Chapter 15 Pure Yang Gong

In the hall of the Zongwu Hall, the atmosphere suddenly changed, and the pressure was greatly increased. The gray deacon was really angry!

“stop.”

Just when Deacon Grey was about to take action to teach Lin Yun, a hoarse voice came upstairs.

A hoarse and old voice came from the building, and stopped the gray deacon’s movements.

“Hall Master Wang!”

I saw a black-clothed old man standing on the top of the building with a stern look, his eyes were stern, and he was extremely oppressive.

“Meet the hall master!”

The other outer disciples in the hall of the Zongwu Hall saw the old man, their expressions changed slightly, and at the same time they knelt down and saluted respectfully.

This old man is the master of the Zongwutang, and he has achieved the nine levels of martial arts.

There are ten levels of martial arts, every three levels of a hurdle, step by step approaching the limit of the physical body, the more difficult it is to break through.

In the entire Qingyun Sect, apart from the Sect Master, there are very few people who can have the martial arts nine-fold cultivation base. Even if you look at the entire Tianshui Nation, Hall Master Wang is also considered a master with strong strength.

At this old age, he sits in the Zongwutang and rarely intervenes in specific affairs.

“Deacon Yang, I know everything. You did the right thing, but since he passed your test, don’t be embarrassed. As a plea, you are responsible for handing out Zongmen clothing, introductory techniques and weapons to him. ”

“Yes, yes, the hall master is right, and the subordinates must follow suit.”

Upon seeing this, the old man nodded slightly, glanced at Lin Yun, and turned to leave.

Deacon Gray was relieved, but fortunately, the hall master didn’t punish him, so today he was lucky.

But thinking of his own deacon, he would have to personally distribute clothes to this sword slave and select the swordsmanship, and suddenly became a little uncomfortable.

“Come with me.”

Angrily said something, Deacon Yang took Lin Yun and headed for the second floor.

Seeing Lin Yun disappearing on the second floor, the Qingyunzong disciples in the hall said that Lin Yun was very lucky.

If it weren’t for the presence of Hall Master Wang, Lin Yun must still suffer today.

As for Zhou Ping who was lying down, he could only admit that he was unlucky, no one cared about him anymore.

The second floor of Zongwu Hall is an important place for Zongmen.

Most of the exercises and martial arts collected by the Azure Cloud Sect are placed here. Newly promoted outer disciples have the opportunity to choose exercises and martial arts for free, and then they have to make contributions before they can redeem them.

“Choose the exercise method first. You can cultivate inner strength when you reach the triple level of martial arts. This is where the inner strength method is placed.”

Deacon Yang brought Lin Yun to a row of bookshelves, and he didn’t want to say more with just one finger.

Lin Yun also didn’t look away, came to the bookcase, and he quickly flipped through the various techniques.

“Qingyun Jue, Feng Lei Jin, Bi Shui Jue…”

Seeing the speed of Lin Yun’s flipping, Deacon Yang couldn’t help but evoke a mocking look. The Sword Slave is the Sword Slave, flipping it so fast, I’m afraid that I can’t understand even a single book.

If you have some insight, you know how to ask me for answers and how to choose.

“Deacon Yang, choose this one below.”

“Pure Yang Gong.”

Deacon Yang took a look, his expression turned weird, and his heart sneered.

Those who practice pure Yang Gong have a strong and strong inner strength, but this method is slow to practice, and most of the people in the sect who choose this skill will eventually give up.

“you sure?”

“confirmed.”

The deacon in gray said with a smile: “I have eyesight, this technique is good, and it suits you well.”