I, Panda, am super fierce!

This is Tai Yanzong?

There was no trace of familiarity in the place within the time limit, but the man did indeed say the name.

Could it be... Isn't this the life of the young man he had imagined, but an illusion?

Then what does this illusion want to test?

Yi Zhou's thoughts did not affect the group of people in front of him at all.

The disciples standing opposite in brocade clothes all laughed when they got a satisfactory answer.

"Junior brother is refreshing!" The leader clapped his hands, and his mouth became shady when it was clearly a compliment.

"It's easy to say." The young man kept his face cold and refused to budge.

His performance obviously did not satisfy the leader, and the corner of the other party's mouth curved into a sarcasm: "I hope the younger brother can still be as tough as he is now after the competition. Don't say that we are bullying the younger with the big, and it would be bad to play tricks."

"Don't you know whether to bully senior brother or not?" After he finished speaking, the little fat man's face turned red with anger, and he said without hesitation: "You people are just relying on the shadow of your ancestors to make fun of the breeze. Tian was loved by the patriarch, so he rushed over impatiently, do you really think that no one else knows what you think?"

"You!" The little fat man's words obviously angered the group of people. They all had angry faces and surrounded the two of them. Some of the more irritable ones even took out their magic weapons.

That group of people seemed to be afraid, they were clearly out of breath, but they couldn't let go of the magic weapon they had grasped.

Are the rules the same?Seeing this scene, Yi Zhou became more and more suspicious, because there is such a rule in Taiyan Sect's sect: disciples under the sect are forbidden to fight privately, and once they find out, they will all be expelled from the sect.

"What, want to make a move? Come on, don't pretend." The little fat man was not afraid at all, and even took a step forward, getting closer to the group of people.

"Do you really think I dare not?!" There was a grumpy man in the crowd who couldn't stand the provocation, grabbed the talisman and was about to throw it down, but another person grabbed his arm.

"Okay, you don't want to stay in the sect anymore, do you?" It was the leader who held him back. He turned his head and glared at the person who was about to throw the talisman. Pressed it down, put down his hand, and kneaded the talisman paper into a ball in his hand.

Seeing that the people on his side had calmed down, the leader turned his head around again and looked at the two teenagers surrounded by them.

Seeing the two teenagers who raised their heads deliberately to show their aura, he suddenly smiled.

His skills were much better than that of the little fat man. The two people standing opposite him, together with Yi Zhou, could clearly see the disdain in each other's eyes, as if they were just a puddle of mud on the ground.

This time the angry people became those two teenagers.

But the leader didn't give them a chance to speak, and waved his hand to his followers: "Let's go."

The rest followed suit, looked at them with disdain or mocking eyes before leaving, and then followed that person.

As soon as he left, the little fat man turned around and punched the boy.

He said angrily: "Are you stupid? The group of Zhonglan are all in the late stage of foundation establishment, and you are only in the middle stage of foundation establishment. How can you compare with them?"

"It's not a golden pill." The young man held his shoulders and said in disbelief, "Whoever says I can't beat it."

"Then what do you rely on to fight?" The little fat man pointed to a group of people who could still see their backs, and raised his hands: "Those people, everyone has at least one magic weapon on them. What do we have? Only two hands."

"It's not us, it's me." The boy pulled down his companion's hand, turned and walked to the room: "Don't worry about me, I can do it myself."

His indifferent appearance made the little fat man very angry, he glanced at the young man behind his back, and said angrily, "I don't care about you!"

Yi Zhou followed the young man and saw him enter the room, looking for a tattered book and opening it.

There are some patterns recorded in the book, the young man took out a low-grade spirit stone and a carving knife, and carved them on the spirit stone according to the pattern.

The spiritual energy remaining in the spirit stone is extremely rare, but the texture of the spirit stone itself determines that this carving will not be too easy.

Yi Zhou had nowhere to go, so he had to watch the young man draw patterns on the spirit stone bit by bit.

The first attempt failed.

The boy turned a little harder, the skin of the spirit stone was pierced, and the spirit energy stored in the stone escaped.

The other party stared at the spirit stone with an anxious expression on his face as if he was about to cry. Seeing the spirit energy wafting out, he quickly meditated and sucked the escaped spirit energy into his body, then opened his eyes and tried to infuse mana into the spirit stone, hoping Can be reused.

This attempt failed of course, the boy sighed, but he did not throw away the stone, but continued to carve on it.

The subsequent engraving went smoothly, and the exact same patterns as those in the book appeared on the surface of the spirit stone, but since there was no trace of spirit energy in the spirit stone, those patterns were just a decoration.

Putting the broken spirit stone aside, the boy took out another handful of spirit stone from the storage bag.

He put the spirit stones on several tables, selected the one with the weakest spirit energy, and repeated the previous action.

The boy's movements were not fast or slow, and there was a unique rhythm. Yi Zhou was fascinated by it, and gradually became immersed in it. When he woke up, the other party had already put down the carving knife.

He stared at the spirit stone in his hand for a while, then suddenly turned his head to look at the void, and asked, "Did you see anything?"

Yi Zhou was startled, because the boy was looking in his direction.

He was standing against the wall, and there would be no second person behind him, so the words must have been addressed to him.

What is he trying to do?Yi Zhou was puzzled, but now was not the time to think too much. He took a step forward, raised his arms into fists, bowed his back slightly, and asked tentatively, "Is senior calling me?"

"Or else?" The young man smiled, leaning on the back of the chair, playing with the spirit stone in his hand, his tone was completely different from his face: "There is no one else here except you."

I'm really calling him...

After confirming, Yi Zhou felt a little troubled.

Although he looked at it seriously before, it would be false to say how much he understood about this thing. At best, Yi Zhou could tell that the pattern carved by the other party looked like a formation, but what was the name of the formation and what was its function? , he is completely ignorant.

Seeing his embarrassed appearance, the young man felt it was funny: "Whatever you are afraid of, just say what you have, and it's okay to say something wrong."

He raised his arms, flicked the sleeves of his robe, and tilted his body slightly: "I'm just a remnant soul, with no strength to restrain a chicken, I can't do anything to you."

That's what the other party said, but Yi Zhou didn't dare to believe it all. How could he be able to create such a realistic illusion, as he said, really powerless.

"Senior has never encountered the method of engraving formations on spirit stones, so I dare not discuss them. However, I guess that by doing this, seniors let the spirit stones form their own formation diagrams to reduce the time required for formation."

Yi Zhou said while observing the young man's face, seeing the slightly satisfied expression on the other's face, he was relieved.

"Yes, you are not too stupid."

The young man leaned on the chair, with a look of nostalgia on his face: "I entered the sect back then, I had no possessions, half of my monthly salary was deducted, and I could barely maintain my cultivation. It was really difficult to spend the extra money to buy magic weapons. It is natural to be invincible when competing with others. Later, when I was forced into a desperate situation, I came up with this idea, and I barely had a means of self-protection."

He raised his hand, glanced at the spirit stone again, and suddenly threw the spirit stone forward with a flick of his wrist.

The spirit stone flew in front of him, and Yi Zhou quickly reached out to take it, and then heard the young man next to him say: "Since we have known each other for a while, I can't let you go back empty-handed, so you stay with me and use the spirit stone as a formation map." Learn the means."

As soon as his words fell, his figure disappeared suddenly, and at the same time the door of the room was closed, Yi Zhou was still in a daze, and heard another sentence from the air: "If you can't learn it, you don't need to go out."

Yi Zhou: "..."

Looking at the empty room, Yi Zhou was at a loss.

Is this senior a bit willful?

Shouldn't this kind of skill teaching be from master to apprentice?

Thinking of this, Yi Zhou shouted: "Senior, I've already been a teacher, and I'm afraid it's not right to learn from you."

Words go out, there is no response.

This practice similar to house arrest was extremely uncomfortable, Yi Zhou frowned, stood for a while, then turned around suddenly, grabbed the latch and tried to open the door.

There was no response to the door, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull it open.

When he was wrestling with the door latch, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the room, and the ends of his hair were lifted by the wind, blocking Yi Zhou's cheek and scratching it.

This kind of wind that suddenly blows in from a place with closed doors and windows, I can understand what's going on, Yi Zhou's face darkens: "If senior is bored, there are many people in this secret place, why bother looking for me for entertainment."

The breeze died down, the tails of hair fell, and the room became silent again.

This response made Yi Zhou very helpless, and he couldn't even continue the anger in his heart.

He sighed and slowed down his tone: "The younger generation is dull, and I'm afraid I won't be able to learn the skills of the senior in a while, but this secret realm will be closed in less than a month. At that time, the younger generation will be locked in it, and the cultivation base will not be able to improve. After a hundred years I'm afraid it will stain the eyes of the seniors if the face grows old."

"You little doll is really interesting, you don't want to stay here and you have to find so many reasons." A voice came from the air, and the person finally replied: "Don't worry, this is the world I built, so it can't be the same as the outside world. You have lived here for ten or eight years, and the outside world is no more than a cup of tea."

Hearing this, Yi Zhou finally felt relieved. What he was most afraid of was that if he didn't go out before the secret realm was closed, he wouldn't be able to see him then, so Master should be more worried.

Putting his mind to rest, most of Yizhou's resistance to this matter disappeared. He took the spirit stone to the table where the boy was sitting before, sat down, and carefully looked at the lines on the spirit stone.

I didn't pay attention to it before, but now I hold it in front of my eyes and observe carefully, only to find that the lines on the spirit stone are seamless. Yi Zhou looked around for several times, but couldn't even find the starting point.

Fortunately, the boy didn't take the book on the table with him when he disappeared. Yi Zhou opened the book, looked for the pattern on it, and searched for the corresponding position on the spirit stone.

After spending a long time figuring out the pattern, Yi Zhou put down his things, picked out one of the remaining spirit stones on the table, picked up the carving knife, and prepared to do it.

Then he got stuck again.

For a monk who used to hold a sword, this carving knife was indeed too small, and it didn't feel right in his hand. Trying it reluctantly, he just pulled two threads and cut through the spirit stone on his hand.

Feeling the sudden aura in the room, Yi Zhou showed helplessness, he didn't stop, and continued to engrave according to the pattern like that senior.

Although holding this thing in his hand always felt awkward, but after using it for a while, Yi Zhou gradually got used to it.

Putting down another spirit stone that was destroyed by him, Yi Zhou picked up the last one, took a deep breath, and dropped the carving knife.

The experience accumulated in the previous failures made his movements more stable and his strength just right. As the tip of the knife fell, mysterious lines began to appear on the spirit stone.

Those lines looked messy at first, but as the lines became more and more, the patterns on them gradually appeared.

Until the last stroke falls, it perfectly connects with the beginning.

Yizhou Matsushita was holding his breath all the time, put down the things in his hands and raised his head, and saw that there was someone more on the opposite side.

The young cultivator stared at the thing in his hand, expressionless, and commented: "It's just a shape."

Yi Zhou was a little embarrassed.

What the other party said was right, he was completely following the gourd to draw a scoop, and after he finished drawing, he didn't know what formation the pattern was.

"The younger generation really... don't know much about the formation," he said.

"I don't know anything." The boy on the opposite side sneered.

For a genius like him who can understand the core of formations at a glance, it is really difficult to understand why there are people like formation idiots in the world.

Yi Zhou bowed his head and did not refute his words, guessing in his heart that this test should be regarded as a failure.

Thinking of this, Yi Zhou wasn't too disappointed. He didn't understand the formation himself, so there was no need to force it.

He had prepared himself mentally, but he didn't wait for this senior to sweep him out.

The young monk sighed alone for a while, then suddenly said: "Since you don't understand, then I'll teach you until you understand."

Yi Zhou raised his head abruptly, and saw a harmless face.

The other party bared his teeth at him: "The old man has not taught the juniors for a long time. It just so happens that you are lucky this time. If you can't learn it, don't go out."

Yi Zhou: "..."

Again.

Learning is boring, especially if you are not interested in what you want to learn.

Yi Zhou stayed in this illusion for an unknown amount of time before he barely passed the senior's assessment and was released.

Returning to the room and seeing the steps in front of him, Yi Zhou almost cried with joy.

He turned around and wanted to go out, but just when this thought came to his mind, the road behind disappeared, and there was an invisible abyss in front of him, stepping out, life and death were unknown.

Even knowing what he was thinking, Yi Zhou took a breath in his heart and stared at the abyss for a long time before turning around again and stepping up another step.

The scene changed, and he was still following that person, this time in the arena, the young man waved and threw two spirit stones, one trapped the opponent in the formation, and the other spirit stone caused ice blades to fall on the field, the attack was defeated Trapped monk.

The competition ended with the young man winning, but this method is not very clever. After using it a few times, someone found a way to crack it. In the end, the young man lost to a sword repairer.

Because the opponent had already dealt with him before he took out the spirit stone.

There was a vague sigh in the air, the steps appeared, Yi Zhou continued to move forward without stopping, and the scene in front of him continued to change.

The young Zhenxiu continued to grow in the battles against the enemy. At that time, Moxiu was still in the Eastern Continent, competing with Daoxiu for limited resources. There would be small frictions in the cultivation world every few years, and major frictions would occur every hundreds of years. .

The higher the cultivation level of the formation, the more unpredictable the use of the formation method. He once trapped hundreds of thousands of monks in the magic way by himself.

This battle severely damaged the vitality of the Demonic Dao, and also made Zhenxiu a legend in the cultivation world in one fell swoop. He probably couldn't even see the Dao of Heaven.

Almost at the next second after the breakthrough, the Ascension Tribulation arrived.

The scene stopped at the moment when the catastrophe fell, Yi Zhou opened his eyes, he felt sad after watching other people's life, the steps had already been walked, and there was a high platform in front of him, and there was a book on the high platform.

He raised his hand to pick up the scroll, and the high platform and the room suddenly disappeared, and the fenced courtyard was still in front of him. Five thatched cottages became one, and the long live vines were wrapped around the fence, swaying in the wind.

"You came out." The soft voice came again.

Yi Zhou collected himself and nodded, "He's out."

"Did you get the thing that Master Zhongtian gave you?" Wansui Teng poked the tip of his tail and screamed when he saw the thing in Yi Zhou's hand: "That's it, the thing in your hand, look! "

Yi Zhou raised the scroll in his hand: "This?"

"Yes, yes, this is it." There was obvious excitement in the voice: "After reading this secret place, it will be yours, and then we will go out together. I haven't seen the outside world yet. You will take me to see it, right? ?”

Yi Zhou caught a glimpse of the dangling vines, sat down and opened the scroll without saying a word.

The content recorded in the scroll was similar to what he saw in the illusion. Yizhou read the book at a very fast speed, until the thunder disaster landed, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the owner of the book had successfully ascended.

Fortunately, it worked.

He closed the scroll, feeling puzzled. Long live vine said that the secret realm was his after reading it, but he didn't feel any change.

Yi Zhou's doubts didn't last long. As soon as the scroll was closed, it turned into dots of fluorescent light, forming a man's appearance from the air.

Yi Zhou had seen him many times in the environment before, and immediately got up and saluted: "Senior."

"Boy, how about we make a deal?"

"Senior, please speak."

Before Yi Zhou agreed, the figure was a little unhappy, he clicked his tongue, and continued: "I gave you this cave, you can help me choose an apprentice outside."

Looking at Yi Zhou's slightly dazed look, he laughed and said, "Why, could it be that you think I'll let you be the heir?"

Yi Zhou bowed his head: "I don't dare, it's just that the younger generation has little experience, and I don't know what kind of person is the successor of the senior."

"This is simple." Xu Ying said, something suddenly flew out of the thatched cottage.

Yi Zhou raised his hand to take it.

"This thing is a gadget I made before my ascension. If you hold this thing and encounter someone with a high talent in formation, there will be a reminder."

The thing in his hand looks like a jasper gourd, but it is the size of a palm, so it is no problem to hang it on the clothes as an ornament.

"In addition to looking for people, this jade gourd can also be used as a storage tool. It is much larger than those storage bags in the cultivation world. You keep this gourd. When you find my successor, give it to him," Xu Ying said.

Yi Zhou sank his mind and looked in. As the other party said, the space in this jade gourd is really huge. One bag is at least worth ten storage bags, and there are many things in it. Master, I just heard Xuying say: "Except for the one in the farthest corner, everything else is yours."

There is a little space in the corner, and not many things are placed, but other places are full of piles.Yi Zhou found a lot of treasures in it just by looking over it before. Compared with what he was going to do, the other party paid too much!

"Senior, isn't this inappropriate?" Yi Zhou hesitated, "Finding you an apprentice is just a matter of effort, if you really want to pay, then this gourd is enough."

When Xuying heard this, he sneered: "Of course I will leave something for future apprentices, you don't have to worry about that, as for the things inside."

He looked at Yi Zhou, his expression became gentle: "Just treat it as a greeting gift for the junior, I don't know if anyone in the sect still remembers me."

"There must be." Yi Zhou clenched the gourd in his palm, looking at the light-colored phantom in front of him: "The questioning path you left behind is still there. Every disciple needs to walk through those ten thousand steps to get started."

In the previous illusion, Yi Zhou witnessed how the other party carved the formation on the steps little by little, just to let the disciples of the sect sharpen their minds when their realm was low, so as not to lose themselves in the future battle with the demon.

Yi Zhou has gone through countless times of questioning his heart, and has sincere reverence for this senior.

The figure in front of him smiled a little, his face became lighter and lighter, and eventually became blurred.

The halo in front of his eyes changed, and finally turned into a seal.

Yi Zhou bowed towards the front, with a hint of understanding in his heart, the remnant soul of the senior who had been with him in the illusion for a long time, might have disappeared.

The seal fell and was caught by Yi Zhou. As soon as his hand touched the surface, the method of using it emerged in his mind.

This seal is equivalent to the center of the secret realm, as long as a drop of blood is dripped into it, the opening and closing of the secret realm in the future will be all in his mind.

"Hurry up, what are you hesitating for?" The voice next to him was more anxious than him.

Probably because the owner left, Longevity Vine didn't care about it, and didn't even pretend to be. It climbed down from the fence and moved to Yizhou's side. The tip of the vine was raised and moved to Yizhou's hand. It was shaking when it spoke. .

Talking to a plant always felt a bit strange, Yi Zhou pursed his lips, cut his finger and dripped blood on the seal.

Without refining, everything in the secret realm appeared in his mind.

"Quick! Close the secret realm quickly, and then take me out to have a look!" Longevity Vine couldn't wait, and before Yi Zhou could speak, he shrunk himself and wrapped it around Yi Zhou's wrist, echoing the jade talisman on the other hand.

It hasn't been two months yet, but Yizhou's purpose of coming to the secret realm has been achieved, and he has gained additional gains, so there is no need to stay any longer.

He injected mana into the seal, and the seal suddenly flew up and became bigger, stamping the ground.

The secret realm was instantly shaken.

Touching the jade talisman in his hand, Yi Zhou said to the long live vine wrapped around him, "Let's go."

"Okay." The vine on the wrist twisted.

The monks in the secret realm are very clear about the meaning of the earthquake. Although they are surprised that the secret realm will be closed in less than two months, no one wants to be imprisoned in it for a hundred years, so they pack themselves up and wait for the secret realm to send them away. go out.

Half an hour later, a repulsive force appeared, and all the monks in the secret realm appeared at the foot of the mountain, including the dead bodies.

Next to Yi Zhou happened to be from the same family, the two greeted each other and looked for other people.

Because of the sudden incident, the monks led by Chen Yong are not here now.

"Little Martial Uncle, I saw Junior Brother Mingxing over there." The fellow disciple who was nearby said to him, "Let's go find them."

"No one is allowed to leave!" Just as Yi Zhou nodded, there was an angry shout not far away, and an old man flew into the air with a dead body in his arms.

Looking at the familiar clothes on the corpse, Yi Zhou's eyelids twitched suddenly, and he had a bad premonition.

The corpse held in his arms has already rotted, and there are still marks of being bitten on his body, revealing every bone, but the old man doesn't care, staring at the following people fiercely: "Until the murderer of my son is found, who will be killed today?" Don't even think about leaving!"

As soon as the words fell, transparent ripples appeared at the foot of the mountain, trapping these monks inside.