Chapter 72: I really want to hold on to you.

What's more, a rumor that "he didn't know how to confuse Real Man Qinghuo, but was actually an unexpected liar who wanted to come to my sect to get a share of the pie." The rumor spread among the low-level disciples of Qingfeng Sect.
Zongmen are very exclusive. Because in the Danyan occasion, an outsider was needed, which was an insult to all the disciples in the sect. Tell them clearly, "You are just not as good as an outsider."
Compared with the emotionally low-level disciples, the elders waited at the door gracefully, and they gave the true face of Qinghuo.
Qing Fengzong is now one of the twelve sects of Tianyun, the topmost existence on the Yuntian Continent, and the sect is extremely beautiful. There is a statue of a green phoenix standing at the door. It is said that this is the spiritual pet of the founder of the school, who has rescued the sect from danger several times, and still contains the feathers of the true phoenix. The entire Qingfengzong was built on a huge flying spirit weapon, suspended high in the air overlooking the earth.
When Lin Zhizhi jumped off the blue bird with ease, most of the elders' first impressions were actually very good.
The young man was in white clothes, with long hair neatly tied behind his head, and the same black eyes made his skin white. His facial features are as delicate as a person walking out of ink painting, and his posture is upright like a long sword.
Master Qinghuo took him and his disciples to greet the elders of Qing Fengzong one by one-there were those who opposed Lin Zhizhi, and some were on his side. When dealing with his old friends, his handshake would appear a little more enthusiastic, and he also greeted Lin Zhizhi to shout, clearly showing his attitude, as kind as Lin Zhizhi is his new disciple.
Under the leadership of the elder, Lin Zhizhi could barely remember these elders.
After the initial greetings, Lin Zhizhi was taken by Yan Lei to the house he was about to live in - while the real person Qinghuo stayed to "discuss" with these elders.
True person Qinghuo nominally said that he was responsible for tracing people, but the real decision-making power remained in the hands of the head. If he finds someone who is uncontroversial, such as Elder Elder and other famous grandmasters, forget it. His final decision is an unnamed casual cultivator.
No matter how good looks and temperament is, he is a casual cultivator! Still a young casual repair! Can Qinghuo's old eyes dim?
How can we not let the elders who oppose him grab the handle?
In this regard, the true man Qinghuo said frankly: "The battle between the alchemy and the way, without saying more, can be divided into a direct contest."
Just like the disputed chief disciple is determined by a contest, the level of the alchemist is also easy to judge-don't you believe it? Then get someone from you to try it out! Strength is the best gag order.
Taking a few steps back, Lin Zhizhi was just a passerby to him. If Lin Zhizhi really loses, it can only mean that going to Dan Yan is also a shame, and it is better to give way to others.
Even after learning that the other elders had found some representative figures of the Alchemy Dao with a face and a face-far more famous than Zhou Qi, the true man Qinghuo still had a little unreasonable confidence in Lin Zhizhi.
Although placed on the same balance, the two are not at the same level.
Master Peng Yunqi, who used to make 90% of the fusion of heaven pill, and now Keqing who has made the alchemy building, waits for the idlers to ask the other party to create a kind of pill, and he has been trained by the master alchemist himself. Master Anping, who had saved a city of people... and, the unnamed San Xiu Lin Zhizhi.
The last one is a name that even sounds funny.
So after entering Qingfengzong, Lin Zhizhi declined the invitation of the other elders, and stayed alone in the door of the room, waiting for the competition that Real Man Qinghuo said. Except for the real person Qinghuo who would personally explain his understanding of the alchemy to him, and resolve some of Lin Zhizhi's doubts about the alchemy and alchemy, only Yan Lei occasionally came to chat with him.
Every time he came, Yan Lei was very angry, and put down the sword behind his back and slapped it on the table: "They haven't seen you before, how can they say that about you?"
Lin Zhizhi was very calm about this. He was turning over a copy of Alchemy, and the tea in front of him was filled with warmth. It seemed indifferent to say more leisurely, his voice suddenly approached and suddenly farther away: "I can understand this."
Yan Lei wanted to vent his anger again, but looking at the other person's concentration, he was too embarrassed to disturb him again-after sitting alone for a short time, he moved his on the chair awkwardly, like Yan Lei There was a needle prick, he immediately jumped up, saying that something happened and ran away.
Lin Zhizhi stopped, put down the book weakly, and sighed while looking at the sword lying in front of him. The black-haired boy got up and picked up the sword that was wrapped in layers of cloth, and chased it out.
In Lin Zhizhi's philosophy, as a sword repairer, the sword is a very precious companion. No matter what, you should take it with you.
Only this time he had just walked out of the small courtyard where he lived alone, and a group of low-level disciples had been informed by the lookout and rushed to block Lin Zhizhi.
Young Master Lin has never experienced what it's like to be hated by everyone since he was a child. Although they knew that these people didn't like him, they really faced such a group of disciples of Qingfengzong who looked forward to them. He can come right away when he leaves the yard—he can hardly tell whether this group of people loves deeply or hates them.
Each of the disciples in front of him surrounded him with a "favorable index of 0 and an attitude of hatred."
Although in the process of confrontation between the two sides, many people's favorability index jumped wildly, increasing by five or fifty from time to time.
In the minds of these low-level disciples, such a liar with a reputation should be sly and sneaky. At this moment, I saw a real black-haired beauty standing in front of him, almost failing to match the person with the impression.
#论颜值的韵#
#有话说的好，人是颜控的#
Some are not determined and young, and are already looking for excuses to justify him-maybe they were forced by the elder Qinghuo? Maybe people's alchemy techniques are as good as looks?
The disciple headed by this group of people reacted first, squinting his eyes and confirming his identity doubtfully: "Are you Lin Zhizhi?"
Lin Zhizhi met his gaze and nodded.
This disciple's willpower is still very strong. He didn't blush directly when facing Lin Zhizhi. He just moved his eyes away a little: "I want to tell you clearly, if it wasn't because the big brother was tricked by the villain, I'm Qingfeng Zong will never invite an outsider to come here! We have seen a lot of foreign liars like you, and those who are more acquainted will leave soon. Our reputation will never allow outsiders to blaspheme!"
When he said the first few words, he stumbled a bit, and in the end, he became proud of his small chest.
Obviously, they all adore the so-called "big brother". After mentioning the big brother, the low-level disciples behind him all showed respect.
Generally speaking, major disciples always have some inexplicable sense of superiority to outsiders. Many disciples don't really value outsiders. The low-level disciples of Qing Fengzong came to Lin Zhizhi for a very simple purpose. They were to give him a sack, so that he could understand that the status of the senior brother could not be replaced.
In order to achieve this goal, they specially brought Qingfengzong's unique spirit tools. Crushing the pill of desire and putting it into the magic weapon can form a huge net cover, trapping the enemy in this illusion. Generally speaking, no matter how powerful a man, his desire is a girl, and he will change in the illusion. Show the ugly side.
Lin Zhizhi didn't know these things. When the leading disciple took out the magic weapon and shot a pink light, he could only create an aura defensive barrier subconsciously - but the airflow formed by the pill of desire could penetrate the aura and penetrate directly from the skin.
Seeing that Lin Zhizhi was about to be recruited, a special aura burst out of nowhere, enveloping the pink airflow formed by Yu Dan, and stopped just an inch in front of the black-haired boy.
In the eyes of outsiders, it was Lin Zhizhi who was prepared early and used some unknown means in advance to cut off skin contact.
Only Lin Zhizhi knew from the bottom of his heart that this power came from outsiders - even in his heart he knew who did it.
Because of the Sky Floating Secret Realm, Lin Zhizhi was very familiar with the power of magic repair. And that aura, in addition to removing the traces of magic repair, was deliberately flirting, and it dissipated after a stroke of his lips.
Canglun!
He actually followed the Twelve Sects of Tianyun!
Those disciples looked at each other, surprisingly, Lin Zhizhi could not be recruited.
The black-haired young man's face was as sinking as water, and all the anger that Cang Lun had just molested was sent to these disciples. He didn't need to ask the fairy sword, but held onto Yan Lei's sword. This sword can only be said to be "barely shaped like a sword", and the outer layer has a cloth strip. But when Lin Zhizhi took it like this, he just showed off the aura of a divine sword.
The sword body turned in the air, and the huge spiritual pressure in the later stage of the foundation construction drove the smooth sword body.
These disciples obviously did not expect that Lin Zhizhi would suddenly come and beat the disciples of Qing Fengzong in the Qingfengzong territory! Some people who didn't have time to react were swept to the ground by a sword, and even if a disciple offered a magic weapon to protect Lin Zhizhi, he couldn't resist it and had to bow to the sword repair force.
"Aw--" A sharp bird song interrupted Lin Zhizhi, causing his sword to stop at the tip of the head's disciple's nose. The disciple watched his nose and nose, but he did not dare to lift his head, for fear that the demon who resembled a fairy in front of him would shake his hand and pierce his head directly even though he was only facing a cloth sword.
Lin Zhizhi raised his head and saw that in the marginal area of ​​Qingfengzong, a huge phantom of Qingfeng screamed directly at his position. Accompanied by this cry, the entire sect seemed to have been alarmed, and elder disciples continued to rise into the air, condescendingly searching for the danger of triggering the spirit of Qingfeng.
Lin Zhizhi was a little dazed: "..."
Wait, has my swordsmanship changed so much? ! Can Dute motivate Qingfengzong's guardian formation? ! This is obviously just a combination of basic swordsmanship with some of his understanding of sword formation...Huh?
Looking back, Lin Zhizhi himself overturned this narcissistic idea. It was about that Canglun's whereabouts were finally discovered, one of the twelve sects of Tianyun was no more than Biyunmen, among which there were countless capable people.
"Lin Zhizhi? Why are you here?" The howling of Qingfeng almost moved the entire sect, which naturally made Yan Lei run out from nowhere to find out. He saw the tragic situation here at a glance—a group of low-level disciples were paralyzed on the ground, while Lin Zhizhi stood out from the crowd, with long gowns flying, and it happened to face the Qingfeng phantom.
Lin Zhizhi turned around, retracted the cloth sword, and handed it back to Yan Lei naturally, "You have forgotten this, I will hand it to you."
Calmly like the pile of Qingfengzong disciples at his feet is not a human being, just a pile of small potatoes growing in the soil.
"Are they—?" Yan Lei tremblingly took over his baby cloth sword and asked the little potatoes.
They are all from the same sect as Yan Lei, and they live in Qingfeng Sect again, so they have to show some face...
So the young master of the Lin family said in a face-saving manner: "They came to me, and we discussed it."
#恩，交识#
# One-to-two dozen people's study#
"..."
Yan Lei was silent for a while, but didn't blame anything. It was just that suddenly, as if thinking of something, he took a closer look at the injuries of the group of disciples-basically they were all small wounds wounded by sword qi, and there was no real fatal point. He grabbed Lin Zhizhi's sleeve and asked, "You did it? You... how can you use a sword? Are you not a pharmacist!"
Sword Qi is definitely not something a novice can use. What's more, looking at the appearance of Lin Zhizhi when he came, the weapon he used was only his own cloth sword-capable of urging so much sword energy, this was almost the prototype of the sword formation!
Lin Zhizhi frowned and looked at his paws, grabbing a sweat-stained fold on his sleeve, and using his index and middle fingers to pinch his wrist and move it away: "Well, I am a pharmacist, and I can also be a sword repairman. The two do not conflict."
Yan Lei:? ? ? (Afraid.jpg)
--Yes! It does not conflict! You can learn as many subjects as you want, but-but you can't learn all so well, right? ! I won’t mention the level of refining medicine, it is enough to participate in the pill feast, so how can Kendo go? ? How does this make him live?
"You... tell me honestly, how far has your sword been repaired?"
Lin Zhizhi's eyes lit up: "Do you want to know?"
"Yes..." Yan Lei looked at Lin Zhizhi's expression, suddenly feeling a little nervous, "You look a little excited."
"Oh, no, your illusion." Lin Zhizhi coughed to cover up his excitement of having been busy refining medicine recently and hadn't touched his sword for a long time. "If you want to know, we will fight a game? I will tell you whether you win or lose. ."
Yan Lei looked a little moved, but looking at the group of little potatoes, thinking that if he also lost to Lin Zhizhi in the field of kendo, he would not be able to lift his head in this life (...). He hesitated and shook his head: "Forget it, you can't delay your refining medicine."
After saying this, he immediately turned his head and cared about the little potatoes, and completely cut off Lin Zhizhi's thoughts that he wanted to lobby him: "Get up! There is nothing wrong with you? You came here to bully people and were given a pot of food?! I didn’t even arrive at the foundation building, who led the way? If I tell the law enforcement elders, you will wait for a month of confinement!" He said viciously, kicked the leading little potato and stepped on the compass. The force crushed it.
The leading disciple watched the compass he had spent a huge amount of sect contribution value turned into pieces, and wiped the blood on his cheeks with his sleeve. He got up from the ground and moved his away from Lin Zhizhi with a horrified look.
Lin Zhizhi saw that the favorability rating on the small potato head changed to [index 30, attitude is afraid]-can we increase favorability rating after being beaten? What a strange group of people.
Young Master Lin thought in wonder.
After solving the group of low-level disciples who came for trouble, Yan Lei explained to the black-haired teenager with embarrassment: "They are not actually against you. It's just that the big brother who was going to attend the Dan Banquet was severely injured by an ambush during an outing. I haven’t recovered yet. Let alone alchemy, even the use of spiritual energy is a problem. Apart from him, the other disciples of my Qingfeng Sect are not sure that they can keep the position of the Holy Sect. But these low-level disciples are not very acceptable... …"
Lin Zhizhi didn't let him finish speaking, and pointed to the faint Qingfeng and asked, "What's the matter?"
In the midair at this time, a middle-aged man had already come out to control the field, and the commotion was gradually subsided. Qing Fengzong returned to the tranquility of the past.
Yan Lei was also puzzled, and turned around to Lin Zhizhi: "I'll ask Master, I'll come to you later."
If it is Canglun--
Lin Zhizhi watched Yan Lei leave, returned to the room and picked up the book, but he could no longer read.
But if it was really Canglun, it would definitely not calm down so quickly--given the status and strength of Lord Demon Venerable, it is impossible to say which one was better than Dao Venerable. Xuanhua couldn't help the twelve sects to join forces, and Canglun had no reason to be weaker than him.
If it wasn't Canglun, who would it be?
Lin Zhizhi finally waited for the answer.
It was not dictated by Yan Lei, but came to look for him behind the real person Qinghuo. He was tall and handsome in black robes, and his presence could not be concealed by silence.
Yaxuan.
Lin Zhizhi is really dumbfounded this time.
Real Man Qinghuo pushed open the door and greeted Lin Zhizhi first, and then reluctantly pointed to Lin Zhizhi with a bit of sullenness: "He forcibly broke into Qingfengzong, and he almost came in when he was discovered. It's—this matter has even attracted the real head teacher. When I rushed away, he was almost imprisoned in the dungeon. I had spent a lot of time, and I also provoked the head of the Biyun Sect. He didn’t want to It was only after losing this disciple that this matter was clarified."
"Why is he here?" Lin Zhizhi asked in surprise.
"He said he's here to see you, and he has something to tell you." The real person Qinghuo was really a little angry this time.
If it hadn't been for Lin Zhizhi's genius and Biyun's head to have some friendship with him, he wouldn't even try to save Yaxuan.
Want to see you, won't you just walk in and beg to see you? Want to break into the guardian formation and sneak in? ! What do you think of Qingfengzong?
Moral Qinghuo flicked his long sleeves and walked out of the door. When the door was closed, he made a loud noise because of too much force. He obviously didn't want to see Ya Xuan again.
The black-clothed boy coughed, his lips turned white, and he was unable to stand still. He could only lean against the wall, his appearance was very weak. At this time, Ya Xuan's blackening value has disappeared, and his favorability is [index 98, attitude is to want to see]... He lowered his head and did not look at the other party.
Lin Zhizhi looked at him for a long time, but finally sighed and motioned to him: "Sit down first."
Ya Xuan did not move at all, as if he hadn't heard anything.
"What did you want to say when you came to me?" Lin Zhizhi saw that his oily and salty appearance didn't enter, so he didn't force it, so he went straight to the topic.
"I lied." This was the first sentence Yaxuan said. It looked like he was injured, and his voice was trembling, but he coughed several times in just one sentence.
"……what?"
"I didn't take the initiative to look for you, I... My original intention was to wait for you to be found after you have been trained." Ya Xuan said intermittently. He leaned against the wall, even if the shadow completely covered him, he could still see the pale blood loss. "Ah, I don’t have the impression of coming by myself. It’s like I slept and appeared here after sleepwalking. But I can’t say that, no one will believe it, so I said I have something to find out. you."
These words were like a bolt from the blue sky, making Lin Zhizhi string Cang Lun's words together.
Yaxuan, a newcomer who has just stepped into the road of cultivation, how can he activate even the most primitive guardian formation? He will be near the door because he is not going to come in, but wants to go out, but he has self-awareness halfway through. How did Cang Lun know that Lin Zhizhi's charming physique had happened in front of Ya Xuan? Maybe because he is there.
Is it... Or is it just pure mind manipulation? Divide?
Lin Zhizhi asked solemnly: "Have you ever felt other people in your body? Or has there been a similar incident today? Losing control of your body or something?"
Although Ya Xuan didn't know much about the common sense of the cultivation world, any normal person would know that something like this was a big problem. He recalled carefully, and finally replied with some uncertainty: "I'm not sure, this time it is the most obvious."
Another time was that time when he was drunk. He also appeared in front of Lin Zhizhi after he was sober. At that time, he thought it was his drunkenness.
A wry, dry smile appeared on the boy's lips.
Lin Zhizhi didn't care about Yaxuan's mood at this time, but affirmed that Lord Demon Venerable had been staying in the small Biyun Gate. It was not a pre-plan, but a last resort.
For example... There were some errors in the exercises that caused Canglun to be inseparable from Yaxuan?
Lin Zhizhi vaguely felt that he was very close to the truth of the matter-only hope that the truth would not be as cruel as he thought.
The black-haired boy put away the emotions in his eyes, took out a bottle of self-refined healing medicine from Qiankun Ring, and threw it to Yaxuan: "Healing medicine."
Then he thought of the places injured by those powerful shots, definitely not just his body, so he took out a few bottles of pill pill and threw them to the opponent. This time Lin Zhizhi didn't even bother to say anything, and raised his chin to signal him to eat.
Ya Xuan didn't move at first, and the hand holding the medicine bottle was very hard, and the cyan blood vessels spurted: "It's still only you."
"……what?"
"You are still the only one who can reach out at a time like me."
The moment Yaxuan raised his head, the favorability on the top of his head changed to [Yaxuan, favorability index of 100, attitude of wanting to hug]...
The hand that would stretch out no matter how difficult or frustrated he was, he still wanted to hold on tightly anyway, and then hugged it in his arms.