In a quiet room, Longhu Mountain, Tianshi Mansion, Long Yun was sitting cross-legged, closing his eyes, explaining the way of cultivation to Zhang Daoyi and others. Long Yun’s speech was very obscure and difficult to understand. In the quiet room, it was originally soft and witty, but to Zhang Daoyi and others, it was like a lullaby.

Long Yun is in his forties, with five strands of beard and a clear face. He is not very tall and looks a little thin. However, Long Yun has a kind of aura of arrogance, which makes people feel inaccessible.

The slightest breath of Long Yun fluctuated, like thousands of long swords, shocking the sky. It made people feel daunting and dared not look directly at it.

Long Yun explained the way of cultivation. Although Zhang Daoyi and others couldn't understand it, they listened very carefully. There were only four or five people in the quiet room, all of whom Zhang Daoyi thought he was talented and listened very carefully.

The way of cultivation is obscure and difficult to understand. If you understand it as soon as you hear it, then is it still practice?

Zhang Daoyi and others did not dare to neglect them, and they memorized them by rote, trying to remember every sentence Long Yun explained in their hearts. However, the more they did, they finally realized that they could remember the blur before, except for what Long Yun had just explained.

"It's better for Zhang Daoran to explain the magical and extraordinaryness, just like an immortal saying, making people feel like they are engraved into the soul, and it's hard to forget it if you want to forget it..." Zhang Daori had a strange feeling in his heart: "I don't know if using the future luck of the dragon and tiger to make things difficult for Zhang Daoran, will it eventually make the dragon and tiger even more declining..."

Suddenly, Zhang Daoyi's forehead was covered with cold sweat, driving this idea out of his mind: "Even though Zhang Daoran was very mysterious and had a series of strange phenomena, it made people feel like he was floating like an immortal and witnessing the unknown fairyland. However, except for showing the predecessor, Zhang Daoran could only preach the mysterious sermon, and did not reveal the magical Taoist methods of the practitioners."

He looked up slightly and looked at Long Yun who closed his eyes and explained the way of cultivation. A hint of fanaticism appeared in Zhang Dao's eyes: "Long Yun is a senior, who can thunder and thunder on the sunny day, summon thunder and heavy rain, and arrange formations. This is the method of a real cultivator..."

Even though there are formations on the island in the middle of the lake, Zhang Daoyi believed that Long Yun's cultivation was stronger.

"So, swallowing spirits and absorbing energy, strengthening my soul, and strengthening my foundation. The spiritual energy transforms into pills, and life spans forever..."

Long Yun was still explaining the way of cultivation. Zhang Daoyi quickly calmed down his mind, with a hint of annoyance on his face: "Even if you don't understand it very well, Senior Long Yun's preaching, you can't miss it..."

However, just as Zhang Daoyi was about to listen carefully to the way of cultivation, a strong wind suddenly broke out in the quiet room. Long Yun, who was sitting cross-legged in front of everyone, suddenly his sleeves bulged, and the spiritual energy in the quiet room was chaotic, and a trace of horrifying momentum made Zhang Daoyi and others unable to stop moving a few meters away.

At this moment, Long Yun opened his eyes, and golden light burst out from his eyes. He looked down at his chest, flipped his palm, and took out a jade talisman from his chest. The mist was like a fog flowing, presenting an extraordinary purple light. A slight fluctuation that made people's mind throbbing was scattered out.

Long Yun suddenly looked horrified and looked at the jade talisman incredibly: "Who is it that cracked the talisman of my hiding traces?"

This talisman was refined by Qiongqi, the founder of the Longmen Sect, for several years. It has been thousands of years and months. If it weren't for his special status and his status in the Longmen Sect, this talisman would never be worn by himself.

Xingming felt even more strange, but his face remained unmoved: "Report to the Lord, I have never heard of it..."

Jianlong nodded, Xingming closed the door of the Zen room. Jianlong then raised the Buddhist beads in his hand at an incredible speed and carefully checked. The Buddhist beads in his hand were made of some material, and were engraved with the lifelike Buddha Bodhi, emitting a strange fragrance, and the smell was at peace.

However, there were several tiny cracks on each of the Buddhist beads in Jianglong's hand: "Who has it been peeking at the identity of me?"

Jianglong's face was filled with fear: "The Buddhist beads were damaged, and it was even more difficult for me to find the space gate that turned around Kunxu land..."

"Is it Zhang Daoran?" Jianglong's face changed: "Last time I went to the lake center island, I didn't see Zhang Daoran, but all of those formations showed that Zhang Daoran's formation was not very powerful, and he was not as good as Long Yun. How could he have such strong strength that my Kunxu Shaolin Sect and the treasures passed down from generation to generation have been damaged?"
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