In front of Master Wuxin, Yang Yi used the puppet technique to refine these three puppets, and then tried to manipulate them separately.

It took less than an hour to control these three puppets easily and easily.

Master Wuxin was very satisfied with Yang Yi's demonic performance, and his expression was full of pride and regret.

"Boy, don't show off when you're outside. It's the most important thing to save your life, do you know?"

Master Wuxin admonished Yang Yi with a stern face.

"Don't worry, master, I cherish my life more than anyone else."

Yang Yi said with a sincere look on his face and extremely serious.

"Go, go!" Master Wuxin knew that geniuses like Yang Yi had their own personality and could not be controlled by others' will. He waved his hand in a little depressed manner.

"I'm leaving!" Yang Yi bowed three respectfully and sincerely to Master Wuxin, put away the puppet, and left.

Seeing Yang Yi's back gradually fading away, Master Wuxin looked a little lonely.

"Brother Ling, that's all I can do. I hope he can be safe along the way."

Master Wuxin looked at a certain direction in Yunxiao Mountain and murmured to himself.

...

After paying farewell to Master Wuxin, Yang Yi returned to Lingyun Hall all the way.

Everyone has gathered together.

Yang Yi noticed that many elders and inner disciples had gathered in front of Lingyun Hall at this time.

Wu Yu, Han Yuzhu, Xuan Mingyu and others were listed.

Not only them, but also the lords of the top ten prefectures came, standing in front of the hall, looking at the people who were about to set off with envy and expectation.

Wu Yu in the crowd said nothing, but her beautiful eyes didn't blink, just staring at Yang Yi quietly.

"Everyone is here, let's go!"

Lu Liding waved his hand and led everyone to the Black Feathered Iron Crown Eagle, then bowed to the crowd who saw him off.

"I wish you all to the head and elders, and I wish you all great success and strengthen my might!"

Everyone bowed and congratulated each other.

The black-feathered iron-crowned eagle let out a long roar and rushed into the sky, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

Everyone watched the Black Hawk disappear, but they were reluctant to disperse for a long time.

...

There are only twenty-two people on the Black Feathered Iron Crown Eagle.

Sixteen of them were contestants participating in this Star Martial Arts Battle Fair, and the other six were those who followed and watched the guards.

In addition to the head and the elders, the other four are also the future backbone of the Lingyun Sect. They plan to take advantage of this observation opportunity to experience it well, and maybe they can soar to the sky.

There was nothing to say along the way. Half a day later, everyone arrived at Mingjian Valley in Wuling Mountain and was grandly received by Mingjian Valley.

Then, when Master Luo mentioned that the specific date of departure was set on the first day of September, that is, the day after tomorrow.

This time, the team from the Zhenwu Palace of Jiangnan Region was also accompanied by the ship. Everyone is familiar with the team leader. It was Yue Lingchai who came to Mingjian Valley last time.

Moreover, the ship used is not an ordinary ship, but a Zhenwu Spirit Boat specially made in Zhenwu Mountain.

Upon hearing this news, Lu Liding and others were naturally overjoyed and completely relaxed.

With the Zhenwu family team of Zhenwu Palace, it is naturally much safer along the way.

Not only will geniuses from all regions of the mainland participate in such a grand event, but even disciples of the Zhenwu family who are transcendent in the world will also participate in it.

After hearing this news, Lu Zhantian and others suddenly felt the pressure doubled.

The strength of the disciples of the Zhenwu family has long been witnessed by their own eyes at the three martial arts competition meetings.

There are five Zhenwu Halls in Donglan Shenzhou, which means that there will be five teams of disciples from Zhenwu family to attend the conference.

What such a powerful competitor means to everyone is self-evident.

Everyone lived in Wuling City and waited for the arrival of Yue Lingchai's team.

During this period, Yang Yi and others were invited to go to Jiantan Valley to discuss and communicate with their disciples from Mingjian Valley.

Everyone gathered in the martial arts field in Jiantan Valley and had a very friendly exchange with each other.

"Tianjiao, this is the last spoil."

Yang Yi handed the storage ring that he had prepared long ago to Luo Tianjiao next to him.

Luo Tianjiao refused: "I did nothing, how can I be embarrassed to share your spoils?"

"They have all divided up. This is your share. Although you don't lack these, you can't refuse if you see them."

Yang Yi smiled.

After hearing what Yang Yi said, Luo Tianjiao smiled and took the storage ring.

"Yang Yi, how much has your strength improved now than three months ago?"

After Luo Tianjiao put away the storage ring, the challenge in her expression was very obvious, and she obviously wanted to have a chance to compete with Yang Yi.

Yang Yi glanced at Luo Tianjiao, then smiled and said, "It's a pity that you are not my opponent yet."

After three months of missing, Luo Tianjiao's strength has improved in all aspects and its strength has skyrocketed.

Not only did she break through to the peak of the Purple Mansion Realm, but her sword intent became more and more concise and powerful. It is obvious that her sword-questioning technique had already been cultivated to an extremely high level.

The sword intent seems to have been tempered to about 50%.

This achievement is absolutely amazing!

You should know that Elder Han Mingwei's true martial arts meaning was only tempered to more than 60% before fighting with him.

It is no exaggeration to say that Luo Tianjiao's martial arts achievements have now surpassed most of the early stage masters of the Zhenwu Realm in the Jiangnan Region.

"Hmph, just blow it, why don't we compete?" Luo Tianjiao said dissatisfied.

"Forget it, I don't want to hurt your self-confidence before the war." Yang Yi smiled.

"Oh, the little guy is quite confident." Luo Haichuan walked over and looked at Yang Yi and Luo Tianjiao with a smile on his face.

"Meet Senior Luo!" Yang Yi hurried forward to greet him.

"Just heard your leader say that you had fought with Han Mingwei once and had a draw. To be honest, have you retained your strength when fighting with him?" Luo Haichuan said seriously.

"That's right. After all, I'm good at not only boxing, but also gunshots and maces." Yang Yi nodded.

"Could it be that your true meaning of gunfire and mace technique has been tempered to more than 40%?"

This time, even Luo Haichuan was shocked, let alone Luo Tianjiao.

Being able to temper the true meaning of martial arts to a small success is enough to make most of the great martial artists despair.

Judging from Yang Yi's meaning, he seemed to have also tempered the true meaning of gunfire and mace to a small success, which is simply too subverting everyone's perception.

"Well, it's about the same." Yang Yi smiled without objection.

His Beidou killing true intention has been tempered to more than 40%. After all, the time for practicing the sword intent of Destruction is still short, only more than 30%. The strongest one is Wuji true intention, which has been tempered to more than 50%.

The rest of the true meaning of martial arts is still about 20% because they don’t have time to practice.

But even so, any kind of true meaning of martial arts can not be defeated by ordinary half-step masters.

"You kid are really a monster!" Luo Haichuan couldn't help but sigh.

In Luo Haichuan's view, Luo Tianjiao's achievements are the only ones he has seen in his life, but compared with his father, Sword Emperor, at the same age.

And now Yang Yi showed his talent, which seems to be stronger than his father Luo Shenji!

It’s still my daughter who has a stingy vision and has found such a talented partner.

"You are stronger than Jiaojiao, but you may not be able to compare with my first true sword in Mingjian Valley, right?"

Luo Haichuan looked at Yang Yi with bright eyes.

At the same time, a young man of twenty-seven or eight years old came out of the crowd.

This young man feels terrible, like a magic sword that can be unsheathed at any time!

When Yang Yi saw this young man for the first time, he was very sure that this person must be the "Wu Shuang Sword Fighter" Jian Wushuang!
Chapter completed!