My name is Li Ye, and I am a fifth-grade disciple of Xuanzhen Sect.

But now, it's just a background board.

Because the person who is attracting the most attention now is the young man who is standing in the ring, smiling and unfazed by honor or disgrace. Although the other person is not as handsome as him, not as tall as him, and his family background is not as good as him, he has become the one who attracts the attention of all the people.

that person.

Why is this, you ask?

This is a long story, and it started about a month ago.

a month ago…

"Hello, senior brother."

"Senior Brother Li."

"I've met Senior Brother Li."

Dahongguo, Xuanzhen Sect, one of the five great sects, a boy of eighteen or nineteen years old walked out of the Sutra Pavilion.

When some fellow disciples around him saw him, they all stepped forward and respectfully called him senior brother.

There were young boys and girls who were still twelve or thirteen years old, and there were also boys about the same age as him, including several disciples of the senior leader, who also needed to bend down and salute in front of this boy.

The young man's name is Li Ye, and he is an extremely rare fifth-grade disciple in Xuanzhen Sect. His identity is naturally different from ordinary disciples.

The five small silver swords embroidered on his chest represent his status in the sect.

The master is a teacher.

In Xuanzhen Sect, what everyone compares is not their age, but their martial arts skills.

The five small silver swords on his chest are equivalent to being a fifth-grade disciple. Even within the Xuanzhen Sect, he is considered to be quite outstanding, enough to rank among the top fifty of the younger generation of the sect.

This is the reason why so many fellow disciples around him respect him.

Li Ye nodded slightly, with a hint of arrogance on his face, as if he was not approachable. However, this kind of behavior was seen as normal in the eyes of other disciples.

Because they think this is what Senior Brother Li should look like.

"Congratulations to Senior Brother Li. I heard that Senior Brother successfully broke through the fifth level of Qi Refining half a year ago and was promoted to a fifth-grade disciple. Now he has his own separate courtyard."

A separate courtyard is a treatment that only fifth-grade disciples and above of Xuanzhen Sect can have, and it is also a status symbol.

"It's just ordinary. It's not the same as my grandfather's."

Li Ye nodded proudly, but inadvertently showed a trace of disdain, as if he didn't care at all about the separate courtyard that symbolized status in the eyes of ordinary fellow disciples.

Immediately, fellow disciples came forward and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Li is right. Li Laogui is the law enforcement elder of our sect and has a very high status in the Xuanzhen sect. How can he live in a place comparable to that of his disciples?"

Li Ye nodded, always arrogant and indifferent.

Of course, others were used to it, and a few even showed envy in their eyes.

At such a young age, he was able to refine Qi for five rounds before he was twenty years old. In the Xuanzhen Sect's three hundred years of history, it is considered an extremely outstanding achievement.

But what they envy the most is not this. What they envy is the background of Senior Brother Li in front of them.

The son of the general of Dahong Kingdom and the grandson of the law enforcement elder of Xuanzhen Sect.

Indescribably expensive!

Faced with the yearning and envy in the eyes of his fellow disciples, and of course a few boldly showing signs of flattery, Li Ye quietly said goodbye and left.

Arrogant but polite.

Wow.

In my ears, I could still hear the voices of several fellow disciples talking in low voices, such as my fate is so good, I am the grandson of an elder, and the son of a general.

But Li Ye looked back.

He feels very strange recently.

What a strange method?

"Am I suffering from a split personality?"

Just as he was thinking about it, someone suddenly slapped his shoulder so hard that it almost broke his entire shoulder.

You don't need to look back to know who dared to do this to him.

Sure enough, a familiar voice came to my ears: "Junior brother, there is an opportunity! Haha, it seems that although your kung fu has improved recently, it is still not enough."

From the side, a young man with a hearty smile ran out. He looked about twenty years old, with dark skin but a bright smile. Looking at his smile, you can tell that he is the kind of person who is familiar with him and is easy to get along with.

"Senior Brother Zuo."

"What's wrong? Why are you looking so sad? It's because you didn't dodge the sneak attack. It's because you're not skilled enough and you're not alert enough. Just pay attention next time."

Li Ye opened his mouth, and the guy in front of him who looked familiar and wanted to hook up with him was called Zuo Yujie, and he was a fifth-grade disciple like him.

But he is one and a half years older than him, and his martial arts skills are a bit better than his.

The important thing is that the two have a good relationship.

"Junior brother, I just saw you come out of the Sutra Pavilion and go to Elder En to show your courtesy again? It's useless. That old guy is just a boring gourd. He hasn't been able to do anything for a year and a half. Do you really believe him?

What kind of sweeping monk is this, a hidden master of Xuanzhen Sect? If it were me, if I have this skill, I might as well go to Master and listen to his teachings, maybe I can make some progress."

"Grandpa's side?"

Li Ye nodded, why do you think the two of them have such a good relationship?

The reason is very simple. The guy in front of him is a disciple of his grandfather, the law enforcement elder of Xuanzhen Sect. This relationship is naturally much closer than other disciples of the same sect.

The other two people grew up together and have known each other for more than ten years.

"Yes, the Sutra Pavilion only contains the most basic martial arts of the Xuanzhen Sect. Look, even the first-level disciples who have just started are too lazy to go in. Isn't it a waste of time that you keep running in every two days?"

Sutra Pavilion.

Only then did Li Ye remember that he had indeed come out of the Sutra Pavilion just now.

but.

"Senior Brother Zuo, do you know why I want to enter the Sutra Pavilion?"

Li Ye's expression was strange, but Zuo Yujie shrugged without doubting it, "What else could it be? I don't know where you found a strange biographical novel, and you were so fascinated by it that you actually believed the nonsense in it.

Nonsense, saying that every martial arts sect will have a master sweeper monk who has deep knowledge and fame. The most likely sweeper monk in our Xuanzhen Sect is Elder En, who guards the Sutra Pavilion."

"Is that so?"

Li Ye asked back.

"Nonsense, you're asking me? God knows what's going on in your mind."

Zuo Yujie patted Li Ye on the shoulder. The relationship between the two was better than that of ordinary fellow disciples. They were as close as brothers.

But Li Ye hesitated for a moment, and then seemed to make up his mind.

"Senior Brother Zuo, actually I..."

Wow!

A row of antique cabinets appeared in front of him, and Li Ye said: "Actually, my memory often disappears recently..."

Taking a deep breath and looking at the basic exercises in his hand, Li Ye reluctantly stuffed them back.

He actually knows what kind of place this is.

Sutra Pavilion.

But what he didn't understand was that one second he was discussing things with Senior Brother Zuo, and the next second before he could finish his sentence, he actually appeared in the Sutra Pavilion.

Then he looked at the sky.

Yes, it's already dark.

If you were a normal person, you would probably be startled and blurt out a classic Chinese curse.

But Li Ye won’t.

No, actually he scolded me the first time, but there are some things that you get used to slowly.

At least after experiencing it dozens of times, he has now somewhat adapted to his symptoms of intermittent memory loss.

Yes, dozens of times.

Often one second he was still practicing in his own courtyard, and the next second he found himself in the martial arts arena instructing a group of juniors who had just started practicing Qi and meditation.

Then suddenly he found himself sitting cross-legged among a group of fifth-grade disciples, listening to the sermons of several elders of the Xuanzhen Sect.

Once was a shock.

Twice is a question.

Those three or four times are hell!

After dozens of times.

Well, he suddenly felt used to it.
To be continued...