The Young Ranger Jiang Yin

Seeing Jiang Yin’s breakthrough, everyone was stunned.

How come the four people who came on stage before him who broke through the impasse either retreated in disgrace or nearly died, but when it came to you, not only was nothing wrong, but you even made a breakthrough?

This is really enviable.

If Murong Fu were still here at this moment, he would probably be extremely jealous.

"Mr. Jiang is truly a man of natural talent. He was able to break through his own realm in this difficult situation."

Li Buyi, who had been watching from the sidelines, saw this scene and became more confident in his identity as a chivalrous star.

Such a natural talent will never be ordinary no matter where he is.

The general trend of the world will inevitably be influenced by him.

Jiang Yin took back the internal energy that had just surged into his two dantians, and then looked at Su Xinghe who was already stunned.

"Thank you, Mr. Su."

With Jiang Yin's move, there was no more dispute on the chess game.

Black wins!

Su Xinghe stood up upon hearing this and bowed deeply to Jiang Yin. "Mr. Jiang's chess skills are amazing, and his character is extraordinary. I admire you. The winner of this Zhenlong Chess Club must be you.

In the stone cave behind me is the reward for today's chess meeting. Mr. Jiang, please go in and claim it."

"it is good."

Jiang Yin tiptoed and landed near the cave entrance.

His movements are as graceful as those of a fairy, and with the white clothes he is wearing, he looks even more like a god.

"Master Jiang is amazing! He actually cracked this Zhenlong chess game! Incredible!"

Duan Yu was also very excited when he saw this, and was happy for Jiang Yin at the same time.

Although he didn't know what the reward was, considering Su Xinghe's reputation, it would not be too bad.

Seeing Jiang Yin's graceful demeanor, Wang Yuyan's eyes were filled with tenderness, and she had long forgotten Murong Fu who had just left.

It was pitch black in the cave.

But Jiang Yin has profound internal strength. Although he cannot see the night as bright as day, he can still see some things.

Soon, the cave came to an end.

Behind a wide-open stone door, a beam of light seemed to fall from the top of a mountain and shone into the stone cave. Near that light, there was a person sitting.

The man was an old man with black hair and beard.

He closed his eyes and remained silent, like a statue.

As if he heard the sound of Jiang Yin approaching, he slowly opened his eyes.

In an instant, Jiang Yin felt a scrutiny.

His eyes were as sharp as lightning, making people dare not look directly at him.

But Jiang Yin faced this sharp gaze and also looked at the old man.

"Junior Jiang Yin, greetings to the senior."

"Haha, good! Very good! I didn't expect that there would be such outstanding young people participating in today's Zhenlong Chess Competition. Hahaha!"

Wuyazi first chuckled, then laughed out loud, as if he wanted to spit out the bad luck that had been in his heart for many years.

Seeing this, Jiang Yin did not say anything and waited quietly.

But from Wuyazi's loud laughter, he did feel the other party's terrifying internal strength.

His internal strength is even stronger than that of masters like Li Qiu Shui.

The internal strength of Bei Ming Divine Art that he had cultivated for more than seventy years was indeed extraordinary. Especially after he was paralyzed by Ding Chunqiu, he could not move his whole body, so he could only focus on cultivating his internal strength.

After decades of practice, he purified all the internal energy he had obtained by devouring others and completely integrated it into his own Beiming true qi.

It can be said that there is probably no other internal force in the world that is more refined than Wuyazi's Beiming Qi.

After all, no master would spend decades honing his inner strength.

"Your name is Jiang Yin?"

After Wuyazi finished laughing, he finally spoke again.

"Yes."

"Do you know who I am?"

Jiang Yin pretended not to know and shook his head.

"I am Xinghe's master, my name is Wuyazi, and I am also the head of the Xiaoyao Sect."

"The Happy Sect?"

"Oh? Young friend, do you know Xiaoyao Sect?"

Seeing that Jiang Yin seemed to know something about Xiaoyao Sect, he could not help but become more curious. Jiang Yin nodded slightly, and then he actually performed Lingbo Weibu directly.

The ethereal and unparalleled footwork made Wuyazi's pupils shrink.

"Light Footsteps! And it's the perfect state! Where did you learn it from?"

Wuyazi's eyes were sharp, but he thought in his heart that Jiang Yin and Li Qiushui were related.

If this is the case, it is a bit of fate.

In fact, Wuyazi no longer has any hatred towards Li Qiushui.

After all, she was his wife and had given birth to a daughter for him.

He was the one who betrayed their relationship first, and Li Qiu Shui was just coming for revenge.

But Jiang Yin did shake his head slightly.

"This Lingbo Weibu was taught to me by an old man."

"Old man? Could it be..."

Speaking of this, Wuyazi became a little excited.

Besides him and his three senior and junior sisters, there is only one person who knows this light skill.

Their master, Xiaoyaozi! When they had just achieved some success in martial arts, Xiaoyaozi flew away without a trace. It has been sixty years since then.

During this period, no matter how the four of them fought, Xiaoyaozi never showed up.

Therefore, Wuyazi always thought that Xiaoyaozi had passed away.

But when he thought about it carefully, with his current cultivation level, he felt that he was far inferior to Xiaoyaozi. The other party was probably a celestial being or even a land immortal. How could he die so easily?

"He never told me his name. I thought he was just an ordinary old man at the time, so I treated him to a meal. After the meal, he taught me this Qinggong skill and told me that it was the unique skill of the Xiaoyao Sect. Then he left."

After hearing Jiang Yin say this, Wuyazi felt even more that the man was Xiaoyaozi.

Coming and going like the wind was exactly what his master would do.

But when the master saw such an outstanding young man, why didn’t he just accept him as a disciple?

Could it be...

"Master must feel that it is embarrassing for him to accept us as his unpromising disciples. So from now on, he is unwilling to accept any more disciples to avoid trouble." Thinking this in his heart, Wuyazi felt even more sorry for Xiaoyaozi.

Xiaoyaozi entrusted him with the heavy responsibility of inheriting the sect, but he failed to carry out the inheritance of the Xiaoyao Sect well.

The disciples he accepted were either extremely evil or had insufficient talent and were unable to shoulder important responsibilities.

The four of them were scattered all over the place, with no unity at all.

The Xiaoyao Sect was now divided into pieces.

"Master, I am so sorry for you..."

Wuyazi sighed, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

Seeing this, Jiang Yin felt that he had deceived Wuyazi too much.

But there was nothing he could do.

If Wuyazi were to use the Beiming Divine Art to test his cultivation, it would be impossible for the internal force generated by his Lingbo Weibu to be concealed from the other party.

Instead of being passive at that time, it is better to take the initiative to speak up now so that the other party will have fewer doubts.

Compared to the system, Xiaoyaozi is undoubtedly a good shield.

Of course, Jiang Yin didn't know whether this legendary figure was still alive. But it shouldn't be a problem to use him to fool Wuyazi, who had stayed in the cave for decades.