Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

Time passes, and months pass by in an instant.

At this time, deep in the western mountains of Yunmeng Mountain.

Baiqiaoyuan is located in a valley surrounded by mountains on all sides.

Thousands of Baiqiaoyuan disciples wearing Taoist robes of various colors gathered here.

At one end of the square, dozens of people were standing conspicuously in front of thousands of disciples.

Among them, there are seven or eight cultivators who are at the Jindan stage, and dozens of men and women behind them are at the foundation-building stage.

"coming!"

At this moment, a soft cry was heard from a distance, followed by a disciple shouting excitedly.

Such a commotion immediately attracted all the monks present.

Then, colorful spots of light were seen flashing in the distant sky from time to time, flying quickly from far away.

"This is the Ancient Sword Sect's team. They all use swords to fly."

Someone shouted again.

Hearing this, the crowd became even more agitated, and many people pointed at the light spots with different expressions.

"Silence! How can this be so disgraceful? Do you want the other two sects to laugh at our Baiqiao Academy?"

A burly Jindan cultivator standing at the front had a gloomy expression and glared at everyone.

These words echoed throughout the entire venue, causing all the disciples present to shut up immediately and fall silent in an instant.

at the same time.

A group of monks from the Ancient Sword Sect have already flown over the square.

"I never thought that Brother Fu would come to meet us in person. I am flattered."

Among the monks of the Ancient Sword Sect, a short old man in his fifties or sixties flew out.

Next to him, there was a scholar in a green robe and a young woman in white standing side by side.

Both of them had smiles on their faces, and they looked like a pair of dual cultivation partners.

The other low-level cultivators from the Ancient Sword Sect also flew down one by one.

The old man surnamed Fu smiled slightly, and when he was about to speak, he suddenly looked up at the sky and exclaimed, "Look, the people from Luoyun Sect are coming!"

Hearing this, the people around looked up and saw a huge black spot approaching in the eastern sky.

"This is……"

The cultivator named Jiang from the Ancient Sword Sect raised his eyebrows, as if he had guessed what it was.

As the black shadow got closer, everyone finally saw its true face - it was a strange bird with a huge body and extremely fast flying speed.

There were many monks standing on the back of the bird, and it was obvious that they came here riding on this strange bird.

"Humph! The Luoyun Sect only has a strange species of Green Light Eagle that is worth showing off. It's just a level 5 monster!"

The monk surnamed Jiang looked at the big bird and said with a sour tone in his mouth.

The old man surnamed Fu and several other Jindan cultivators from Baiqiao Academy turned a blind eye and pretended not to hear what was said.

With the monks from the three sects gathered together, the next thing became much easier.

After the two factions were welcomed at Baiqiaoyuan.

Early in the morning of the second day, the competition officially began.

The competition is divided into three groups.

Each faction selected ten contestants to form a group with twenty disciples from the other two factions.

Each group will compete in pairs and only the top four will be selected.

Then the twelve disciples began to draw lots to decide the final winner and the top ten.

……

It is really boring to compete with those people in the Qi training and foundation building stages.

After Wang Lin successfully broke through the top ten with the talisman, he pretended to lose to a foundation-building cultivator.

In this sword-testing competition, Luoyun Sect had good luck.

Among the top ten disciples, four are considered the best in the three sects.

It’s just a pity that two of them had ulterior motives.

They are Wang Lin and Du Dong respectively.

As for the disciple who won the first place this time, it was a young man in black - Meng Di from the Ancient Sword Sect, who possessed the awe-inspiring "Nine Spirit Sword Body".

The "Nine Spirit Sword Body" is one of the three most recognized sword spiritual bodies in the world of immortal cultivation, and its reputation is well-deserved.

Wang Lin was still very curious about this physique.

So I found a chance to go forward and check out this special physique.

A crisp system prompt sound rang out.

"You can copy Meng Di's spiritual roots, physique, and storage bag. There is no limit to the number of times you can copy them!"

"Spiritual roots: gold and earth spiritual roots!"

"Physique: Nine Spirit Sword Body (Sword skills, power, training speed increased by three times.)"

"Storage bags!"

Hearing the system prompt sound coming from his ear, Wang Lin's heart moved slightly.

Sword cultivation is mainly focused on conquest and has great power.

Coupled with the special physique of the Nine Spirit Sword Body, it is almost invincible at the same level.

At this time, Wang Lin followed the other nine people and came to a stone house.

In the middle of the stone house is a teleportation array.

"Come up."

After the elder finished speaking, Wang Lin and his companions were surrounded and stepped onto the teleportation array.

"Buzz!"

As the buzzing sounds began, a stream of light quickly enveloped everyone.

……

After a moment of dizziness, Wang Lin opened his eyes again.

He had already appeared in a desolate pile of rocks filled with thick fog and humid air.

Wang Lin narrowed his eyes slightly and subconsciously released his spiritual sense to explore the place.

As the spiritual consciousness spread out dozens of feet, it was blocked by the restrictions set up in this area.

Wang Lin exerted a little force, and his spiritual sense easily penetrated the restrictions in this place and slowly spread out.

Although Wang Lin is a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, he is not afraid of the restrictions here.

However, the range of spiritual consciousness detection was still compressed a lot.

Even if one tries one's best to explore, one can only explore an area of ​​several hundred feet.

Seeing that they were all teleported over, the old man in gray stood up calmly.

He raised his hand and a yellow spell was cast, flying into the mist and disappearing without a trace.

Thick fog rolled up all around them, and then suddenly cleared in their direction.

Not far away, a moss-covered stone wall appeared, as if no one had ever been there.

"Listen carefully, because after the spiritual water is refined, it must be used to wash your eyes immediately, so you have this opportunity to enter the forbidden areas of the three sects."

"Otherwise, even I wouldn't be allowed to get close to this place."

The scholar surnamed Bai seemed to be very familiar with everything inside. Before the other two could say anything, he warned them in a cold voice:
"After you enter, you can only stay inside for one day and one night, and you must leave immediately the next day. There are many restrictions inside, and you are not allowed to wander in, otherwise you will bear the consequences."

At this time, the voice of the man who had transmitted the message came from the direction of the green stone wall.

"Alright. If you have anything to tell me, come inside and tell me. I'm going to open a hole in the formation for you."

As soon as the man surnamed Yue finished speaking, the stone wall began to shake and blur like the surface of water, and then a green light flashed in all directions, making it impossible to look directly at it.

After a moment, the green stone wall in front of him suddenly disappeared.

In its place was a huge stone door with two closed doors.

The stone gate was covered with dense talismans and incantations, and colorful spiritual lights were flashing continuously. It was unknown how many powerful restrictions had been placed on it.

Outside the stone gate, there are several layers of misty yellow light curtains that cover the door, making it impossible to touch the stone gate easily.

This shows how precious the Spirit Eye Tree is to these people.

A monk in yellow robes stood in front of a huge rock with his hands behind his back.

The man was in his forties, with a pair of thick black eyebrows slightly raised, and a shockingly fierce look on his face. "Haha, it seems that Senior Brother Tie's 'Ghost Art' has improved again. No wonder practicing beside the spiritual spring can achieve twice the result with half the effort."

The old man couldn't help but admire in a low voice when he saw the blue-robed monk surrounded by a ghostly aura.

Although his voice was small, it was extremely clear to the ears of the monk named Tie.

The blue-robed monk glanced at him and said in a cold tone:

"Humph, if you are willing to stay in seclusion here for decades, you will naturally gain some insights. I'm just afraid that I can't stand the loneliness."

Upon hearing this, the old man looked embarrassed.

"Alright, the formation was set up by several masters, and I can only activate it for a limited time, so hurry up."

As the blue-robed monk finished speaking, he flipped his right hand.

A blue jade talisman appeared in his hand.

He looked serious and chanted a spell.

Suddenly, a bright yellow light appeared above the token, followed by a yellow glow.

The light curtain behind him was like melting ice and snow, instantly revealing a huge passage several meters wide.

"Enter quickly, don't hesitate!"

When the Confucian scholar saw this, he urged loudly without thinking, and then turned into a long white rainbow and shot into the passage at a rapid speed.

Seeing this, Wang Lin quickly followed.

The passage is not long, about a hundred feet or so.

After a while, they arrived at a neat stone hall.

This hall is about fifty or sixty feet wide and seventy or eighty feet high, which is quite large.

In the middle of the stone hall, there is a green stone platform several feet in size, with ten vertical grooves crisscrossing each other.

It turned out to be a huge chessboard, with black and white chess pieces all over the board, and it seemed to have reached the most critical point.

On both sides of the chessboard, an old man and a young boy were sitting there, holding the black and white pieces in their hands.

The older one was a long-faced old man dressed in brocade clothes, who looked to be in his fifties.

The younger one was only seven or eight years old, with red lips and white teeth, like a reincarnated fairy child.

"Uncle Lan! Why are you here?"

When the monk surnamed Bai saw the boy, he suddenly cried out in surprise, then hurriedly stepped forward and paid homage.

"Uncle Lan?"

The gray-robed old man and the middle-aged monk from Baiqiao Academy were startled at first when they saw a strange boy here, but their expressions changed drastically when they heard the monk named Bai call them.

When he looked at the boy with pigtails, bare feet and gold rings on his hands, a legendary senior figure suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Juniors Du Hui and Yu Shan'an greet Senior Lan!"

The two were shocked and bowed without thinking.

Wang Lin raised his eyebrows and thought to himself, "This must be the Fire Dragon Boy. He really looks like a boy."

The reason why he looks like this is because he accidentally ate a strange fruit when he was young, and now he looks like a child.

This man is good at swordsmanship, and his sword energy turns into silk with extraordinary power.

If there is a chance, I would also like to learn this method of turning sword energy into silk.

"Get up. Can't you see that I am playing chess with my apprentice brother Hu?"

The Fire Dragon Boy had delicate skin and tender flesh, but his voice sounded old-fashioned. He scolded in a low voice:

"Be quiet. Wait until I finish playing chess before you tell me what you want to say."

Upon hearing this, these Jindan cultivators immediately bowed respectfully, not daring to express the slightest dissatisfaction.

The whole game of chess lasted for a quarter of an hour.

The long-faced old man pushed the chessboard aside and said respectfully:
"Senior Lan is a master in chess. I am no match for him. I have to admit defeat!"

When the boy heard this, a hint of joy appeared on his face, and he said: ""

"Okay, put away the chess pieces, we have to get down to business."

Then he twisted his tiny body and faced the monks who had been waiting for a long time, blinking his big black and white eyes a few times.

He scanned the faces of several Jindan stage cultivators one by one, and his gaze finally fell on the face of the Confucian scholar named Bai.

"Junior Brother Bai, how long have you joined the Ancient Sword Sect?" the boy asked slowly.

"It has been more than a hundred years since I entered the sect."

The monk surnamed Bai was stunned when he heard this and was a little confused, but he still answered honestly.

"More than a hundred years! It's really hard for you."

A strange look flashed across the boy's face, and he sighed softly.

"Uncle Master, what do you mean by this?"

The monk surnamed Bai's face changed slightly, but he immediately forced a smile and said.

"What do you mean? You are the last disciple of the master of the Haoran Pavilion of the righteous path, but you have been staying in our sect for such a long time."

"I wonder if you have ever thought about going back to see your master?"

The boy stared at the scholar and spoke in a cold voice.

After hearing what the boy said, the scholar named Bai's face turned extremely pale.

Hearing this, the gray-robed old man and the middle-aged monk from Baiqiao Academy looked at him in astonishment and subconsciously took a few steps away from the monk surnamed Bai.

"Friend Bai, is what Senior Lan said true?"

The middle-aged monk asked in disbelief.

"Since Master Uncle has already found out my past, it seems useless for Bai to deny it."

The scholar's expression changed slightly when he said the last word.

Suddenly, white light flashed around his body, and then he turned into a phantom and flew towards Wang Lin and others.

Wang Lin looked calm. He knew that the man was not targeting him, so he did not react at all and let him approach.

He grabbed with his right hand, and a white hand of light quickly dropped a disciple into the air.

This person is none other than Meng Di, the young man in black who possesses the Nine Spirit Sword Body.

In his opinion.

The Fire Dragon Boy will certainly have some reservations for Meng Di's sake.

"What are you going to do?"

Seeing this scene, the gray-robed old man and the middle-aged monk’s faces changed drastically. They cried out in surprise and wanted to take action.

Although Meng Di is a foundation-building cultivator, his aura is not weak.

He was not afraid at all. He swung his hand and released a sword energy, slashing towards the light hand.

It’s a pity that the gap between their strength and cultivation is too great.

No matter how the sword energy chopped, it couldn't hurt at all.

Just as Meng Di was about to be caught, the Fire Dragon Boy took action.

"uh-huh!"

The monk surnamed Bai groaned, and then his body trembled and he collapsed to the ground.

The huge hand of light also turned into a ball of bright light, as if it had never appeared.

The boy rubbed his hands expressionlessly, stared coldly at the monk surnamed Bai, and said indifferently:

"Although you have mastered the 'Taibai Qi Transformation Hand' to perfection, you are still far from being able to show it off in front of me."

Wang Lin narrowed his eyes and stared at the Fire Dragon Boy, muttering in his heart: "This boy's sword energy turning into silk is really extraordinary. If it weren't for me, others really wouldn't be able to tell how he did it."

"Master, imprison him in the Dragon Cave first, but don't take his life yet!"

"He's still useful."

The boy turned sideways and spoke to the long-faced old man who was playing chess with him behind him.

The long-faced old man's heart tightened and he quickly responded.

Wang Lin put his hands behind his back, but his eyes couldn't help but glance at Du Dong behind him.

Although he looked calm on the surface, in his opinion.

His hands were clenched tightly, and it was obvious that he was extremely nervous.

I am worried that this Nascent Soul Fire Dragon Boy will discover my identity. (End of this chapter)