His appearance was very quiet, like the orchid in the valley.

Not only Yuan Yan, but few people know his existence even in the entire world of cultivators.

Cultivators whose cultivation has reached the semi-saint realm have every move that has an important impact on the world, and their walking often has a profound purpose.

But no one knew that this quiet practitioner who stayed on the shore of the Salt Lake passed by Meishan, not trying to disrupt the storm in Meishan, but just wanted to take a look at someone.

This man's name is Lin Yi. He is different from him in terms of realm from heaven and earth, but in terms of seniority, he is his junior brother.

This is the disciple who received the last true teaching of his master.

Practitioners like him are already extremely rare, both friends and real enemies, so according to this relationship, Lin Yi is even considered his relative.

So he came to take a special look at his junior brother.

Just a glance.

For him, he only needs to see this time.

If this junior brother is too disappointing, he may ruin his master's name in the future, so he might as well kill him.

It was a bit difficult for him to imagine that his master would choose such a young man as his junior brother, but this junior brother... From now on, it should have made him happy, right?

He was a little relieved.

In an instant, he wanted to leave something for Lin Yi, but when his eyes and perception were separated from Lin Yi and others' bodies, he quickly changed his mind.

He was not afraid of knowing his existence and whereabouts in this world, he just felt that it would be better to let Lin Yi not know his existence.

Because weeds tend to grow more vigorously and vigorously.

He wanted to leave.

Then his figure disappeared from the shore of this salt lake.

His speed has exceeded the perception of most living creatures, as if he disappeared into the air out of thin air, but the calm lake surface has not even rippled with a trace of water.

......

Lin Yi did not think that he was a disciple of the Three Saints of the South Heaven.

In his subconscious, only those disciples who truly perform the ceremony of apprenticeship, enter the master, and receive teachings by words and deeds can be considered true disciples.

Of course he knew that many people have too special identities and have different definitions of these things.

The Three Saints of the South Heaven are of course such a special example.

Because their identities are too high.

Their skills are too high.

For ordinary practitioners, the Three Saints of the South Heaven, who are in the unattainable clouds, will never pass on their own martial arts to others.

In fact, based on this calculation, Lin Yi felt that he was even a disciple of two of the three saints in the South Heaven.

Because he also received guidance from the saint on the Great Kuluo practice method in the library of Qitian Academy.

It is also because of that saint that he obtained the method of practicing the unobstructed golden body.

The study and inference of the saint, coupled with He Xiuxing's martial arts, quickly led him to truly embark on the path of Great Kuluo.

However, Lin Yi is still too far away from the battlefields of the powerful and powerful in the world, so he does not know as much as Yuan Yan. In fact, on the day he left the Nantianyuan, Chen Yue and He Xiuxing had already left this world.

If he himself knew that he was the last practitioner that the two saints had paid close attention to and taught before their death, and that those two saints had only one or two true disciples left in the world, he might have changed this view himself.

At this time, Lin Yi was still watching the departure of his senior brother he had never met.

The strength of the semi-saint who had experienced personally made every trace of flesh and blood in his body still tremble. However, unlike Yuan Yan and Rong Yi, he felt that the other party had no malice towards him.

Yuan Yan tried his best to calm himself down.

She looked at the mountain that finally no longer had a terrible aura, and comforted herself in her heart. Perhaps the semi-saint who had no knowledge of the origin was not the vice president of the South Heaven Academy, and the other party just happened to take a look at the three of them who were passing here.

"Let's go."

She should be the one who is most worried about her safety, but at this time she was the first to speak out and continue to move forward.

If such a semi-saint wanted to take action, it would be impossible for him to escape from the palm of his hand even if he turned around and ran away now.

Since you are afraid of being useless, then concentrate on your own path and do your own things.

......

The three of them walked through the canyon and entered the dry marsh at this time.

The land in the marsh is cracking, and grass and various low shrubs are growing in clusters, just like heads thrown around on the battlefield.

Even though the traces left by the semi-saint were extremely inconspicuous, the moment they really stepped into this terrain, the three of them still keenly felt an unusual smell.

Some of the slender blades of grass seemed to crack from it just because of the sound of their footsteps, and the cracked blades fell to both sides.

The separated grass leaves formed a straight line pointing to the location of the mountain lake.

Such clear traces remind them that their perception just now is definitely not a dream.

Is someone using a wisp of true energy or a wisp of sword energy to enhance his perception?

Yuan Yan took a deep breath. She searched in her mind, but she didn't expect that any semi-saint she knew had such a method. It seemed that even the Demon Sect master she respected would not have such a method.

However, this semi-saint shocked them far more than that.

Some slight movement suddenly sounded in this dry siege.

Some grasses and shrubs suddenly broke, like they were harvested by some invisible farmers, and they broke at the same roots.

Because this terrain is like a ground-floated seedling field when it accumulates water, and the terrain is extremely flat, the three of them can see six or seven such clumps of grass and shrubs broken at a glance.

However, among these broken weeds and shrubs, there are still unbroken herbs.

The herb is the size of a bowl, and it is a slightly red flower, like a lotus.

Looking at these herbs, the expressions on the faces of the three people became extremely wonderful.

This is Qi Xinlian, the herb they are looking for during this trip.

The man directly made Qi Xinlian, who existed in this terrain, appear in front of them, which only means that before he let them know his existence, he had been silently watching them for a long time, and even heard some conversations between them.

If a person who is so kind is left behind will not be Lin Yi's enemy.

But who is this person?

Even Yuan Yan couldn't guess it at all. Because in the information she knew, He Xiuxing's disciple had already died in the South Heaven Academy with He Xiuxing.

"Thank you!"

Lin Yi couldn't figure it out either. He shouted loudly at the mountain peak as a thank you, and then muttered softly, "It's always bad to just eavesdrop on people's words."

Rong Yi's face turned pale again.

He was very worried that the semi-saint would suddenly be unhappy, and he used means to punish him with one thought.

But nothing happened.

It's quiet.
Chapter completed!