Zhang Xiaohan didn't know whether what he saw in front of him was an illusion or a real one, but from the previous few thresholds, whether it was an illusion or not, as long as he was in contact, it was still real.

But are the people here really monks? Are those who drink, play and sing and perform alchemy and talismans in public and refine weapons? Are they great monks from ancient times?

But who can do what a monk can do? Zhang Xiaohan's eyes try to ignore what she doesn't want to see, but the more he doesn't want to see, the more he can't help looking over there. It's fake. Isn't that something that should be done with talent on his back?

Zhang Xiaohan stood there and looked around for a while, and his eyes met a monk who was dressed in simple clothes like her. In such an environment, a male cultivator and a female cultivator looked at each other, and both of them were a little embarrassed.

Fortunately, he is not a cultivator in the fusion stage, but a late stage of the Void Refining stage. Zhang Xiaohan bowed his hand and frowned a little.

The monk nodded coldly, and was a little puzzled by the scene in front of him. He couldn't help but look at Zhang Xiaohan more.

No one would be too careful in such an environment. Zhang Xiaohan only felt that the monk's eyes were very ambiguous. She turned her head away, but accidentally faced a pair of satisfied faces.

Really...it's awful.

Zhang Xiaohan cursed in his heart, "Isn't this a trial ground? Shouldn't the trial ground fight between life and death? Why do such a messy thing appear? Maybe it's all hallucinations."

Zhang Xiaohan could not close his eyes, and he did not dare to relax his spiritual consciousness. The third eye was opened, and the Nascent Soul in the Dantian of the ancient monk of various forms in front of him were in sight.

This... Zhang Xiaohan quickly closed his third eye and saw that the saying was true. It was no longer applicable in the world of cultivating immortals, and her expression couldn't help but calm down.

The Nascent Souls in the bodies of these monks who are enjoying themselves are not enjoying themselves. Their strength is simply terrible, and they are actually practicing while pursuing themselves. Is this kind of enjoyable lifestyle also a kind of cultivation?

What exactly do you want these monks who are trying to understand in this level in the trial field?

The monks in front of them seem to be real, but how can their lifespan be more than 100,000 years, or hundreds of thousands of years?

No matter what, you have to leave here as soon as possible and wait until the monks come in. It is even more embarrassing.

Zhang Xiaohan opened his third eye again. He tried not to look at the content that he didn't want to see - put aside some unsightly pictures, in fact, the layout here is very spacious, not ordinary squares and gardens. It also has a European style of architecture. But what exactly should be done at this level?

The two people who came in finally attracted the attention of these hedonistic monks. They slowly stopped what they were doing. It was not pleasant to be concentrated in these eyes. Although they did not have the pressure of spiritual power, they just thought about what they had done before.

"The cultivators who can enter the trial field now have such low cultivation?" The female cultivator who spoke was half-stuck from the couch and leaned lazily against the male cultivator behind him. Her clothes were scattered, covering only important positions.

"The world is impermanent. Apart from this place, there is no unchanging world? Maybe it will decline outside long ago." The male cultivator behind him wrapped his finger around the female cultivator's hair and sent it to his lips, and said while playing.

"Yes, here you can have endless life, you can do whatever you want, or you can have an end of your cultivation. Haha, how can they, like outsiders, understand it?" The female cultivator reached out to hook the man behind her, and Yubi Jiebai was filled with indescribable temptation.

Zhang Xiaohan couldn't help but glance at the late stage of the Immortal Refining Cultivation Cultivation. He looked at the two monks with interest, as if their words attracted him.

"I have seen you seniors, I'm just here to experience it..." The late-stage cultivator of the Void Refining Cultivation said with his hand.

"It's really not interesting, but it's rare for a few newcomers to come in. You might as well sit here and have a drink and talk about things outside to have fun with us." The male and female monks seemed to be the masters here. They were talking, and the other monks just listened quietly.

"Why should you be so cautious? Any cultivator here is much stronger than the two of you." The female cultivator chuckled: "If a fellow Taoist learns even a little skill from us, whether it is the technique of alchemy and weapon refining or the experience of cultivation, it will be worth the trip."

The female cultivator's laughter was a bit tempting, but she said it was the truth. Although she saw it for a few glances, she knew that the cultivators here were all unusual in their alchemy and weapons and talismans. The Mu family's alchemy techniques were already superb, but they were not much compared to the ones here.

"Why? Don't you dare? With the cultivation of the two fellow Taoists, if we force you to stay, you can't leave either." The female cultivator's face darkened slightly, and she showed an unswerving expression.

Why is her Nascent Soul very nervous? Zhang Xiaohan did not move in the same place and did not say a word. It seemed that there was a senior who had a much higher cultivation than her not far away.

Zhao Xuanyi frowned and looked at the scene in front of him. Listening to the gentle voice of the female cultivator, these unrestrained cultivators whose cultivation was far beyond his knowledge did not put pressure on him, and he did not understand where he was.

"Yuan Yi, I'm also angry with the irrelevant monks. If I have me, I still have to think about others?" The male cultivator sent the black wrapped around his fingers to the end of his nose and sniffed it, and said with a little dissatisfaction.

"Hundreds of thousands of years have passed, are you tired of facing me every day?" The female cultivator turned her head and glanced at the male cultivator behind her with charm.

The answer to the female cultivator was a chuckle. Fortunately, there were outsiders, and the restricted action did not happen.

Zhao Xuanyi couldn't help but look at Zhang Xiaohan again. Zhang Xiaohan didn't recognize him, he recognized Zhang Xiaohan. He was a popular figure in the first few levels. How could he not recognize him? When he saw Zhang Xiaohan just frowned slightly and didn't say anything, he felt that Zhang Xiaohan should be able to pass this level safely.

If a female cultivator sees such a scene, generally speaking, she either has a blushing face or a straight eyebrows. After Zhang Xiaohan's initial surprise, she had no expression at all, and was as calm as a female cultivator of her age.

Even though the cultivator who can stand out in the first few levels is lower than his cultivation level, he will not underestimate it, let alone the saying that there is a chance to be a good person.

Zhang Xiaohan looked around and once again confirmed that the pleasure seen by his eyes was an illusion. These monks were not enjoying their expressions, or that enjoyment had become part of their practice.

She didn't want to deal with the monks in front of her. These monks have not used their cultivation yet, perhaps because of the position she was standing.

She stood on the steps outside the small square in front of her. The square was semicircular. The monks were in the semicircular square, with dozens of pillars behind them. They couldn't see clearly what was behind the pillars.
Chapter completed!