When the cannon fodder meets the villain boss

The scene in front of him changed in the next moment, Nangong Weiran was already standing on the stairs leading to the third floor from the second floor, turning around, Nangong Weiran saw nearly a hundred men and women with torn clothes and very embarrassed, these people were walking back and forth in place, But no one has ever stepped out of the surrounding area for one meter, which is extremely weird.

Nangong Weiran was surprised, and blinked to make sure that he was not mistaken.To be honest, he was really shocked, the method of the cultivator was even more surprising than what he had seen in novels before.

Situ Cang turned his head and looked at the incense burner in the room. A stick of incense inside was half burnt.Although he had just entered the third level, he didn't have to worry about it anymore, because the third level was to test the spiritual roots, and anyone with spiritual roots would be able to pass it, and those without spiritual roots would not be able to pass the third level.

Walking up to the third floor, Nangong was stunned. It wasn't because the cultivators had set up a magical formation here. In fact, there was nothing strange here. It was like a place where classes were held in an academy, with neatly arranged desks. There are chairs, and there are screens between each seat.

Walking to a seat, Nangong Weiran saw pens, ink, papers and inkstones on the table, and looked around, but couldn't find the stairs leading to the fourth floor.

How to pass this level, Nangong Weiran didn't have a clue for a while, even if he went through the back door, Nangong Weiran only knew the general arrangement.

The first level is to examine the mind and willpower

The second level is to examine the flexibility and understanding

The third pass, test the spirit root

But how to measure spiritual roots in such a scene?Nangong Weiran looked at the Four Treasures of the Study on the table again, thought for a while and went to get the writing brush on the pen holder, there were several writing brushes hanging on the pen holder.

As soon as Nangong Weiran's finger touched one of the brushes, it felt like being hit by an electric current, and his finger numb and slipped to the side without touching the brush.

There are weird!Nangong Weiran's eyes lit up immediately, he was not afraid of being weird but afraid of everything being normal.I went to touch the second brush again, and was shocked again.This time Nangong Weiran saw the silvery white lightning.After repeating this, he only got a brush when he knew that Nangong Weiran's hand was about to lose consciousness.

This is Dongfang Aotian and others also went up to the third floor, obviously the simple Qimen Dunjia couldn't trap them.

"Could this level be a written test?" Looking around, Dongfang Aotian came to a seat and sat down, then reached for the brush on the pen stand, and was hit by an electric current at the same time, his whole hand went numb. , "What's going on? Why is there electricity?"

Such strength cannot be explained by static electricity.Dongfang Aotian frowned all of a sudden, after so many things, Dongfang Aotian has already believed that there are immortal cultivators in this world, and his ambition has also expanded rapidly, so of course he will not miss his fairy fate.

"Electricity?" Li Yanran, who was also very curious to check the Four Treasures of the Study on the table, immediately withdrew her hand.The eyes looking at those brushes are full of wariness.

"Except for the pen, everything else is fine." Li Peifeng checked everything except the writing brush, but found nothing abnormal.But he's going to wait and see what others do.

"On this wall are articles from the "Tao Te Ching." Others also went up to the third floor, and one of them, a man dressed up, noticed the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall. There were seven calligraphy and paintings in total, all of which were from the "Tao Te Ching".However, this man was a little embarrassed. Although he was not illiterate, he was from a not-so-big family, with average knowledge and not very good-looking.

"Could it be that we are asked to copy the "Tao Te Ching"? But this..." The blue-clothed boy tossed the cup away from the numbness of the electricity, a little embarrassed.But I'm also a little fortunate that I didn't use the right hand holding the sword just now.

"There must be a pen that can be used." Another chivalrous woman who looked very capable retracted her finger that was shocked, looked at the so many pens on the pen holder, and gritted her teeth, "I can only try one by one."

Some people hesitated. After all, their hands were numb just now. They tried one by one without mentioning the pain at that time. If they tried too much, they were also worried about causing damage to their hands. Many of these people practiced swords. , for a swordsman, hands are very important.

Some people are a little clever, wrapping their hands with the cloth strips of their clothes before reaching for the pen.

There are also determined people who try each one without hesitation.

On this side, Nangong Weiran had already laid out the rice paper and ground the ink, and began to copy, but he soon found that the brush, which was obviously not heavy, became heavier and heavier as he wrote more and more words. Finally, Nangong Weiran's hand holding the pen They all trembled a little, almost unable to hold the pen in their hands.

Others may not be able to figure out the reason, but Nangong could feel a spiritual force entering his body through the pen in his hand.

Nangong Weiran glanced at the pen in his hand, and continued to copy without pausing.And Nangong Weiran could hear curses or annoyed voices from time to time.

Many people who broke their writing due to the sudden weight of the brush in their hands had to change a piece of paper to copy again.

It seems that even the simplest handwriting knocks out many people.

After writing the last word, Nangong Weiran suddenly felt that the scene in front of him was distorted. After a while, he found that the screen around him disappeared, and there was no pen, ink, paper or inkstone on the table, only a long and slender jade stick like a brush in his hand, A verdant vine and a clear stream appeared at the top, very bright.

This kind of scene also happened three years ago when Situ Cang helped him test his spiritual roots.

"Could this be the spirit test root?"

Looking around again, Dongfang Aotian and others are holding on to the same slender jade stick like a writing brush, writing on the table without a piece of paper, and some of the tops of the jade sticks in their hands are slightly shining, forming a ball images, and some have no light at all.

Nangong Weiran was terrified in his heart, did he fall into the illusion after entering the third floor?This time, what appeared in his heart was no longer the shock of the cultivator's methods, but a deep desire to master such power and become stronger.

With such a heart wall, Nangong Weiran walked to the stairs from the third floor to the fourth floor.

"I really deserve to be the one chosen by Brother Situ." In front of the phantom mirage formation, Ren Wuyang, among the foundation builders, was probably the only one who paid attention to Nangong Weiran, and he couldn't help admiring.In another five years, he will be able to step down as the head of the Shengxian Pavilion and return to the sect. He feels that it is necessary to win over this future junior brother before the Ascension Conference is over. One step away, it is the best way to worship under Yuxuzi's sect after forming alchemy.