Artifact Smuggling Specialist

A black ray of light shot directly from the sky, reaching everyone in the blink of an eye.

The phoenix chariot was put away the moment he landed, and Zuo Lan, dressed in a dark green robe, landed on the high platform at the same time as the other six people who had participated in the Soul Academy Competition had already stood on the platform.

Surrounded by the flags of the various houses of the Ninth Soul Academy, there is an unspeakable aura under the strong wind.

"No academy, Zuo Lan has arrived."

At this time, Zuo Lan looked very senior. Thousands of people's eyes fell on him, but he just saluted Yan Shen.

Seven people finally gathered together.

The other six people stood in different positions, all looking at Zuo Lan.

Yan Shen breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Zuo Lan's calmer expression, he was very satisfied in his heart. They also regretted it when they knew that the mission location was Tianyuan. What about Lan?

"It's fine if you have nothing to do, return to your seat."

Yan Shen's gaze shifted to Tian Hexiang in the giant cauldron.

"Incense ceremony, start!"

The entire Ninth Soul Academy was almost boiling when it saw Zuo Lan appear, and there was a cheering sound below, but after all, Yan Shen was still on it, and everyone dared not be too obvious, but when Yan Shen said that the ceremony started , all the cheers are logical.

Ninth Soul Academy, a turnaround that has been suppressed for a long time?

Everyone is looking forward to this year being the strongest year.

Zuo Lan, Xue Chongshi, Chongyu, Jiang Cuoming, Xi Yulin, Meng Fanyun, Yun Qi, the seven of them came to the front together. It's like thousands of strings passing through my heart, and the strong wind is majestic, and I almost tremble and cheer for it.

And Zuo Lan, standing at the front, on this high platform, looked down at everyone, and greeted everyone's expectant eyes.

At this moment, they are no longer themselves, but symbols of the entire Ninth Soul Academy.

The Soul Academy Competition has always been a grand event in the history of the entire continent. Each Soul Academy Competition is quite grand, and its scale and influence are much more terrifying than the other two.Soul Continent, Soul Academy Grand Competition, Guild Trial, and Throne Meeting, although these three items have always been mentioned side by side, but in fact, because the influence of Soul Academy is much greater, and it is the official center of power, the entire continent The one with the most resources in the world should be respected by the Soul Academy.

The Nine Great Soul Institutes are the source of soul cultivation in almost the entire continent, and there have been countless outstanding figures, especially the First Soul Institute. After all, the First Soul Institute is the most powerful among all Soul Institutes.For many years, the First Soul Academy has occupied a lot of resources, and because of its prosperity, there are more geniuses who come to practice and mentors who are willing to serve the First Soul Academy. In the past hundred years, the First Soul Academy has almost Most of the geniuses on the entire continent have been recruited.

As for the Ninth Soul Academy where Zuo Lan was, he stayed with the last seat all the time, which was extremely desolate, but the mentors of the Ninth Soul Academy naturally had their own reasons.

There are too many good students in the hands of the No. [-] Soul Academy, which tends to cause the original good seedlings to grow crooked in the end, often focusing on people at the top, while the Ninth Soul Academy is used to cultivating people with middle talents because of scarcity of resources. So if it is really about the degree of responsibility of the mentors, it is natural that the Ninth Soul Institute is even more powerful.

What is hidden under these conclusions is the embarrassment that cannot be hidden in the Ninth Soul Academy.

They urgently need a victory, or even if it is not a victory, they still want to let the Ninth Soul Academy shine for a while under the attention of the entire continent.

Standing on this high platform, he suddenly wanted to cry.

Before he knew it, he had already integrated into this place.

The Soul Academy where I was born is a place where I can curse to death, but no one else is allowed to say a word.

When Zuo Lan bent over to worship the tripod, the corners of his lips curled up, and he closed his eyes slightly.

If there is a spirit in the sky, I ask you to witness——Zuo Lan will do his best.

The big competition of the Soul Academy, burning incense.

The giant three-eared bronze cauldron burned heavenly incense to inform the gods and demons. The pale incense ash fell and scattered a cloud of smoke in the cauldron.

Fragrant.

One prostration, three prostrations; one prostration, three prostrations; one prostration, three prostrations.

Three prostrations and nine kowtows, adding hands to the forehead, the Lingtai is clear, driving away distracting thoughts, and there is nothing outside the mind.

This huge high platform, under the blue sky and white sun, the last wisp of green smoke rises into the sky and merges with it.

The seven figures on the stage bowed deeply.

Yan Shen also followed Jishou, waited for everyone to get up, waved his sleeves, "Open the incense room."

Each soul academy has its own traditions, but there has long been consistency in the soul academy competition.

In ancient times, incense was a medium to connect with the gods. Soul cultivators had a unique research on incense, and believed that burning incense and incense can wash away the filth on the human body and make the whole body and mind light.Although people no longer admire such things as incense, soul houses are a different kind of existence after all. Every soul house competition must participate in the incense burning ceremony in their respective soul houses.

Zuo Lan stood on the high platform and turned his back to everyone, so at this moment, he saw a huge light curtain appearing in front of everyone, and this light curtain had already appeared when Yan Shen's words fell to the ground.

Yan Shen recited the ancient gatha, so that light curtain gradually transformed into a light gate, and everyone held their breaths, watching everything that happened now.

Behind this light gate, there must be the incense room that Yan Shen was talking about.

He had read a lot of information before, and he had longed for it before. He didn't want to come here easily now. Maybe there were a lot of criticisms on him, but Zuo Lan didn't care.

Originally, when worshiping the burnt Tianhe incense, Zuo Lan still felt his heart was surging, but when the door was slowly opened, his heart unexpectedly calmed down abnormally.

The monthly ladder is waiting for you.

The first soul academy, the moon-by-month ladder.

Zuo Lan closed his eyes, and slowly walked into the light gate from the plank road extending out of nowhere.

After entering, the light door outside has been closed and disappeared again.

Zuo Lan and the other seven people had already passed through a long glowing corridor and came to a dimly lit lobby.

An old man sat on a futon with his back facing them, his body bent, his back arched like a dried fish, and his hair was pale and dusty.

From the angle where Zuo Lan and the others are standing, you can see the fingers of the old man sitting cross-legged on his knees, which look like dry fingers, and his skin is like wrinkled orange peel. This person is emaciated, even if he is not dying , is also described as haggard.

This is the unanimous thought of Zuo Lan and everyone else.

This is a small room, and there is a mysterious fragrance in the air, which seems to linger, and the surroundings are dim, except for the two pillars nearby, only the old man can be seen.

The old man had his back to them, but he was facing a dark place where they could see nothing.

None of the seven of them knew what the incense ceremony was like before, and this is the first time they have come to such a place. Everything before was kept confidential. Yan Shen never told Jiang Cuoming, Xue Chongshi and others, Zuo Lan When I went to perform the mission of the Soul Academy, I was not in the Soul Academy at all, and even came back at the last moment, so it was impossible to check these related things.So at this moment, no one knows what to do.

But after Zuo Lan thought about it, it was normal for such a person to appear, after all, no one knew what was going on with the ceremony.

Zuo Lan was about to ask for advice, but he didn't want the old man in front to speak.

"A spring and autumn lamp for 50 years..."

The hoarse and old voice was exactly as Zuo Lan and the others had imagined.

Xue Chongshi was standing beside Zuo Lan, he squeezed the soul crystal in his sleeve, but squinted his eyes, this old man must be weird.

When the old man was talking, the oil lamp in front flickered. It was like a ancestral hall for worshiping ghosts, but it was darker and elusive than ordinary ancestral halls, and because of the faint fragrance floating in the air, Let no one dare to underestimate this place.

Originally, the secrets of the soul institutes are endless. After so many years, who knows how deep the foundations of each soul institute are?

A spring and autumn 50 years.

A terrifying idea popped up in Zuo Lan's mind, but he couldn't open his mouth. His intuition told him that the old man must have something to say.

A little spark suddenly went out, and the whole space was plunged into darkness. Then, a little light appeared from the fingertips of this person, and then it left his finger, and shot lightly towards a certain place in the darkness, so the whole room suddenly fell into darkness. There was a light in between.

The newly ignited fire staggered and was brighter than the previous one, so the area that could be illuminated was wider. However, the surrounding area of ​​the fire was empty, and there was nothing but the fire, even There are no cups, bowls and plates, just a lonely fire.

How long has this person been in this place.

"Soul Academy Grand Competition, is it about to start again?"

The sound was obviously extremely unpleasant, it sounded like someone was grinding their throat vigorously with coarse sandpaper, but it sounded wrong no matter what.

This should be a very old man, but Zuo Lan seems to have seen his heart through these two sentences - it is obviously like dead ashes, even cold ashes, but there seems to be a seed buried under the ashes .

It's just that Zuo Lan didn't know what was under the seed coat of this seed.

Is it a seed that has been broken, or... a bud that has been trying to get out...

"Yes." Zuo Lan didn't dare to say too much.

The skinny old man kept his back to them, wearing a gray robe, his whole body gave off a dusty look, very old, as if he had been here for a long time, sitting, sitting for a long time.

"Xue Chongshi, the position of Kan; Chongyu, the position of exchange; Meng Fanyun, the position of Li; Yun Qi, the position of Zhen; Xi Yulin, the position of Gen; Jiang Cuoming, the position of Xun."

The old man turned his back to them, unexpectedly knew their names, and told the arrangement of their positions.

This is the direction of the gossip, Zuo Lan and others naturally know it very clearly, but one of the names mentioned is missing.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, Xue Chongshi was very murderous, and he was about to move with a flick of his finger, but Zuo Lan, who was standing beside him, quietly stretched out his hand to hold him down.

Zuo Lan didn't expect that this soul academy would come to this place like this before, but Yan Shen sent them in this place, there is no reason to harm them at such a critical moment.What's more, the people here are not completely good people. There are not a few people from big families. If something happens to them, it may not be easy to solve.

"This old man has ghosts." Xue Chongshi's voice was not too loud, but very calm, but in this kind of place, it was easy to be heard.

Zuo Lan smiled, shook his head, and looked at the old man's back. The surroundings were dark, only the circle around the old man was bright.

"Senior, the other six people have their positions, but where is Zuo Lan's position?"

The incense-burning style should be to enter a room and receive aromatherapy, but now that others have a place, what about your own?

The old man still arched his back, his fingers like dead branches did not move, and his voice was straight: "The remaining position is Kun and Qian, which one do you choose?"

The heaven and the earth are also the heaven and the earth.

You Zuo Lan, which one do you choose?