readx;??? Meng Xiaoshuang knew that Lin Chen's talent was only a fourth-level martial soul bloodline, although Lin Chen's performance was very good, in her mind, no matter what the talent of the martial soul bloodline was, he would be the man she admired the most. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But the fourth-level martial soul bloodline is just a fourth-level martial soul bloodline.

Five years have passed since Meng Xiaoshuang entered the Feather God Sect.

In five years, Meng Xiaoshuang herself was the mutated martial soul bloodline of the Ice Spirit Lion, and with Wu Hong's personal guidance, she had only reached the late stage of the Star Pole Realm.

And Lin Chen didn't have a strong person to guide him in the Lingyuan Sect, and his cultivation resources were far inferior to those of the Feather God Sect, and his talent could only be said to be average.

Therefore, Meng Xiaoshuang couldn't believe that Lin Chen, who won the top spot in the Hidden Dragon Contest this time, would be the Lin Chen she loved deeply.

"What's the matter, Senior Sister Meng, now that the feather bell has ringed, it must be about the recruitment of disciples in the Qianlong Great Competition this time, maybe Senior Brother Lin Chen will be accepted as a true disciple of the Palm Sect, let's go over and take a look?"

"Okay! Let's go and have a look!"

This time, Meng Xiaoshuang's answer surprised Yaolu.

She didn't expect that Meng Xiaoshuang, who had never left Tianze Peak in the past five years, would actually agree.

"Could it be that Senior Sister Meng is also tempted by that Lin Chen?" Yaolu snorted secretly in her heart, "It seems that the previous Qinggao was all pretended, right?

"But...... This time, Senior Brother Lin is my Yaolu, and I won't give it to anyone......! Worthy Senior Brother Shanglin!" Yaolu said secretly.

Subsequently, Yaolu and Meng Xiaoshuang walked down Tianze Peak together.

When he was halfway up the Tianze Peak, he met several men who were dressed as inner disciples of the Feather Transformation God Sect.

These men were all shocked when they saw Meng Xiaoshuang.

"Why did Senior Sister Meng come down the mountain today?" one of the slender men with a jade belt around his waist asked, his eyes looking at Meng Xiaoshuang with a look of admiration that could not be concealed.

"Senior Brother Zhong!" Meng Xiaoshuang bowed slightly and saluted to the person questioning.

Yaolu interjected on the side: "It's Senior Sister Meng who wants to go and see what kind of young handsome man the leader of the Hidden Dragon Competition is this time!"

"Oh, Senior Sister Meng is still so interested?" the man, who was called Senior Brother Zhong, asked in some surprise.

This Senior Brother Zhong is named Zhong Yu, and he has been in love with Meng Xiaoshuang for a long time, and he has worked hard in the past five years.

But Meng Xiaoshuang has always been unmoved.

"Maybe it's because the leader of this Hidden Dragon Dabi is from Izumo Province, just like Senior Sister Meng, and Senior Sister Meng may be missing her fiancé...... So you want to go and see it?" Yaolu was still open-mouthed and had no scruples.

"Do you want to be a fiancé?" Zhong Yu frowned slightly, and said, "Senior Sister Meng, although I don't say it properly, I still want to tell you that the fiancé you care about is not worthy of you! You are now a true disciple of the Feather God Sect, and the gap between you and him before will only get bigger and bigger in the future." You're not suitable......"

"That's right, Senior Brother Zhong is very reasonable. Senior Sister Meng...... Only a young genius like Senior Brother Zhong is worthy of you!" someone beside Zhong Yu said helpfully.

"Senior Sister Meng, what realm is your fiancé still in now?Huagang Realm or Linghai Realm?I'm afraid that Senior Brother Zhong can easily wipe him out with one hand, right?"

Meng Xiaoshuang frowned slightly, "Senior Brother Zhong, if I hear you say bad things about him again in the future, don't blame me for being rude!"

On Meng Xiaoshuang's body, the breath suddenly became cold, as if an invisible cold air spread out.

Zhong Yu's faces changed, and seeing the cold expression on Meng Xiaoshuang's face at this moment, they had no doubt that this extremely beautiful woman, but like an iceberg, would directly attack in the next moment.

"Okay...... Senior Sister Meng, it's us who are abrupt!" Zhong Yu sighed helplessly.

"Senior Brother Zhong, if there is nothing else, I will go to Yuhua Peak with Senior Sister Meng!" Yao Lu said.

"We really don't have anything to do!" Zhong Yu nodded, and then his eyes lit up, "You might as well go to Feather Peak with the two of you to see who is the leader of the Hidden Dragon Great Competition this time!"

Several other people around Zhong Yu also said that there was nothing else to do, and they could go and see it together.

......

"Knock ......"

"Knock ......"

The melodious bell rang one hundred and eight times.

One hundred and eight is the most common number, which originates from the Dharma essence of the Putuo Divine Dynasty.

It means to get rid of one hundred and eight kinds of afflictions, so that the mind and body can return to peace.

According to the Putuo Sect of the Putuo Divine Dynasty, each of the six roots has three kinds of suffering, happiness, and sacrifice, which are combined into eighteen kinds, and the six roots have three kinds of good, evil, and peace, which are combined into eighteen kinds, making a total of thirty-six kinds, and then combined with the past, present, and future lives, they are combined into one hundred and eight kinds of afflictions.

And one hundred and eight bells, each ringing, can eliminate a kind of trouble.

The one hundred and eight bells rang in order to let the body abandon all external distractions, so that people's minds and minds will be unconsciously immersed in an ethereal state, which is conducive to understanding and cultivation.

However, when it came to the future......

This one hundred and eight has become more and more popular.

Many things are used to being counted by one hundred and eight.

After the one hundred and eight bells of the Feather God Sect rang, the disciples on each peak had already gone to Feather Peak.

Feather Peak is naturally the peak where the Feather Temple is located......

At this time, Lin Chen was already standing outside the Feather Temple, with an incense burner and a golden cloth in front of him.

Feng Baiyu was dressed as a white scholar, with an outstanding demeanor and heroic spirit.

Many elders stood on both sides, among them there were many martial saint-level powerhouses like Spirit Sword Venerable, as well as martial artists such as Wu Hong.

Just by looking at these people, Lin Chen could understand why the Feather Divine Sect was able to stand tall in the Shenwu Continent and sit on a Divine Dynasty.

This is the essence of the great sect, which has been inherited for tens of thousands of years or even longer.

More and more people have come to the peak of Feathering Peak, and the bad people have already seen Lin Chen, the leader of the Hidden Dragon Competition.

Many disciples were whispering and discussing, and the gazes they cast at Lin Chen were all admiration and reverence.

It can be seen from the incense case placed that today's Supreme Sect Master is going to worship incense and accept disciples outside the Yuhua Temple!

Offering incense is to show respect to the heavens, so as to show the importance of this acceptance.

Lin Chen stood in front of the incense case, waiting silently, his expression was neither sad nor joyful, and he seemed to be not shocked.

However, in the next moment, he suddenly felt a throbbing in his heart.

This throbbing is completely subconscious......

Even, even Lin Chen himself didn't know why.

It's as if there is a treasure that has been lost and will be regained......