Inquiry about immortality

Chapter 880 The Familiar Scene
Falling down the cloud bridge, the avatar then felt light all over his body, and was led by the flying sword, leaving the illusion of the cloud bridge.

Most of the people fell down before him. At this time, they were divided into two groups, on the left and right sides of the pier respectively. Some were sitting cross-legged to adjust their breath, while others were standing with different expressions.

Among them, the number of people on the left side is much smaller, there are only a dozen or so people, and they are all in high spirits, including the young man who fell down at the beginning, and his depression has completely disappeared, and his face is full of joy.

On the other side, although there are many people, it is gloomy.

Seeing this scene, the avatar immediately understood that the monk on the left should be selected by Yanmiao Pavilion.

Sweeping eyes.

Sure enough, during the previous qualification check, the boy with three spiritual roots who appeared was also on the left.

This thought came into his mind, and the incarnation saw the sword repairman stretch out his hand and point to the left, his body tightened, and he was led by Feijian to the left side of the pier under envious eyes.

The avatar showed joy on his face, he didn't care about adjusting his breath to recover, he hurriedly adjusted his clothes, and saluted: "Thank you, senior, for your fulfillment!"

"You are clever enough!"

Jianxiu retracted the flying sword and sneered.

The middle-aged monk looked at his body up and down, his face did not hide his appreciation, "Yes, he dares to be the first in the world, and has a resolute personality. It was not until his spiritual power was exhausted that he was affected by Yunqiao and messed up his mood. Although the talent is a little weak But the mind is the best among all people, no wonder you can successfully break through the three bottlenecks, and you may not be unable to achieve something in the future."

The sword cultivator also put away his sneer, and said sternly: "He is a good seedling who practice swords, do you want to come to our Feihong hall to learn swordsmanship?"

"Junior Brother Ding!"

The middle-aged monk gave him a reproachful look, "These disciples have to be reviewed by the pavilion master, and the pavilion master will personally assign them. The pavilion master will consider the situation in the pavilion. As disciples, we should not step overboard."

Jianxiu smiled, not afraid of this senior brother at all, "Shouldn't they also have to consider their talents and wishes when assigning masters and uncles? This son's character no longer needs to be tempered. Apart from our Feihong Hall, where else is he suitable?" This kid, is it possible to go to the Zhuding Hall to light the fire? I am also giving him a little advice, so that he will not go astray when the time comes."

The fourth person beside them suddenly interrupted, "Stable mind, it's not bad to come to our Snow Shadow Hall to draw amulets."

Then he lowered his head, not looking at Jianxiu's staring eyes.

The middle-aged monk and the man in the green shirt looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.

Before the disciples were confiscated and entered the door, open and secret fighting began.

The avatar heard them arguing, and couldn't laugh or cry in his heart. With his own talent, he could even attract competition. Fortunately, he 'fallen' in time and didn't go too far.

At this time, there were still five people on the Yunqiao, each of whom had surpassed the incarnation, and was above the tenth floor of the Qi refining period.

There is even an old man in sixty armor, who is the No. 13 cultivation base of the Qi refining period, ranking the highest among all.

The four people in Yanmiao Pavilion are discussing whether to keep the old man.

After a while, these people also fell down one after another, but the performance of the old man was impressive. He almost persisted until his spiritual power was exhausted before falling from above.

Until the last moment, the old man was harassed by the strong wind outside, with clouds and bridges bewitching his heart inside, his body was like a willow in the wind, but the spirit altar still maintained a trace of clarity and persisted tenaciously.

Looking at the old man sent back by Feijian.

There was no sound on the pier.

The four people in Yanmiao Pavilion looked solemn, putting away their frivolity.

The sword cultivator let out a faint sigh, and murmured: "It's a pity that I am too old, and there is no hope of building a foundation."

The eyes of that Xueyingtang cultivator flashed brightly, as if seeing a treasure, he immediately forgot about the avatar.

"Brother, hurry up and adjust your breath."

The middle-aged monk pointed to the left side of the pier.

The old man is also a human being, and he knew that he had been selected at a glance. Although the oil was exhausted, he still stood up tremblingly and saluted, "Your junior is ashamed!"

There were tears on his face.

No one laughed.

The monks on the right side of the pier showed thoughtful expressions, and some people bowed to them without waiting for the monk of Yanmiao Pavilion to announce the result, and flew away with the light.

"Fellow Daoists."

The middle-aged monk turned his head and looked to the right side of the pier, "You guys failed the Yunqiao test today, please go back!"

Even though they were mentally prepared, some people still cried on the spot.

The middle-aged monk turned to the other side again, "Although you have passed the Yunqiao test, you are not counted as disciples of my Yanmiao Pavilion for the time being. You still need to see the pavilion master personally. Get on the boat first."

After finishing speaking, the middle-aged monk threw out a palm-sized bamboo boat.

The bamboo boat grew in the wind and turned into a big boat. Everyone filed in. The big boat broke through the waves and headed towards the island in the middle of the lake at high speed.

I don't know when the cloud bridge dissipated, the fog cleared, and there was not a trace left.

Soon, the big boat brought them to the island in the center of the lake, and then sailed into the sea of ​​fog without any hesitation.

The water mist billowed like huge waves and spread out to both sides.

After entering inside, the surrounding area is a vast expanse of whiteness, and you may get lost here if you don't pay attention.

Everyone looked in awe, their avatars were well-informed, and they could see a clue that Wuhai should not be a too strong spiritual formation, but just an ordinary psychedelic formation.

Tianmudie had peeked at Yanmiao Pavilion before, and there was not only an island in the middle of the lake in the center of the mist, it may be a large area of ​​water blocked by the mist.

With the strength of Yanmiao Pavilion, it should not be able to arrange such a large top-level spiritual formation, and the real mountain protection formation is still inside.

Seeing no movement by the middle-aged monk, the bamboo boat traveled through the mist for a while, and suddenly a bright light appeared before his eyes.

The smoke is vast.

There are several green peaks in the lake, which are not inferior to the peaks outside.

These green peaks are connected by white jade bridges, and there are few people on the bridges.Some white jade bridges are covered with vines, hanging from high altitude, uneven, long enough to touch the water.

The vines sway in the breeze, like a natural curtain, a scene full of vitality.

The beautiful scenery like a fairyland came into view, and these poor casual cultivators were stunned.

A look of bewilderment appeared on the avatar's face.

This scene of mountains in the water and people in the mountains suddenly evokes the memory hidden in my heart.

Shaohua Mountain.

There are enemies, relatives and friends.

The memories of that period of time are not all good, but this is the place where he has undergone several transformations.

Decades have passed by, is the old friend still there?

"The peaks ahead are where our Yanmiao Pavilion Mountain Gate is located. Not surprisingly, this is where you will practice in the future..."

The voice of the middle-aged monk woke everyone up. His foot slightly moved, and the bamboo boat shook off the water and flew towards one of the green peaks.

When he was about to approach Qingfeng, the middle-aged monk took out his waist card and shook it, then flew up without hindrance, landed on a stone platform halfway up the mountain, and put everyone down.

The stone platform is connected with a stone path, which leads straight to the peak. Among the mountains and forests, you can faintly see several magnificent halls.

"Let's go, follow me to see the pavilion master!"

The middle-aged monk led the crowd up the stairs.

(End of this chapter)