Fantasy: I can equip everything

"You mean, a martial artist who's not even twenty years old but already possesses internal energy cultivation has come to become my disciple?"

Sect Master Li Feiyu subconsciously repeated Yang Yi's words.

Then he slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly.

"This is great news! How many years has it been since our Hunyuan Sect has had such a promising talent? Where is he?"

Yang Yi replied, "I've already made him wait. I'm planning to find another disciple to spar with him later..."

"What's the point of sparring?" Li Feiyu waved his hand anxiously, "Arrange for him to join the sect right away. What if such a promising talent runs away?"

Yang Yi pursed his lips, as if he wanted to say something more.

Lin Mo, the third elder of the Hunyuan Sect, coughed and slowly said, "Sect Master, our Hunyuan Sect is not as powerful as it used to be. Why would such a genius join our sect? Is there something fishy going on?"

Li Feiyu paused for a moment, then took a deep breath and said, "That's true. A genius like this could easily obtain a legacy even if he went to the Black Blade Sect or Xingtian Sect."

He was too excited.

Looking back now, there really is a problem.

Especially at this critical juncture.

The matter that the Grand Elder reported back last night has left him somewhat unsettled.

Who knows what intelligence this new undercover agent has already obtained?

Who knows, they might show up at our door with the Demon Slaying Division of Yuzhou at any moment.

Thinking of this, he seemed to remember something.

He picked up a portrait from the table and handed it to the Third Elder.

"Elder Lin, please pass this portrait down and tell our disciples and deacons to keep a low profile during this period and not to have any conflict with this person."

"Understood, Sect Master!" Lin Mo took the portrait and asked curiously, "What is this person's background? Is he a young master from a prominent family in the capital, sent down for training?"

Li Feiyu shook his head, his face full of bitterness.

His true identity was known only to the Grand Elder of the Hunyuan Sect.

Seeing his expression, Lin Mo didn't press him further, nodded, and was about to accept the portrait.

But suddenly a soft exclamation was heard.

Yang Yi, who was standing to the side, came over, glanced at him, and then looked at Li Feiyu with a strange expression, saying, "Sect Master, the genius I just mentioned... seems to be this person."

Pfft!

Li Feiyu, the sect leader of the Hunyuan Sect, plopped down in a chair.

"Sect Master! What's wrong with you?"

"Sect Master, are you alright?"

The two quickly stepped forward to help him up.

Li Feiyu's lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word.

It's time to come, it's coming.

How could it be so fast?

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Li Feiyu said in a deep voice, "Go there immediately and bring them into the Hunyuan Sect."

"If they have any requests, do your best to fulfill them!"

The Third Elder, Lin Mo, and Yang Yi exchanged a glance and found that each other's eyes were full of doubt.

In the end, however, he didn't ask any more questions, simply bowed and left the room.

When they rushed over, they saw the two people standing facing each other in the square.

Upon seeing the two people clearly, Lin Mo's expression changed drastically, and he stomped his foot angrily.

"A rebellious son ruins everything!!!"

Lin Yan, the senior disciple of the younger generation of the Hunyuan Sect, is his only son.

But at this moment, the other party encountered a man of extraordinary origin.

Even the sect leader wouldn't dare offend someone like Lin Yan; if he were to be injured by him...

Thinking of this, he quickened his pace.

The battle began the moment he took his first step.

In the arena, Lin Yan glared fiercely at Chen Chuang.

"Kid! You're asking for it! Since that's how it is, I'll cripple you and throw you down the mountain myself!"

He didn't hesitate at all after he finished speaking.

He held nothing back with his True Qi Realm cultivation, raising his right hand and striking down with a palm.

A powerful burst of true energy formed an illusory palm print, which slammed down.

Elder Lin Mo's expression changed drastically upon seeing this scene.

No longer caring about appearances, he unleashed his full power and charged forward.

Lin Yan has been spoiled rotten by him.

His first move was a deadly strike.

This move, the Hunyuan Palm, is so powerful that even martial artists at the True Qi Realm would find it difficult to defend against.

Not to mention Chen Chuang, an internal energy martial artist.

If anything were to happen to Chen Chuang, the sect leader would probably skin him and his son alive.

Even though he rushed out at top speed, it was still too late.

The palm print of the Hunyuan Palm had already landed on Chen Chuang's head.

But at this moment, Chen Chuang's expression remained calm.

He raised his head slightly, felt the force of the palm print, and then smiled slightly and nodded gently.

That's pretty powerful.

The person who performed the act was simply too weak.

He gently raised his right hand and casually waved it.

boom!!!

With a casual punch, he shattered the illusion of the Hunyuan Palm.

"How...how is this possible???"

Lin Yan stared wide-eyed at the scene before him in disbelief.

That's right!

This guy is an internal energy martial artist.

But how could an internal energy martial artist break through my full-force Hunyuan Palm?

Moreover, he did it so effortlessly.

Before he could figure out the reason, he saw Chen Chuang take a step forward.

It appeared in front of him in an instant.

Lin Yan was startled and instinctively raised his hands.

But in Chen Chuang's eyes, his speed was far too slow.

Before he could even take an effective defensive stance, Chen Chuang's slap had already landed on his cheek.

Snapped!

A crisp slap sounded.

Lin Yan spun around and flew two zhang away.

He rolled on the ground several times, struggled to get up, and angrily pointed at Chen Chuang.

"Salamander..."

His words were unclear.

He then realized what was happening and touched his mouth.

Almost half of his teeth had been knocked out.

His left cheek swelled up; he'd been beaten so badly his face looked like a pig's head.

For a martial artist's body, the injury is not too serious.

It is extremely insulting.

He, a senior disciple of the Hunyuan Sect, was actually slapped into such a state by an outsider with internal energy.

Lin Yan roared, his eyes bloodshot, and got up to rush over again.

But then, a figure flashed before his eyes and blocked his way.

"Isn't it embarrassing enough already?"

Lin Mo's face was grim as he roared, "Get back!"

After chasing away his own son, he turned around and walked up to Chen Chuang.

Despite being the third elder of the Hunyuan Sect and a martial artist at the peak of the True Qi Realm, he first clasped his hands in a salute to Chen Chuang.

"Young friend! My son is spoiled and arrogant, please forgive him if he has offended you."

Chen Chuang smiled, clasped his hands in return, and said, "Senior is too kind. It's just a friendly exchange between peers."

After saying that, he looked at Yang Yi, who had rushed over, and asked, "Uncle-Master Yang Yi, I wonder if I have passed the entrance trial?"

Yang Yi's lips twitched slightly.

You've already called him your senior apprentice; don't you know whether you've passed or not?

He said helplessly, "Yes! You've passed. From today onwards, you are a disciple of the Hunyuan Sect."

Chen Chuang narrowed his eyes and smiled, "That's wonderful. I've heard of the Hunyuan Sect's reputation since I was a child and aspired to become its disciple. Now that my wish has come true, I wonder... when I'll be able to receive the sect's techniques and martial arts?"

"this..."

Yang Yi hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at the Third Elder, Lin Mo.

Seeing Lin Mo nod, he breathed a sigh of relief and said to Chen Chuang, "We can do it now. Come with me."

After saying that, he led Chen Chuang toward the Hunyuan Sect's library.

Third Elder Lin Mo stood there, watching the two leave quietly, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.