"Dao Bell?"

Border waste.

After listening to Zuo Yang's explanation.

Everyone's hearts immediately became hot.

If it were other divine objects, with their cultivation level, they would probably not even have the chance to take a look. But the clock was extremely special and no one would compete with them. How many opportunities for fortune can be obtained depends entirely on their own ability!

"It's the Tao Bell!"

Zuo Yang is extremely confident.

"I saw the description of this clock back then, and it was absolutely impossible to be wrong. The last time I appeared in the world was thousands of years ago!"

"Below the holy realm, within a hundred years!"

"Anyone with some qualifications can get the opportunity!"

"Little junior brother!"

He suddenly looked at Gu Han.

"This kind of god-given opportunity is much better than that secret place, we have to seize it!"

“…”

Gu Han looked strange.

"It's true that fortune is true, but senior brother, you..."

At this time, Zuo Yang was excited and excited, his eyes were full of heat and yearning, and he was completely gone from the calmness and calmness he used to be, and he didn't care about everything. He was completely different from before!

"You don't understand."

Zuo Yang took a deep breath.

"Catch the Dao Bell nine times."

"After the gift of the Great Dao, my cooking skills will surely improve greatly, and I will be at the top in the future... It is definitely not empty talk!"

“…”

Everyone was a little ashamed.

I am afraid that only Zuo Yang and Yu Miao can always maintain such lofty ideals and never forget their original aspirations.

In comparison.

The little thing I want...

Vulgar!

Too vulgar!

Unbearable!

"I think."

Shen Xuan shook his head.

"If he could focus his mind on his practice, he would have to be in a half-step extraordinary realm now, right?"

“Conservative.”

Yang Ying shook her head.

"Start from the extraordinary realm."

"Senior Brother."

Gu Han thought about it for a while.

"What if the Dao gives back to you is not cooking skills? After all, according to your words, there is no such precedent?"

"That……"

The smile on Zuo Yang's face froze instantly.

"what to do?"

"have no idea."

Gu Han spread his hands, looking innocent.

"Just like to remind you."

Zuo Yang suddenly felt.

My junior brother is not a big deal.

"That……"

Shen Xuan hesitated for a moment.

"Who will come first?"

"I!"

Murong Yan stood up with a sledgehammer.

Look at the sledgehammer.

He looked at the Tao Bell again.

As if thinking.

"I don't know which one is stronger than my sledgehammer..."

Everyone looked speechless.

The Tao Bell is a divine object manifested by the Great Dao.

Is your broken hammer...comparable?

"Look at the hammer!"

Murong Yan didn't care about these things. She raised the hammer high, and used all her strength to instantly fall down on the Taoist bell!

when!

The mysterious energy hanging from the Taoist bell trembled for a moment.

The bell rang.

vast.

Eternal.

distant.

It seems to contain countless wonderful principles of the great way, which makes everyone feel that their body and mind are washed away. Even Gu Tian’s eyes are less irritable.

"Come again!"

Murong Yan looked excited.

One sound.

Of course it is not her limit.

In fact.

The Taoist bell has spirits, so it will naturally not manifest at will.

Those selected are those with deep foundations that can at least cause the Taoist bell to ring three times, and those with less than three times... they are not within their choice range at all.

when!

when!

...

With Murong Yan giving her all her might, the Taoist bell rang three times in succession!

At this moment.

She also felt a little struggling.

"Four rings?"

Zuo Yang raised his eyebrows.

“It’s pretty good.”

The four-tone bell rings have surpassed ordinary geniuses.

"It's not over!"

Murong Yan glared at him.

"Look at me, I'll give you nine sounds!"

when!

The sledgehammer fell.

The bell rang again, still as before, as vast as before, with a trace of Taoist agglomeration that everyone could not understand at all.

"call……"

Murong Yan gasped.

The big hand trembled slightly, as if even the sledgehammer was a little unstable.

"Junior sister!"

Shen Xuan looked worried.
To be continued...