In the room, there was rotten meat and blood all over the place, and there was a strong stench and bloody smell.
"These bastards!" The old man clenched his fists, angry and angry, his beard trembling slightly.
Feng Jiu frowned lightly, turned around, and said coldly, "We can't let them die in vain!"
The old man shook his head, "President, if we can't confront Leng Yue Guild head-on now, we will suffer a lot. Let's hand over the Wind and Bone Sword to the temple first!"
Feng Jiu hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded, "Tomorrow, go to the temple!"
"President, what should we do with this kid?" The other two monks kept staring at Lin Yi, "I think he is very skilled!"
Feng Jiu raised her beautiful eyes, and quickly glanced at Lin Yi, "Master, are you interested in joining our Zilan Guild?"
Lin Yi didn't speak, just straightened his clothes, then walked out, and disappeared at the end of the corridor, leaving only a black afterimage.
The old man chuckled, and blew on his beard, "Stinky boy, he is not high-level, but he is quite arrogant. This kind of person is destined not to have any great achievements!"
Feng Jiu smiled lightly, "Not necessarily! Uncle Lan, let's go!"
The four members of the Zilan Guild also quickly left the inn.
At this time, the owner of the inn dared to climb up the stairs, and when he saw the corpses all over the floor, he immediately vomited and was frightened out of his wits.
Lin Yi returned to his room, continued to practice, swallowed all the remaining hundreds of spirit crystals in the ring into his body, and began to refine them.
After refining all the spirit crystals, Lin Yi continued with the most common practice, absorbing spiritual energy, and refused to let go of any opportunity.
That night, Lin Yi stayed awake and practiced until the next morning.
Lin Yi is very clear that no matter what the world is, only the strong have the right to speak, and the weak will only be stepped on by others, and others have the final say on life and death.
Lin Yi is well versed in this principle, so he practiced desperately.
Near noon, Lin Yi made a decision. He decided to follow Zhou Wenwu's advice and go to the temple to get in touch with the real battlefield in this world.
Lin Yi's character has always been consistent, even if he leaves the inn and heads to the center of Black Fang City.
Although it seems not far away, it is not an easy task to travel in the huge and bustling Black Fang City, not to mention that flying in the sky is not allowed in many places.
Lin Yi could only squeeze through the crowded streets.
Finally, after several hours, Lin Yi came to a splendid hall.
This hall, made of golden stones, covers an area of a kilometer and is also a hundred meters high. It stands like a mountain in Black Fang City.
In the middle of the main hall, there is a huge door, and two stone statues are carved beside it, guarding the entire temple toweringly.
Those who enter and leave the temple are all monks, and there are many strong ones.
After Lin Yi approached, he was directly stopped by the guards of the temple.
Lin Yi tested his strength. The guards of the temple probably have the strength of the late stage of Condensation Yuan, which is very terrifying.
It can be said that in the entire Black Fang City, no one dared to act wildly in the temple.
"Boy, there is a sacred order to enter!" The guard said coldly.
Lin Yi frowned slightly, "I don't have a holy order, I'm a monk who came to join the temple!"
"Oh, did you want to join the temple at the beginning of the Yuan Condensation Realm?" The guard laughed, "Boy, let's go practice for a few more years, we don't welcome trash here!"
"Haha..." The guards next to him were bored, they all stared at Lin Yi and laughed.
Lin Yi smiled, "Is there such a rule in the temple?"
The guard was stunned for a moment, "There are no rules, but with your level, it is impossible to pass the entrance test, get out!"
The guards got impatient and drove Lin Yi away.
"Wait!" Suddenly, a cold voice sounded behind Lin Yi.
Lin Yi turned his head slightly, and saw a figure in purple clothes, but it was exactly the Feng Jiu he had seen yesterday.
Behind Feng Jiu, followed the old man, Uncle Lan.
"Boy, it's you again, why, you can't even get in the door? Haha..." Uncle Lan gloated and laughed loudly.
Feng Jiu didn't laugh at Lin Yi, but went straight to the two guards, "The rules of the temple are that any monk is eligible to take part in the test. Do you want me to tell the Lord the Lord that you are so obstructive? Is it?"
When the guards heard this, they panicked, "No...don't dare!"
With that said, several guards hurriedly moved away to make way for Lin Yi.
"Thank you!" Lin Yi spit out two words coldly, and then quickly entered the hall.
"My lord, please follow me!" In the main hall, after a girl in blue asked about the situation, she led Lin Yi into an apse.
This apse is not spacious, inside is a small room, and in the middle is a stone statue.
Lin Yi glanced quickly, and found a trace of divine and soul power on the stone statue, as if it was a living thing.
And this stone statue is indeed not dead, it is a replica puppet made in the temple, built in a special way, can simulate the strength of any monk.
Duplicating puppets is driven by a large number of spirit crystals, and ordinary forces can't afford it at all.
Therefore, duplicating puppets is almost only owned by the temple.
"My lord, the test is very simple, as long as you defeat this copy puppet, you can get the sacred order of the temple!" The girl in blue said with a smile, "Be careful, the copy puppet has the strength of the middle stage of the Condensation Realm, and it has low-grade Holy Artifact, practice the Promise Sword Skill!"
The reminder from the girl in blue made Lin Yi have to deal with it carefully, not daring to underestimate it.
The next moment, the girl in blue pressed on a huge stone pillar next to her, and the duplicate puppet immediately opened its eyes, pulled out a long sword in its hand at the same time, and walked towards Lin Yi step by step.
Lin Yi instantly took out the staff sword and put it in front of him. When the cloned puppet drew out the sword, Lin Yi jumped back suddenly, and then jumped up, and then he slashed out the nameless sword skill, towards the cloned puppet's head, head-on It was a sword smashed down.
The reaction of the copy puppet was also quick, and he suddenly raised his long sword to block Lin Yi's surprise attack, and his legs bent slightly.
Then, the duplicate puppet suddenly charged up, and suddenly raised its sword upwards, hitting Lin Yi's body directly into the air.
Lin Yi simply suspended in mid-air, waiting for an opportunity to move.
At this time, Lin Yi discovered that even though the cloned puppet had the strongest strength in the middle stage of Condensation Yuan, it still had one biggest weakness, that is, it could not fly in the air.
A puppet, after all, is a puppet.
Lin Yi could only take advantage of this advantage, hovering in mid-air, and then slashed out five sword skills with one sword, and shot two sword shadows, condensing the power of Yuanshen on the stick sword.
The stick sword, with the explosive power of a heavy hammer and the sharpness of a sharp sword, struck the puppet's head head-on, delivering the strongest blow.
