After Fang Zhuan stood still, his wrist flipped, and a golden light flashed in his palm, and a golden round card the size of a palm appeared.

The round signs are covered with runes, and the material is exactly the same as those metal squares.

As he murmured a few times, he pinched his other hand and all the spiritual patterns on the golden round card suddenly lit up, and a golden light shot out from it and landed on a metal square on the wall of the house behind.

The square banned light flashed, and bursts of light like water waves were released. Then a metal square box the size of an ordinary makeup box was moved out of the wall and flew into Fang Zhuan's hand.

He pressed the metal round card onto the square box, and golden light suddenly appeared on the square box, and a spherical light shield appeared, covering it.

Han Li's eyes swept over and saw golden runes flashing on the light shield, like golden dragons, surrounding them, and bursts of very strange auras came from them.

But after a moment, the ball light cover suddenly retracted and the golden light disappeared.

The square box slowly flew back into the square on the wall, and a flash of inspiration was re-enclosed, leaving only the metal round card floating in the air.

During the whole process, the square box was never opened.

It can be seen from this that although this person is a deacon in the palace, he cannot open these square boxes containing secret scriptures. All he can do is probably just copy the contents of the secret scriptures.

Fang Zhuan picked up Han Li's elder token, put it together with the metal round card, and chanted a few secret spells in his mouth.

The two objects flashed at the same time, and then they went out again.

"Okay, the merit points in the token have been deducted. Lingshupai has also recorded your essence and blood breath, and then you can only view the recorded martial arts. Remember, don't try to copy the contents, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences." Fang Zhuan handed over both tokens and warned.

"In this way, I'll thank Elder Fang." Han Li reached out and took it, nodded and responded.

At this moment, another person outside the hall walked in quickly and shouted at Fang Zhuan: "Senior Brother Fang."

"Oh, it turns out it's Junior Brother Gu, but I haven't seen you some days. Why are you here today?" Fang Zhuan was obviously very familiar with the other party and replied with a smile.

Seeing this, Han Li was slightly stunned.

This seemingly ordinary scene seemed a bit difficult to understand in his opinion. The man surnamed Gu was clearly a true immortal cultivator, who actually called Fang Zhuan a senior brother?

Fang Zhuan seemed to notice Han Li's strangeness, and a trace of sadness flashed inadvertently on his face.

"Since Elder Fang has a visit, I will say goodbye." Han Li said immediately after seeing this.

"Okay, Elder Li will go slowly. If you have anything else today, you can come back at any time." Fang Zhuan nodded and said with a deep meaning.

Han Li touched his chin for some reason, nodded to the two of them, and then turned around.

After leaving the Chuangong Hall, he originally planned to go back to Chixia Peak Cave directly, but suddenly he remembered something and turned to the nearby Lin Chuan Hall.

...

Puling Valley, located in the western edge of the Zhongming Mountains, is a giant trumpet-shaped valley formed by two side branches extending to the south and intersecting in the middle.

Because there is a kind of Pu Ling grass that has a little effect on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth growing in this valley, it is named "Puling Valley".

Due to the characteristics of Pu Ling Grass, it is often used to make cushions for meditation. For low-level monks, being able to have such a cushion for cultivation can also improve the level of cultivation.

Of course, all the Pu Ling grass in this valley belongs to the sect, and it is explicitly prohibited from picking it privately. Violators will be severely punished.

Having said that, this valley is also a special place for Zhulongdao. The inner sect trials every ten years usually allow the candidates to gather here first, and then the deacon elders will carry out the Molten Snow Forest and other places.

However, after each trial, only a very small number of people were lucky enough to pass and become the enviable inner disciples of everyone. More people either died in the cruel trial or went back with scars to continue to be an ordinary outer disciple.

Since each outer disciple only has one chance to participate in the trial in his life, once he fails, it means that if he does not have a special opportunity, he will never be able to become an inner disciple.

In fact, most of these outer disciples come from the world of Gu Yunda 6, and their qualifications are not bad. They can be called proud among their respective families of power, otherwise even the outer disciples of Zhulongdao would not be selected.

After the inner sect trial failed, he was naturally not willing to give up the path of cultivation, so most people chose to sign a contract in Pu Ling Hall, waiting for the visit of all the true immortals in Zhulong Road to choose, hoping to become their servants.

After all, being able to become a servant of a true immortal is naturally an indescribable opportunity in the eyes of these people, and their identities are naturally very different.

If you are appreciated by the True Immortal and give some opportunities and luck, it will not be completely impossible to directly accept it as an inner disciple in the future.

However, most of the true immortals already have their own servants, and most of them choose from the children of their families. There are very few people who come to Puling Valley to choose servants. Of course, if they are female cultivators with excellent looks, the chances of being selected will be relatively higher.

Even so, whenever news of the true immortal coming comes, it will still attract a large number of disciples to come here and try their luck.

At this moment, the Puling Valley was crowded with people, loud noises, thousands of people gathered in densely, and people were still rushing towards the entrance of the valley.

Because not long ago, a deacon in Puling Temple released news that a true immortal might have come here to select servants recently, so many outer disciples who heard the news gathered here.

On both sides of the valley, there are grasses composed of thick rhizomes, like sword-shaped emerald green pudding grass, mostly more than a hundred feet apart.

There are dozens or even hundreds of monks wearing gray robes standing on each grass, and it seems that each grass is a circle, which looks clear and distinct.

Most of these people have the cultivation level from the Foundation Establishment Stage to the Dan-Cultivation Stage, and of course there are a few disciples from the Nascent Soul Stage. They plan to take advantage of the time they wait for the visit of the true immortal to breathe cross-leggedly, and they will not waste their cultivation time.

Outside the valley entrance, a young man who looked only in his early twenties, wearing a gray robe and a crescent-shaped jade pendant hanging around his waist also rushed out and squeezed into the vast crowd.

"Yungui, let's find a conspicuous position, so that the possibility of being picked is greater." A fat man with a round face in the crowd said to the honest young man while cutting the way through the crowd.

The large grasses with the best locations at the entrance of the valley have basically been occupied by people with disciples in the Nascent Soul stage, and there are only a few grasses that are slightly behind the inside.

"Okay, there is still time there." The honest young man nodded and pointed his hand at a grass that was more than ten feet in size not far away.

As a result, as soon as he stepped onto the grass, he felt a heavy bump on his shoulder, and his figure staggered. When he turned around, he saw a young man with a burly figure as if he was an iron tower.

"Isn't this the eldest young master Mengyun Guimeng? Why are you here to compete for the quota with us again?" The young man from the Iron Tower sarcastically said.

When the honest young man heard this, he stopped and subconsciously clenched his fists, but finally he felt relaxed again.

The man in front of him was named Sun Buzheng. In fact, he was still from the same hometown as him, and they all came from a remote small country, Meng Chi.

The Meng family where Meng Yungui is originally a family of immortal cultivation in secret, but the family where Sun Buzheng is located is the royal family of Meng Chi. They had a good relationship when they were young and were considered close friends.

However, later in the Mengchi Kingdom, the Sun family was overthrown, and the Meng family was invaded by foreign cultivators and declined.

Sun Buzheng's real name is Sun Hao. As a member of the original royal family, he watched the country and his family collapse. He always believed that it was because the Meng family was standing by and watching. Therefore, he always had a deep grudge against the Meng family, so that after he met Meng Yungui in Zhulongdao, he often regarded him as enemies.

Meng Yungui wanted to explain at first, but later he found that it was useless, so he gave up.

Every time he faces Sun Buzheng's provocation, he chooses not to endure it, but it is his attitude that makes Sun Buzheng even more annoyed.

"Let's change somewhere." Meng Yungui whispered to the people behind him, and then walked towards another grass not far away.

"Meng Yungui, are you still a man? Every time you pretend to be a grandson, it makes people angry." Sun Buzheng looked at his back and couldn't help but say angrily.

His roar was extremely loud, causing people around him to look here, including a tall and ordinary-looking young man.

The grass where this person is located is quite large, with some outer disciples sitting cross-legged on it, but he looks alone.

This person is not someone else, so he is naturally Han Li who just arrived from the Chuangong Hall.

He did not go directly to Pu Ling Temple to find the deacon to choose through the list, but went directly into the valley and planned to take a look before talking about it.

Although he was just a servant, he didn't want to listen to other people's so-called recommendations, so he was placed by someone to some spies.

He only showed the breath of the Dan-King Period, but it did not attract anyone's attention. Everyone just regarded him as an outer disciple who came to take his luck.

He glanced at the honest young man who was walking towards him, and then withdrew his gaze.

"Get out of here, I'm going to want this place!" At this moment, a cold voice came from in front of me.

However, he was a middle-aged man with a raw face and looked like he was in his forties. He was followed by two monks, a man and a woman, as if he was a horse.

This person is like a late-stage monk in the Kalpa stage. Among the many nearby Kalpa stage monks, he is considered a master.

Most of the monks who were in this grass with Han Li were in the early stage of the elixir. Seeing this, although some people looked a little ugly, after looking at each other, they left the grass without a sound.

Not long after, Han Li was left here. He frowned at Meng Yungui who was walking here and stopped in place.

"You guy is so handsome, you are new, right?" the middle-aged man frowned, stared at Han Li with his eyes and said in a cold voice.

"I just arrived not long ago. I heard that the disciple who wanted to become a servant of the True Immortal is coming here, so let's take a look." Han Li said in a faint tone.

"Haha, look, I'm still a ignorant young man who knows the heights of the world!"

"I really think I am a stunning young genius!"
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