Advance communication trial

  Lin Feng settled down his three apprentices and flew towards Mount Hengyue alone, waving the Black Cloud Flag.

  From a distance, I saw in the sky a centipede about 100 meters long. The centipede was entirely black and flew through the dark clouds with thunderous sounds, circling above Mount Hengshan with an air of arrogance.

  Then, a purple sword light shot up from the main peak of Mount Hengyue, transformed into a dragon-shaped light shadow in the air, and let out a loud roar towards Wugong.

  The centipede then retracted its momentum, carrying a group of Xuan Dao Zong cultivators on its back, and landed on Mount Heng.

  Most of the people from Hengyue Sect were attracted by the centipede, and Lin Feng easily climbed up the mountain again.

  The leader of the Xuan Dao Sect was an old man with a white beard, whose cultivation was in the middle of the Foundation Building stage. He had a very affable and amiable demeanor, and his laughter echoed through the air: "Fellow daoists, this time Mount Heng has produced quite a few talented youngsters."

  The founder of the Hengyue Sect, Yuan Ying, has gone to the Void Battlefield for hundreds of years without any news. The Golden Elixir ancestors in the sect are all in seclusion, and the current leader of the Hengyue Sect is a middle-aged cultivator who has just completed his foundation building.

  For the praise of the old man with a white beard, the leader of the Hengyue School was repeatedly polite, and the atmosphere between the two sides was extremely harmonious.

  Lin Feng couldn't help but secretly sneer, knowing that this harmonious and friendly atmosphere wouldn't last for much longer.

  Xuan Dao Zong Yuandao is a guest and was arranged to rest in the guest room first. Three days later, the exchange competition between the two factions' disciples officially began.

  The disciples participating in the trial are basically at the Qi-practicing level, and since Lin Feng arrived in this world, the Taoist techniques and divine abilities he has come into contact with are all of a relatively high level. As a result, the techniques and martial arts used by the two sects' disciples in their trial by combat do not spark much interest in Lin Feng.

  His attention was divided between hiding his own tracks and keeping an eye on Wang Lin.

  At this time, Wang Lin had only been a disciple for a few days and was just a nominal disciple. No one taught him any skills or techniques, and all he did on the mountain were odd jobs.

  But Lin Feng faintly felt a trace of spiritual energy fluctuations on Wang Lin, although extremely weak, far from reaching the first layer of Qi training, but on Wang Lin's body, it was indeed the beginning sign of drawing in air.

  Lin Feng was amazed in his heart: "Wang Lin's potential is indeed astonishing, but after all, his roots are relatively poor, even lower than the average level. He belongs to the type that rises with a strong finish, and shouldn't have made progress so quickly when he just started practicing?"

  Wang Lin was following a middle-aged cultivator in an orderly manner, carefully watching the martial arts competition that had already begun on the stage. His figure fell among the crowd and was completely inconspicuous.

  Lin Feng's gaze shifted to the middle-aged cultivator in front of Wang Lin: "Actually, he has already taken a master? That means this person has transmitted his Dao to him, but it shouldn't be that fast." This middle-aged cultivator himself was only at the 8th layer of Qi Refining, and at his age, he had reached this level, basically having no potential left to tap, and succeeding in building his foundation would already be a great achievement for this lifetime.

  "It seems that this Lin really got some kind of strange encounter, not a rare treasure or divine artifact, but just an old man." Lin Feng's face turned gloomy, and this time he was not only surpassed by the Hengyue Sect in speed, but even the position of the old man was snatched away.

  Lin Feng thought to himself, if his guess was correct, with Pu Bei Zi backing him up, the Xuan Dao Sect would likely take over the mountain gate of the Heng Yue Sect. The Heng Yue Sect's reputation would inevitably plummet and its cohesion would also weaken.

  Originally not valued, now with his own strange encounter, Wang Lin might thus depart from the Hengyue Sect.

  Adding to his current unimpressive appearance, Pu Beizong and Xuan Daozong probably wouldn't take a liking to him either.

  Lin Feng's most important competitor was that old man who suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

  "I wonder how much strength that old devil has left?" Lin Feng let out a long sigh, he had already made up his mind.

  Fight old grandfather, rob Wang Lin!

  This apprentice is settled then.

  At this time, the competition between the two factions' disciples had also reached a white-hot stage. A Hengyue faction disciple took the upper hand, forcing a Xuan Dao sect disciple to reluctantly take out a yellow paper-like artifact to resist.

  A disciple of Hengyue Sect shot out two white lights from his sleeves, quickly circled in mid-air and struck the opponent with a swift and fierce blow.

  Xuan Dao Zong's younger brother let out a miserable laugh, he had used all his energy to resist the opponent's previous attack and no longer had the strength to withstand this second wave of attacks.

  At this moment, in the crowd of Xuan Dao Zong disciples below the stage, someone suddenly let out a cold snort, and then a black light burst out, directly intercepting the two white lights in mid-air, shattering them with one twist.

  A crowd of Hengyue Sect disciples shouted in anger, while the disciple of Xuan Dao Sect who had made the move sneered and jumped onto the stage. Looking at the Hengyue Sect disciples below, he said proudly: "All of you Hengyue Sect Qi-training period disciples come up together, I am enough to handle all of you!"

  The Hengyue Sect elders who were watching from the sidelines also turned gloomy and looked towards the white-bearded old man leading the Xuan Dao Sect.

  The old man stroked his beard, cleared his throat and said: "This time, let's just decide the outcome with one person. If anyone among you, the disciples of Hengyue Sect, can hold on for ten seconds without losing, then your Hengyue Sect wins!"

  He paused for a moment, then smiled and said: "There's something I'd like to take this opportunity to clarify. If my Suspended Path Sect wins today's competition, in addition to the previous rewards, I'll add one more condition - Mount Hengyue will have to borrow from my Suspended Path Sect for 500 years!"

  Lin Feng heard what he said and silently laughed: "It's coming, it's coming, it's here!"

  The faces of all the Hengyue Sect cultivators changed slightly, and the sect master narrowed his eyes: "Fellow Daoist, are you joking?"

  The old man with a white beard smiled but didn't answer. He turned to the arrogant Xuan Dao sect disciple on the stage and said, "Undo the seal."

  He heard the words and opened his collar, revealing a talisman paper. He took down the talisman paper and suddenly exerted force, displaying the great perfection of the Qi Refining stage.

  But what really caught their attention was that talisman paper. All the disciples of the Hengyue Sect's foundation-building period were shocked when they saw it.

  The old man with a white beard said faintly, "Fellow Taoist, you've also seen the paper charm. The power emitted from it is not something that our ancestor from the Yuan Ying period can create. To be honest, our Xuan Dao Sect's Pu Bei Zi Ancestor has returned from the Void Battlefield... He brought back news that both of your Heng Yue Sect's ancestors have fallen."

  "I'm letting you off easy because of our past friendship, so I didn't take advantage of the situation. This time, if the Hengyue Sect wins, then this matter will be settled. My words have been passed on, Huang Long fellow daoist, let's continue the trial!"

  It turns out that the strongest Qi-refining disciples of the Hengyue Sect are only at the tenth level of Qi-refining, and even if several people join forces, they are not a match for the suspended Daoist disciple who has achieved great perfection in Qi-refining.

  Lin Feng smiled very treacherously, and he vaguely thought that if it weren't for his Nine Revolutions Flame Soul Pill helping Pu Beizi recover from his injuries ahead of time, this exchange might not have taken place so early.

  If this isn't done ahead of time, this exchange trial is very likely to become the first battle in the legendary road for young master Wang Lin's rise.

  When the opponent is arrogant and domineering to the extreme, a slap in the face will shock the entire audience, and then set foot on one's own broad road.

  What a perfect script?

  But now the trial is being held ahead of schedule, and Wang Lin has just started to absorb the energy into his body, not even reaching the first layer of Qi Refining, how can he possibly control the turbulent flow?

  As expected, this exchange trial was a foregone conclusion, and the Hengyue Sect suffered a crushing defeat. The disciples of the Hengyue Sect looked on with bitter resentment as their opponents departed triumphantly.

  News of Yuan Yao's Lao Zu's fall was like a huge boulder weighing heavily on everyone's heart.

  Wang Lin blended into the crowd, his expression indignant and yet helpless.

  His eyes were extremely complex, and he subconsciously touched his own abdomen, his heart's desire for power growing stronger.

  Holding onto a glimmer of hope, the Hengyue faction did not move out immediately, but what they waited for was despair.

  Five days later, dark clouds enveloped the top of Mount Hengyue, and a rumbling sound like thunder shook the sky.

  "I'm Pu Beizhong, and all you young folks from the Hengyue Sect get out of here!"