"The martial arts pioneered by the first sect leader were theoretically the best practice of the Yin-Yang Holy Body, but in fact, it was found that it was very difficult to practice this martial arts. After the first sect leader, almost no one succeeded in practicing it except the fifth sect leader."

Yi Feng's ears turned red and his face looked shy, saying:

"Actually, this is not bad. As long as you practice this technique, you can summon the artifact left by the first generation in this ancestral hall. However, in my generation, my sister and I have only successfully practiced half of this technique, so we can't summon that artifact at all."

Mo Wuque's mouth twitched slightly, and he seemed to understand a little, what is the reason for the decline of Tai Chi Sect now?

Yi Feng's expression gradually became solemn, "Mo Wuque, now I will pass on part of the martial arts created by the first generation to you. The sect masters of all generations can barely learn 80% of the essence of this martial arts with another mental method. However, if you are really a yin and yang holy body, you will integrate the martial arts without the assistance of the mental method, so that the magical artifacts left by the first generation will emerge on their own."

Mo Wuque took a scripture handed over by Yi Han and asked weakly:

"What would have happened if I weren't for that Yin-Yang Holy Realm?"

Yi Han smiled and said, "If you are not the Holy Body of Yin and Yang, you will be repulsive when practicing the martial arts. However, even if you are not, you are still from my Tai Chi Sect. With the level of cultivation you just showed, you are already enough to enter the inner sect."

Mo Wuque felt warm in his heart, calmed his mind, and observed the technique. After a while, he entered a state of selflessness. He saw two black and white divine lights appearing faintly again. The divine light flowed out of his face.

"Really! It's really the Holy Body of Yin and Yang!"

Yi Han opened his red lips slightly and looked at Yi Feng excitedly. Now, even if he didn't have to replace his ancestor's magical artifact, it can prove that Mo Wuque is the Holy Body of Yin and Yang.

Yi Feng also watched all this nervously, and saw Mo Wuque close the scriptures, exhaled a long breath, and blessed his soul, and formed a magic formula in his hands.

"Taiyi Jue, Yin and Yang are the first division!"

Mo Wuque's hands spread flat, and he held upwards. One hand transformed into yin and the other hand transformed into yang. A great trend brewed out of it, extremely mysterious. At this time, a roar suddenly came from the ancestral hall, and an invisible wave of air came out from it, as if there was a long roar of swords, echoing between the heaven and earth, endlessly, as if he was glad that he was finally about to see the light of heaven again.

In the ancestral hall, the wooden steps between the tablets of the first and fifth generations suddenly split to both sides. A stone box about half a person high slowly emerged from the bottom. The stone box itself kept shaking, and the continuous sword roar came from it.

Mo Wuque stretched out his hand and felt something. The stone box felt something. He drank and spitted the divine light and landed in front of Mo Wuque. Mo Wuque's palm pressed on it. The stone box trembled violently, grinding on the ground, and suddenly a loud and exciting whisper sounded. Two lights and shadows shot out from the stone box, hovering over the ancestral hall and turned into two fuzzy lights and shadows, inserted at Mo Wuque's feet respectively.

All this happened too quickly, as if it happened naturally, but Mo Wuque had not recovered yet and stood there stupidly until Yi Feng's excited voice rang out.

"Mo Wuque, what are you waiting for? Pull out the sword. The ancestor's Ruyi magic power is yours!"

Mo Wuque woke up from a dream, held the hilt of the sword with both hands and pulled it out suddenly, and the two lights and shadows gradually became

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It becomes clearer and allows people to see their outlines clearly.

It was the first time Yi Feng saw the Ruyi magic power left by his ancestors in the legend. He was a little stunned for a moment and couldn't say how to describe this thing.

I saw these two swords, not swords, not swords, not swords, one is as deep as ink, and the other is as bright as snow, and the other is as bright as snow. The same is that the blades of these two weapons have uneven half-moon-shaped notches, and the other seems to have been thickened on the other side, with no signs of cutting the blades at all. There are three small characters of fly heads engraved on the body of the instrument:

Two-monthly 中(yi)!

Mo Wuque gestured at Shuangyueyi, as if he had entered a mysterious state. Yi Feng knew that it was Mo Wuque's magical power in comprehending Shuangyueyi!

Yi Feng stabilized his emotions, walked out of the ancestral hall, and said to everyone:

"Next, I announce that from today on Mo Wuque will be the new saint of my Tai Chi Sect! Move into the inner gate from now on and announce it to the entire sect!"

Although everyone expected this result, when Yi Feng announced it in person, he still found it very surprising. Many people already knew that Mo Wuque had only been in Tai Chi Sect for less than a year.

"In addition, the two friends from outside moved into the inner door with Mo Wuque today. Let's do it now, so everyone can leave."

Before Yi Feng entered the ancestral hall, he mentioned a special question about Qin Lan's residence. It can be seen that the sect leader really attaches great importance to Mo Wuque.

In the crowd, Chen Hao's old face was pale. If he had no prejudice and could treat Mo Wuque fairly, at least he would have been treated more than now!

Unfortunately, there is no if...

Qin Lan pulled Ye Xiaoxiao and the crowd away. Suddenly he felt a hostile gaze. Following his gaze, Qin Lan saw a man in his robe in his 50s.

After thinking carefully, Qin Lan guessed the identity of this man - the elder of the inner gate, Zhou Fang's brother Zhou Cheng's master, Jinsha!

Qin Lan sighed, it seems that even if Mo Wuque becomes a saint, there will be no less trouble!

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Yunzhou, Hengshen Temple

Wu Gui sat on the steps like an ordinary person, his face covered with stubble was covered with clouds. It was afternoon. According to the past practice, he should be taking a nap now, but he is not in this mood now.

Because just a while ago, Lu Jinchuan died in the precious combat power of the Temple!

God knows how painful Wu Gui's heart is now! Now he just wants to cut Qin Lan alive!

"Qingzhou, Tai Chi Gate..."

Wu Gui's turbid eyes were full of murderous intent. Not long ago, Ye Huaqing sent a letter to tell him that there was a way to find Qin Lan, which was to use his soul to sense the breath of the people in the Qingyi Pavilion.

Wu Gui knew that Ye Huaqing wanted to treat him as a knife, so there was no need to lie about such things, so he immediately felt it with his soul.

The divine thoughts of the ninth-grade strong man could instantly cover thousands of miles. Wu Gui concluded that Qin Lan could not walk out of Qingzhou in two days, so he could easily sense the person with the atmosphere of Qingyi Pavilion near Yuping Mountain.

Wu Gui stood up and walked out of Hengshen Temple in a few moments. His short figure was soon confused among the crowd.

The fucking alliance of No War, now with the power below the ninth grade, you can't kill Qin Lan's wolf cub. Wu Gui can't wait anymore. He wants to go to Tai Chi Gate himself to kill Qin

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Lan, take action first and then report!

West of Qingzhou, Tianwang Sect

On the Jiuzhou Continent, the number of sects that were established by physical cultivation was only five fingers. Although it was not as good as Leiming Gorge, the strength of the Tianwang Sect was far beyond the ordinary second-rate sects.

In the hall, a middle-aged man with bronze skin and eyes shining brightly was drinking tea, while another man of the same age, who was slightly thin, was persuading him with great thoughts.

"Old ape, I want me to tell you don't feel sad. Qiu Zhake hasn't been so long. What's the point of going to the ancient city of Potala now? Besides, the sect leader clearly stated that he would set off for Tai Chi Gate in two days. This is the time to hire people, why are you so stubborn?"

The middle-aged man, known as the old ape, had a trembling face, and the teacup made of ceramics on his hand shattered.

"Yu Gong, don't worry, I understand what you said, and I will not be stubborn. Not long ago, the sect leader just found me and said that he would go to the ancient Maha Temple with me after the incident and meet the old ancestor Maha."

Yu Gong! One of the three elders of the inner sect of the Heavenly King Sect has already reached the mid-level seventh grade!

And the one who talked to him was Qiu Zhake's master, Yuan Gong Jun, who was killed by Qin Lan in the ancient city of Potala!

Although the strength of the two is seventh grade, the strength of physical cultivation cannot be measured simply by realm. This is a consensus in the cultivation world.

In terms of real combat power, both of them are in the late seventh grade or above!

"Okay, you two are quieter, the sect leader is coming soon."

At this time, the woman sitting opposite them spoke angrily. Her skin was wheat-colored. Although she was not a girl, she was still shining with sunshine and vitality. A pair of beautiful eyes occasionally flashed wild light, exuding a different charm.

This person is the last of the third elders, one of the few women in physical cultivation. Luan Xin, who was also famous on the Tianji Juesheng List in the early years!

The two of them stopped talking, and the three of them sat quietly. Not long after, a man like a black iron tower came in from outside. The air inside the room instantly became suppressed. The three of them stood up and said respectfully:

"metropolitan!"

Yao Hong, the leader of the Tianwang Sect, is an eighth-grade physical cultivator. He once had a slash of an eighth-grade monster and was famous in the world. It is said that even if his strength is only three people who can beat him in Leiming Gorge, he is a recognized strong man in the world!

"I won't say much if you say anything extra. You all know that I have negotiated with the two sect leaders of the Tai Chi Sect a long time ago to use their Liangyi Lake. The change in Liangyi Lake is half a step for their spiritual cultivation, but for us physical cultivation, there are only some big and small troubles."

Yao Hong said in a deep voice, "This is a good opportunity for the juniors of the sect to temper their bodies. No matter what, you can't miss it. Do you understand what I said?"

"Understand!"

The three inner sect elders were extremely respectful. After that, Yao Hong explained a few things one after another, and he was about to leave without any delay.

Luan Xin shouted from behind:

"Sect Master, will I give you the list of candidates to compete for Liangyi Lake now?"

Yao Hong waved his hand and said:

"You decide on that kind of thing and bring all the best seedlings in the sect. Anyway, the final development of things depends on us. I believe you understand what I mean."

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