After falling off the Cloud Bridge, the incarnation then felt a lightness all over his body, and was caught 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, one on the left and right sides of the pier. Some were sitting cross-legged and adjusting their breath, while others were standing, with different expressions.
Among them, the number of people on the left side is much smaller, only about ten people, all of whom are in high spirits, including the young man who fell down at the beginning. His depression has disappeared and his face is full of joy.
Looking at the other side, although there are many people, it is a gloomy and gloomy place.
Seeing this scene, the incarnation immediately understood that the monk on the left should be selected by Yanmiao Pavilion.
Looking at it.
As expected, when checking qualifications before, the boy with three spiritual roots who appeared was also on the left.
With this thought in his mind, the incarnation saw the sword cultivator reaching out and pointing to the left. His body tightened, and he was led by flying swords to the left side of the pier amid envious eyes.
The face of the incarnation showed joy, and he quickly adjusted his clothes without caring about the recovery of his breathing, and saluted: "Thank you, senior, for your help!"
“You are quite clever!”
The sword cultivator took back his flying sword and sneered.
The middle-aged monk looked at the avatar up and down, not hiding the admiration on his face, "Yes, he dared to be the first for the world, and had a strong character. It was not until his spiritual power was almost exhausted that he was affected by Yunqiao, which messed up his mood. Although his talent was slightly weak
, but his xinxing is the best among all people. No wonder he can successfully break through the three major bottlenecks, and he may not be unable to achieve great achievements in the future."
The sword cultivator also put away his sarcasm and said seriously: "He is a good young man who practices swordsmanship. Do you want to come to our Feihong Hall to learn swordsmanship?"
“Junior Brother Ding!”
The middle-aged monk gave him a reproachful look and said, "These disciples have to be reviewed by the pavilion master and assigned by the pavilion master himself. The pavilion master will consider them based on the situation in the pavilion. As disciples, we should not overstep our bounds."
The sword cultivator chuckled, not afraid of this senior brother at all, "When assigning pavilion masters and uncles, don't they also have to consider their talents and wishes? This child's character no longer needs to be tempered. Apart from our Feihong Hall, where else can he be suitable?
Is it possible for this boy to go to the Zhuding Hall to light the fire? I will give him some guidance to prevent him from going astray."
The fourth person beside them suddenly interrupted, "If you have a stable mind, it would be a good idea to come to our Snow Shadow Hall to draw talismans."
Then he lowered his head, not looking at the sword cultivator's glare.
The middle-aged monk and the man in green shirt looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.
Before the disciples even entered the door, the overt and covert fighting began.
Hearing their argument, the incarnation couldn't laugh or cry in his heart. His own talent could actually attract competition. Fortunately, he 'fell' in time and didn't overdo it.
At this time, there are five people on the Yunqiao, each of whom has a cultivation level that exceeds that of the incarnation, and is above the tenth level of the Qi Refining Stage.
There was even an old man in his sixties who was at the thirteenth level of the Qi Refining Stage and ranked the best 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 old man's performance was impressive. He almost persisted until his whole body's spiritual energy was exhausted before falling from the top.
Until the last moment, the old man was harassed by the strong wind outside, cloudy bridges were confusing inside, and his body was like a willow in the wind, but the spiritual platform still maintained a trace of clarity and tenacity.
Looking at the old man who was sent back by the flying sword.
There was total silence on the pier.
The four people in Yanmiao Pavilion looked solemn and put away their frivolousness.
The sword cultivator let out an insignificant sigh and murmured: "It's a pity that he is too old and there is no hope of building a foundation."
The Xueyingtang monk's eyes flashed with light, as if he had seen a treasure, and he immediately forgot about the incarnation.
“Brother, go and adjust your breath quickly.”
The middle-aged monk pointed to the left side of the pier.
The old man is also a human spirit. He knew at a glance that he was chosen. Even though the oil was exhausted, he still stood up tremblingly and saluted and thanked, "I am ashamed of myself, junior!"
His face was filled with tears.
No one laughs at you.
The monks on the right side of the pier showed thoughtful expressions. Some of them bowed their hands to them before the monks from Yanmiao Pavilion announced the results, and flew away in the Escape Light.
“Fellow Taoists.”
The middle-aged monk turned to look to the right side of the pier, "You failed to pass the Cloud Bridge test today, please go back!"
Already mentally prepared, some people still cried on the spot.
The middle-aged monk turned to the other side and said, "Although you have passed the Yunqiao test, you can't be counted as my disciples of Yanmiao Pavilion for the time being. You still need to be seen by the Pavilion Master in person, so you can get on the boat first."
After saying that, the middle-aged monk threw out a palm-sized bamboo boat.
The bamboo boat grew longer in the wind and turned into a large boat. Everyone filed in. The big boat cut through the waves and sailed towards the island in the middle of the lake at high speed.
The cloud bridge dissipated at some point, the fog dissipated, and not a trace remained.
Soon, the big boat took them to the island in the middle of the lake, and then sailed into the sea of fog without hesitation.
The water mist rolled like huge waves and spread to both sides.
After entering, you will be surrounded by a vast expanse of white. You may get lost here if you are not careful.
Everyone looked in awe. The incarnation was well-informed and saw a clue that the fog sea was not a very powerful spiritual formation, but just an ordinary psychedelic formation.
Tianmu Butterfly had peeked at Yanmiao Pavilion before. There was not only an island in the center of the fog, but also a large area of water that might have been blocked by the fog.
With the strength of Yanmiao Pavilion, it should not be able to deploy such a large top-level spiritual formation. The real mountain-protecting formation is still inside.
No movement was seen from the middle-aged monk. The bamboo boat passed through the fog for a while, and suddenly the vision suddenly became clear.
The vast mist.
There are several green peaks in the lake, and they are no less tall than the peaks outside.
Between these green peaks, there are white jade bridges connecting each other, with a few people on the bridges. Some of the white jade bridges are covered with vines, hanging from high in the sky, with uneven lengths that can touch the water surface.
The vines sway in the breeze, like a natural curtain, creating a vibrant scene.
The fairyland-like scenery came into view, and these poor casual cultivators were stunned.
The avatar’s face showed a look of astonishment.
This scene of mountains in the water and people in the mountains suddenly evokes memories hidden deep in my heart.
Shaohua Mountain.
Have enemies, have relatives and friends.
The memories of those years are not entirely beautiful, but this is the place where he has undergone several transformations.
Decades have passed by in a flash, are the old friends still there?
“The peaks ahead are where our Yanmiao Pavilion Mountain Gate is. If nothing else, this is where you will practice in the future…”
The middle-aged monk's voice woke everyone up. He stepped slightly, 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 waistband and waved it, then flew up without any hindrance, landed on a stone platform halfway up the mountain, and put everyone down.
The stone platform is connected to a stone path that leads straight to the top of the peak. Among the mountains and forests, you can faintly see several extraordinary halls.
“Let’s go, follow me to see the master of the pavilion!”
The middle-aged monk led everyone up the stairs.
This chapter has been completed!