In the Jiangnan Army Camp, the old scholar Lin Sheng is practicing martial arts.
The power of yin and yang flows within his body.
"Shaoyang Zhenqi, another magical skill is the Shaoyin Sutra Zhenqi!"
Wang Yi instantly understood the direct lineage of the old scholar Lin Sheng.
The old scholar Lin Sheng really has great luck, which is more than ten times stronger than when they first met.
The luck of the old scholar is real luck, and cannot be compared to that of Destiny's Son.
"Lin Sheng!"
call!
Lin Sheng opened his eyes.
There was excitement in his eyes.
He immediately came outside.
He saw that person, the young man in green shirt.
"gentlemen!"
Lin Sheng still didn't know who the person in front of him was, but the other party gave him a chance.
Wang Yiyuan looked into the distance and asked Lin Sheng calmly: "Lin Sheng, do you want to be the emperor?"
Lin Sheng was startled and replied respectfully: "Sir, I have thought about it before, but it is too difficult. I only hope that the war can end, the people can return to their ancestral land, the land of China can recuperate, and the world can be at peace!"
Peace in the world seems simple, but in fact it is very difficult!
Too many people want to start a war for profit!
Especially those who control big forces.
No war, no killing, they can't make a profit!
They want to suck the blood of ordinary people and maintain a luxurious life.
He even sucked the blood of ordinary people and practiced evil arts!
"Sir, what do you call me?"
"Wang Yi!" Wang Yi didn't hide anything.
The old scholar Lin Sheng's eyes widened.
The name Wang Yi is so famous.
Wang Yi, the master of Zhonghua Pavilion, is the best person in the world.
Could it be that the person in front of me is the best person in the world?
"You are the master of the Chinese Pavilion!"
"good."
The old scholar Lin Sheng took a deep breath and said, "Thank you, Master."
"You're welcome. Seeing that your strength is good, I don't need to worry, the master of this pavilion. If the world wants peace, it depends on you."
Wang Yi also hopes that the world will stabilize.
The people of China are so miserable and tired!
If you don't have the ability, then there's no need to say more.
If you have some ability, of course you can contribute!
As for what happens in the future, that depends on the future.
"Pavilion Master, how can this old man have this ability!" Lin Shengxin had some strength but not enough.
There are too many powerful forces in this world, and he is no match for them.
He was able to take over Kyoto only because of the game between the major forces.
It would be easy for powerful people to kill him.
"You have it. As long as you want peace in the world, whoever dares to stop him will have this pavilion master destroy his entire clan." Wang Yi's words were calm and without any disturbance.
The old scholar Lin Sheng was greatly shocked.
Only the best person in the world dares to say this.
For others, who dares to say.
Even the elders and disciples of the top ten sects in the world dare not say this.
For a time, the old scholar Lin Sheng was extremely ambitious, "Pavilion Master, I must do my best to protect and govern the people and restore peace to China!"
Wang Yi nodded slightly and took out the Sky Sword from the jade bottle.
This is the sword of the Northwest King. It was once the emperor's sword of the Dayuan Dynasty. After the Northwest King died, he took this Sky Sword with him.
"Lin Sheng, this is the Sky Sword, which seals huge power. One day, if you can release the seal, you will be able to exert your ultimate power."
There is a difference between divine weapons and magic weapons.
The magic weapon is basically sealed, the master's cultivation level increases, and the power exerted by the magic weapon increases rapidly.
Demonic soldiers are more terrifying than divine weapons. The master can practice with the help of demonic soldiers. If one is not good enough, he may even be controlled by demonic soldiers.
In short, practicing magic skills is much faster than practicing magical skills.
"Pavilion Master, I want to join the Chinese Pavilion!"
Lin Sheng practiced the first skill, which was rewarded by Wang Yi. When he learned that the person in front of him was the master of the Zhonghua Pavilion, his heart was touched.
Others thought that Wang Yi killed innocent people indiscriminately just to steal the skills.
He knew Wang Yi's intention in establishing Zhonghua Pavilion.
The world is at peace and the people live and work in peace and contentment.
Joining this sect is his lifelong wish.
"Okay, Lin Sheng, the master of this pavilion agrees that you join the Chinese Pavilion, and you will be the great elder of the Chinese Pavilion!"
Lin Sheng had only been practicing for a few years, and he was already a junior master. He understood the way of yin and yang, and the great master was not far away.
"Thank you, Pavilion Master!" Lin Sheng, an old scholar, was overjoyed.
"Don't make this relationship public for the time being, otherwise, those big sects won't let you go!"
It is impossible for Wang Yi to guard the old scholar all the time.
The old scholar Lin Sheng nodded solemnly.
Whoosh!
Wang Yi left.
The old scholar Lin Sheng's eyes became firmer, "Zhonghua Pavilion, Zhonghua, I, Lin Sheng, must restore peace to China, China!"
Imperial Mausoleum in the eastern suburbs of Kyoto.
Here, it has long been dilapidated.
In the clouds, two women were sitting cross-legged.
Most people can't see them at all, let alone their true colors.
Wang Yi can clearly see the true face of Fairy Yunmeng, which is probably nine points better than the legendary fairy.
Her beauty is as ethereal as clouds, and can only be dreamed of.
The flower fairy is surrounded by petals.
Those petals are still the most terrifying hidden weapon in the world when they cover up the true appearance of the Flower Fairy.
"Two fairies, when are you going to go down?" Wang Yi sent a message.
"Tomorrow, on the night of the full moon, the Broken Dragon Stone will be opened!" Fairy Yunmeng said.
Wang Yi sat and waited.
after one day.
In the sky, the full moon shines high.
Wang Yi took the lead in entering the underground imperial tomb.
Phew!
Fairy Baihua and Fairy Yunmeng arrived underground in an instant.
Their speed is like the wind.
The scent of flowers entered Wang Yi's nose.
This fragrance can detoxify hundreds of poisons and help people realize enlightenment.
The underground imperial tomb was in darkness.
This place has been visited countless times.
The ancient battlefield is under the underground Huangling Tomb.
Fairy Yunmeng waved her slender hand, and a large hole opened in the passage ahead.
The earth was pitch black.
"Pavilion Master, the ancient battlefield is thousands of feet underground and can only be entered through the entrance of the Imperial Tomb in the Eastern Suburbs!"
Fairy Yunmeng explained it and was the first to jump into the black hole.
Fairy Baihua jumped into it second.
Her true appearance was still shrouded in flowers.
Wang Yi followed closely behind.
Free fall motion.
Three hundred feet deep, Wang Yi noticed a terrifying force brewing underground, and his strength was suppressed by 10%25.
Wang Yi slowed down.
After almost a quarter of an hour, the three of them landed.
It's so dark here.
The wind roared.
Underground, wind actually appeared.
To the west, there is darkness.
"Pavilion Master, we are at the entrance. No matter where we go, we will enter the ancient battlefield. Once we enter, our strength will be suppressed by more than 70%25. Those weird things will attack us as soon as they find our aura. This time we The target is the place where Xiaoyaozi and Demon Lord have a decisive battle. After taking those treasures, we will retreat immediately." Fairy Yunmeng explained the matter.
She was worried that Wang Yi Lianzhan was not joking here.
"Okay!" Wang Yi has a good habit of listening to other people's suggestions.
Of course, bad advice will result in death!
The three of them took three steps forward and passed through a barrier.
Buzz!
Wang Yi seemed to have traveled through time and space and came to another world.
"Pavilion Master, this is a huge formation that seals the ancient battlefield. In fact, it is not much different from the situation outside!"
There's really no difference.
The pressure here is more than thirty times that of outside.
When the Grandmaster comes here, he can’t fly at all.
Fairy Yunmeng began to speed up.
Wang Yi and Baihua Fairy were walking, always nine feet away from Fairy Yunmeng.
In the darkness, the wind blew loudly.
Penetrate to the bone!
Underground, the sound of crawling and crawling makes people's hair stand on end!
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