired boy glanced at the scattered foreign sect disciples around him, pursed his lips, found a gap and left.

It was evening at this time, and there were so many disciples coming and going, and Lin Zhizhi, Lan Zhen and others were extremely dazzling people——Lan Zhen relied on his family background, Lin Zhizhi relied on his face—their gathering on the entrance steps caused a lot of trouble. A lot of onlookers came.

Lin Zhizhi's joining was extremely low-key in the Luoxian Sword Sect's outer sect, and he was also a solitary person on weekdays. Apart from the rumors among some juniors that "a new senior brother with an amazing appearance has arrived", it didn't cause much ripples in the sect.But just now when Feng Qin came back with him, the scene of Feng Qin attacking Lan Zhen in a fit of rage was fully seen by the disciples.The onlookers who didn't know the truth set off an upsurge of discussion...

#Hey, the birth of a new love triangle? #

#The notorious young master of the blue family tried to bully the new junior brother, but he didn't dare to fart after being burned by the junior brother's Taoist companion——hey, this junior brother looks so good-looking, I don't know when he started, is there anyone? Know his name#

#It seems that the focus is wrong...?Well, no matter, good-looking is good-looking#

——These rumors have been circulating among the disciples of the foreign sect, but Lin Zhizhi has not heard of them yet.After cleaning up the dolphin beasts, he went back to find his master with the basic sword art that he felt he had fully mastered.

Xuanhua sat in front of the water mirror with his chin propped up, watching the little apprentice walking towards the palace, but in his heart he was thinking about Little Phoenix's feelings for Lin Zhizhi—he quickly went through the acquaintance of the two in his mind, and the Daoist Master Bo His lips parted slightly, and he defined this relationship with a mature adult's point of view: children play house.He left Feng Qin behind and let the water mirror magnify the young apprentice's slender hand. After thinking about it, he recalled how he used the ordinary iron sword bought at the grocery store to wipe out the guinea pig beast. He felt that this sword was different from his Very disproportionate.

Master Dao Zun pondered for a moment, cut off the Shuijing live broadcast in time before Lin Zhizhi entered the palace, and said to the little apprentice who was walking towards the entrance: "Come to the back mountain."

Lin Zhizhi came to the back mountain according to his words, Xuanhua was covering his back with his hands, his robe was fluttering, watching the purple bamboo forest in front of him fluttering with the bamboo leaves under the breeze, it made people feel peaceful.

"Master." Lin Zhizhi stopped at the narrow entrance and called out.

Xuanhua turned his head, raised his hand to signal Lin Zhizhi to come forward: "Have you practiced?"

What Xuanhua said was nonsense, but Lin Zhizhi knew that his master was asking about basic sword formulas, so he took out the purple bamboo sword from the Qiankun ring, and drew a sword flower: "Well, show the master?"

As soon as the Zizhu sword came out, the Zizhu forest in front of him seemed to be alive, and made a rustling sound, as if welcoming Lin Zhizhi's return.

Xuanhua's voice was cold: "Have you reached the realm of transformation?"

Lin Zhizhi was stunned, although his heart was swelled, he didn't dare to boast in front of the master: "Disciple dare not speak nonsense..."

Xuanhua was dissatisfied with his humility: "The journey of cultivating immortality is against the heavens, so why talk about lying?"

Dao Zun walked against the sky all his life, survived nine days of mysterious thunder without retreating, faced difficulties, and was unyielding in a hundred deaths.Some of the methods of keeping a low profile and biding one's time that "the wood is beautiful in the forest and the wind and rain will destroy it" were completely denied by him-his disciples want to be unparalleled in the world!

Lin Zhizhi is actually not the kind of person who shrinks back. As the eldest son of the Lin family, the pride in his heart is beyond ordinary people—it’s just that during his education, Lin’s father, who is familiar with Confucian classics, urged him to obey the etiquette in every possible way. Facing the master who just paid homage, he always had to put on a show.

Now hearing what Xuanhua said, the arrogance in his heart was also aroused. Lin Zhizhi flicked his wrist, and was about to practice the recent hard work, and he almost showed the master the basic sword formula he dreamed of in his sleep, but was rejected. Xuanhua put one finger in front of the Zizhu sword.

"Master...?" Lin Zhizhi was puzzled.

Xuanhua's voice was cold: "This sword is not worthy of you."

Zizhu has high integrity, but is flexible and introverted, which is not commensurate with Lin Zhizhi.And although the saber brought from the Lin Mansion has been with him for a long time, it is only an ordinary product after all--the ordinary product here does not refer to the rank. In theory, no matter how bad it is, it is a top-grade spiritual weapon.But swords are different from ordinary spiritual weapons. From the perspective of a sword cultivator, there is only one type of sword: sword spirit.

The sword that has given birth to the sword spirit is the real god-grade spirit sword, and the rest are just good or bad ordinary grades.If the sword cultivator can get the sword spirit to recognize the master, the sword born in this way can be called a divine sword-the heart can move at will, and other monks dare not easily provoke it.

Looking at the little apprentice's dark eyes, Xuanhua grabbed the purple bamboo sword from Lin Zhizhi's hand with one hand - he wanted to throw it away, but for some reason, he remembered the scene when he first taught the little apprentice how to practice swords - The unfeminine Master Dao Zun was heartbroken, and simply put the purple bamboo sword into the Qiankun ring, and then took the little apprentice's hand, a white light flashed, and the two figures disappeared in place.

During the whole process, Xuanhua didn't say a word, but swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth: - "My disciple deserves the best."

……

In the southwest corner of the Illusory Sea Realm of the Zhongtian Continent, on the top of the mountains, the wind returns and the clouds disperse.

The spirit bird Flying Kites circled high above, chirping a few times from time to time.The clouds are green like rain, and the water is dull and smokey, but it becomes clear again when the wind blows.

The mountain scenery is extremely beautiful, but many monks did not come here specially for the beautiful scenery.

In front of an ordinary cave, a golden dragon chariot stayed not far from it.The dragon chariot is covered with a tent, and bells are hung from the corners of the tent. A person can be vaguely seen lying on the dragon chariot, holding a few beautiful dancers in his arms, dancing with fairy music, and it is very lively.

On the other side, the man with the appearance of a Taoist priest wearing a feather hat bowed his head in silence, followed by a young man who looked similar to him, and the two of them were incompatible with the dragon chariot.

In the distance from them, some scattered little monks gathered together, afraid of the threat of the Nascent Soul Stage monks, they dared not make a sound.

These people didn't know how long they had been waiting, when a few black shadows flashed across the sky, two men and a woman and a few nephews behind them jumped off the flying spirit weapon lightly, the woman among them had a peach blossom face, and said to the man on the dragon chariot: " Patriarch Xiaoyao, you are willing to let go of the beauties of your sect to come to Wanjian Cave?"

The man known as the ancestor of Xiaoyao let go of the beauty in his arms, and lazily replied: "I came here to get the sword for that useless son, Mrs. Luo, it's been a long time since I've seen you, and you're making fun of me like this, it's really sad."

Mrs. Luo giggled coquettishly: "It's not that the ancestor refused to let my concubine kiss Fangze—"

A man who came with Mrs. Luo interrupted them dissatisfiedly, and asked what he cared about: "Old Patriarch Xiaoyao, how long have you been here?"

Patriarch Xiaoyao understood what he was thinking, and after a while he snorted coldly: "It has been seven days, and the cave door has not been opened."

The man got the information he wanted, and remained silent, releasing his divine sense to cover the audience, especially the strange swordsman, but before his divine sense touched the opponent, he was bounced back by a violent spiritual energy .

Mrs. Luo and the other man's eyes moved slightly, and they both released their spiritual sense to test the Taoist priest, but they still couldn't get within three feet of him.Mrs. Luo withdrew her consciousness, and a sweet smile appeared on her face again: "Meeting is fate, and there is no limit on the number of people in Wanjian Cave, so how about taking each according to fate?"

The few people present were all great monks in the Nascent Soul stage, and they were very powerful when they moved their hands. No one wanted to attract people here, and a balance was implicitly reached.

Except for Mrs. Luo who got into the tent of Patriarch Xiaoyao, the two men who followed closed their eyes and sat cross-legged in meditation, waiting for the day when the stone door opened once every three months.

After another half hour, there was only a bang, and the stone gate of Wanjian Cave opened slowly to both sides without any control.

The patriarch Xiaoyao laughed, and pushed a bloated young man in brocade clothes to the door: "Yong'er, go, you are not allowed to come back to see your father unless you get back the saber above ordinary grade!"

At the same time, the young man beside the Taoist also took steps, and the crowd rushed to Wanjian Cave.

Mrs. Luo watched her most admired nephew disappear at the entrance of Wanjian Cave, she turned her head and said to Patriarch Xiaoyao: "Patriarch, how about we make a bet?"

"Madam Luo, does it mean whose disciple got back the highest level of spirit sword? Or does it mean the most broken level?"

"It's still the ancestor who understands my concubine's body and mind best. Although the level of the spirit sword is important, the most important thing for a monk is strength. Yong'er is a young and talented man who has already cultivated to the ninth level of Qi refining when he was less than thirty. The concubine's peach blossom red conch wine, but Always prepared for it.”

Mrs. Luo is the Nascent Soul Elder of the Hehuan Sect, and she has few rivals for her charming skills.Equally famous for her charm is this peach blossom red snail wine, which is made of peach blossoms and spiritual fruit red snails.The taste alone is not enough to make it famous, and what is even more amazing is that it also has the miraculous effect of helping people break through the bottleneck, which is hard to find.

Patriarch Xiaoyao came to his senses, rubbed his thumb on the Qiankun ring for a while, and took out a spiritual herb: "I just picked this hundred-year-old God-transforming grass from the secret realm, so let's use it as a bet this time." , it’s not considered an insult to the name of Hongluojiu. The disciple brought by Mrs. Luo, I think his aura cultivation is no worse than Yong’er, so Mrs. must have put a lot of effort into it.”

"No way, my child is not good at actual combat, so how can he be good at swimming."

The man beside Mrs. Luo regarded Mrs. Luo as a future Taoist couple. He glared at Xiaoyao Patriarch like a rival in love, threw a heavy object in front of the dragon chariot, and reported proudly, "Thousand-year black iron."

Madam Luo patted her plump chest pretending to be surprised: "Brother Sun is really generous, you can even take out such a rare thing as thousand-year-old black iron."

Brother Sun's eyes immediately stuck to the other party's turbulent place: "It's just a small piece of thousand-year-old black iron, and I can still get it out of the Artifact Refining Pavilion."

"..."

At the same moment, on the flying sword, Xuanhua also explained to Lin Zhizhi: "... Wanjian Cave is a place where sword spirits have been tested for nearly a thousand years. What kind of sword you can get depends on you. personal chance."

Although Lin Zhizhi was born in a famous family, he had never heard of Wanjian Cave.Out of curiosity, he pestered Xuanhua and asked many questions: "Master, where is Wanjian Cave? What kind of trial is it?"

On weekdays, when friends don’t ask questions, they just stay in silence, Xuanhua will think the other party’s breathing is too loud and make him go away, but when Lin Zhizhi asks questions, Xuanhua not only doesn’t throw the little apprentice off the flying sword, but also takes him with him. He said patiently, "I'll know as soon as I arrive."

Lin Zhizhi let out an "oh", sat on the flying sword and said nothing more.

Xuanhua opened his left eye and glanced at the silent little apprentice, tapped the tip of his right finger on the back of the sword three times, and then put his fingertips on the center of Lin Zhizhi's eyebrows, a video of a real person explaining Wanjian Cave to his disciple was played It took shape in front of him: "Old man Wan Jian is a former cultivator who transformed gods. He spent his whole life collecting swords for pleasure, and determined to create a divine sword that would cause a sensation in the fairy world. He is not a professional swordsmith, and this goal is difficult to achieve. In the end, after he experienced Mahayana During the Thunder Tribulation, when he ascended to the Immortal World, his inspiration burst out, he took the sky thunder as his guide, absorbed the sun and the moon as his soul, and instead created a unique divine sword."

"It's a pity that at the last moment, the sword spirit had just been born, and the old man Wan Jian had no time to warm up, so he was distracted by the thunder and scattered his body and soul. In despair, the old man Wan Jian gave up his promotion and sealed his life's income here After a long time, the sword spirit gradually recovered and began to look for its owner. The way of finding the owner of the sword spirit is based on aptitude and actual combat. It will record every Those who have been to the Ten Thousand Swords Cave selected the future son of Tianjiao to compete with you. Over time, this Ten Thousand Swords Cave has not only become a place to search for swords, but also a symbol of testing the strength of disciples."

After the video was over, Lin Zhizhi roughly understood the rules of Wanjian Cave, glanced gratefully at Xuanhua with his eyes closed, and calmed down to sit cross-legged.

Xuanhua's sword was faster than many flying spirit treasures in the world. It took about half a cup of tea. Xuanhua opened his eyes, stood up from the back of the sword, and explained to Lin Zhizhi: "Stick to the heart of Taoism."

Lin Zhizhi nodded with a serious face.

When he was accepting disciples from the Four Great Sects, he failed to pass through the illusion because of his unsteady mind—a real cultivator never falls in the same place twice.This time, no matter what beauty does to him again, he must be Liu Xiahui of the cultivation world.

When Wanjian Cave, Xiaoyao Patriarch and others appeared in front of him, Xuanhua paused, and added the secret to the young apprentice to pass Wanjian Cave: "Don't forget the basic sword formula."

Lin Zhizhi: "..."

——Basic sword art is amazing, I always feel that the master played a big game of chess...

When Xuanhua's flying sword descended from the sky, Patriarch Xiaoyao and the others were drinking wine and chatting happily on the dragon carriage, admiring the enchanting dance of beauties. The first person to react was not Patriarch Xiaoyao who was the most powerful on the surface, but Mrs. Luo.Mrs. Luo squinted a pair of peach blossom eyes, looking at the two uninvited guests——

The older man was expressionless and imposing, his black robe and purple shirt fluttered with the wind, and he didn't put anything in his eyes.And that young man looked delicate, but not feminine. He was dressed in a white robe, the sword pattern on the corner of his clothes revealed his sect, and his expression was indifferent.

What surprised Mrs. Luo the most was that these two people did not exist in her consciousness.

The Taoist priest just couldn't get close to him before, maybe the other party had some magic weapon to protect his consciousness, but these two people didn't know anything at all.

Patriarch Xiaoyao and the other two men also stopped their movements and stared at the two men firmly.

Xuanhua had a panoramic view of everything, but ignored it, and only said to Lin Zhizhi, "Go."

Lin Zhizhi summoned the family sword from the Qiankun Ring, and walked lightly into the Ten Thousand Swords Cave.

There was still some light when I first entered, but as I went deeper and deeper, this small cave had no source, so I had to rely on my intuition to move forward.The cave was very quiet, except for the footsteps of Lin Zhiyi, there was only the sound of dripping water.

I don't know how long I walked, and finally came to a fork. On both sides of the fork, there were candle lamps hanging every not far away. Following Lin Zhizhi's pace, the candle lights were lit up one by one.After walking to the deepest futon, two rows of candles illuminated the entire passage, and a mechanized voice sounded: "New candidate, welcome."

"According to the root bone test along the way, you are Tianlinggen, with excellent aptitude; your appearance is like jade, and you have a good appearance..."

Lin Zhizhi: "..."

Wait, where did you get that appearance test?Didn't realize that the old man Wan Jian is really a face controler?Not handsome enough to even pass this kind of sword spirit trial, it would be too miserable——

"Advance your candidate status, and then enter the actual combat. The first challenger is Wu Zun, who was 35 years old at the time, and his realm: the tenth floor of the Qi refining period."

Wu Zun? !

With the sound of the three silent voices, Lin Zhizhi felt light all over, as if his consciousness had been sucked into a martial arts arena.On the opposite side of the martial arts arena, a middle-aged man with a scar on his left face gradually took shape in front of him.

For some reason, the scar on this man's face always gave Lin Zhizhi a sense of familiarity...

Before he had time to think about it, when the man's body was completely stabilized, he raised his fist, which was faintly glowing with golden light, and punched Lin Zhizhi!

Lin Zhizhi turned around and dodges lightly with Ling Yunbu, and the fist smashed the place where he was standing—strangely, there was also a sound of gold and jade colliding.

This made Lin Zhizhi suddenly realize that Jin Yu's Body Shattering Fist is Wu Zun Haotian's famous stunt.

He had met Haotian once, at that time Haotian had become a monk in the Nascent Soul stage, known for his physical violence.That time when Haotian competed with a swordsman, the swordsman's spirit sword cut iron like mud, but when it collided with Haotian's fist, it was this sword that was broken first--the complete body of the golden and jade body-shattering fist, which is the same as the current refining sword. The power displayed by Haotian, who came to enter the Wanjian Cave in the Qi stage, is completely different, but for Lin Zhizhi, who is also in the same Qi refining stage, it is equally terrifying.

Because this is the prototype of a supreme martial art in the future.

Lin Zhizhi licked the dust splashed to the corner of his mouth, only to feel excited.

Fighting against the powerhouses of youth, this is really——

A good opportunity that can't be asked for.