At the same time, a huge, simple jade tablet appeared on the Shenxian Peak of Zhitian Pavilion.
On top of this huge jade monument, there are sparkling waves and floating shadows, reflecting various scenes in the Valley of Flowers.
In front of the jade monument, there were nearly a hundred people from the Zhitian Pavilion. They all came from the seven peaks to watch Feng Jueyu's pavilion entry ceremony. Some of them were strong in the Qiankun realm, and some were Taoist martial artists.
Among the powerful people who had first glimpsed the realm, Xiu Yanyi, Xiaoyun, Tong Fei and others who had just fought against Feng Jueyu were there.
Above the jade monument, there are scattered old people watching the battle. On other peaks of Zhitian Pavilion, there are also many mastery realm masters and supreme realm masters with even more powerful cultivation.
The strong ones are also watching the battle.
In front of the Shenxian Peak, sighs could be heard endlessly, accompanied by whispered conversations among the crowd.
"Huh, this guy who is new to the pavilion is really powerful. In less than a day, all the masters in the Five-Dong Fanzi were defeated by him. This level of cultivation is really shocking."
"No, it's no wonder that the pavilion insists on recruiting him to join the pavilion. Judging from this person's cultivation, his talent must be different from ordinary people. Given time, he will definitely be an elder in the pavilion."
"I think this person is in deep trouble. He may have some powerful magical powers that he hasn't used yet. Let's look down. Then our Holy Son and the Lords of the Peaks will take action. I don't know if he can pass the test smoothly.
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"It's just a saying that the Holy Son and His Majesty took action. During the entrance ceremony of this pavilion, have you ever seen the Holy Son? Most of the times His Majesty took action, all mortals from the five caves were involved. If you find the spiritual charm within three days, you will pass.
So I feel that even if it is the Holy Son, the honorable ministers are just trying to find out the background of this kid, and whether he will join the cabinet or not will be decided by the master of the cabinet himself."
"This is the truth. Just read on. I think the next two days will be even more exciting."
"Uh-huh……"
The mortals below the fifth hole on Shenxian Peak chattered non-stop. Most people affirmed Feng Jueyu's skill. After all, Feng Jueyu passed the level all the way through normal means and defeated the three, four and five holes.
The best among Dong Fanzi, Zhitiange, although he lives outside the world, he is also a person in the great world and a person in the world of cultivation. As long as he is a person in the world of cultivation, he will admire the masters and despise the weaklings.
This is the iron law of cultivating the world.
Only when your cultivation level is strong can you gain respect from the world. This iron rule has been true since ancient times.
But there are also those who harbor resentment towards Feng Jueyu and wish he would make a fool of himself as soon as possible. There are only a handful of such people among Wudong Fanzi, and the most obvious representatives are Xiu Yanyi and Xiaoyun.
Needless to say, Xiu Yanyi had a deep hatred for Feng Jueyu, so naturally she didn't like him. Xiaoyun, despite his always calm appearance, was actually not as true a gentleman as Qi Lu.
Free and easy.
Xiaoyun is a very jealous person. He felt unhappy because he lost to Feng Jueyu. He stood in front of the crowd with a deep gloomy look on his face and did not follow him from beginning to end.
The fellow student next to him exchanged words and laughed. Even when Xiu Yanyi stood nearby and cursed loudly, he didn't hear a few words clearly. He just cursed Feng Jueyu in his heart for a bad death.
The heart of a villain is as deep as the abyss and cannot be fathomed.
Just as the Five-Dong Holy Son was talking about it, the shadow on the jade tablet suddenly changed. A void portal appeared near the top of the jade tablet, and a sickly man with silver hair and a purple crown appeared.
The man walked out while coughing.
At the same time, the shadow screen fed back by the jade tablet happened to be where Feng Jueyu appeared. Near him, many void portals suddenly opened, and one after another in different clothes but with the same purple crown on their hair jumped out.
There were about a dozen men and women, not too many, but when these people saw the sickly man with silver hair and purple crown walking out first, the others appeared slightly startled, and then each of them thought about it for a while, and then
They stayed where they appeared, not to mention looking for Feng Jueyu.
In front of the jade monument, Xiu Yanyi's indignant expression softened, and she turned to a look of surprise, exclaiming: "It's Senior Brother Yunqing from Qidong, Senior Brother Yunqing is here."
"It is indeed Senior Brother Yunqing. Why did he come out at this time? Isn't it early?"
"There are more than a dozen Saint Sons of Seven Cave. Senior Brother Yunqing, Senior Brother Zihuai, and Senior Sister Feihan are the strongest Saint Sons. Why didn't he wait for the other Saint Sons to take action first?"
The mortals in the five caves in front of the jade monument were surprised and began to discuss one after another.
On Ningfeng Peak not far away, two old men were looking at a huge golden pattern in the sky. There seemed to be countless koi carp swimming in this golden pattern, which was quite spectacular. But if you look carefully, you can see that there is a golden pattern in the middle of the koi fish.
The shadow of Feng Jueyu at Jiyu's secret place appeared, making Feng Jueyu's traces and the location of the sickly silver-haired man extremely clear.
One of the two old men, who was slightly taller, saw the sick man coming from the void portal. He nodded without surprise and murmured to himself: "It is only reasonable for Yun Qing to take action."
The slightly short old man next to him stared carefully at the heavy sword in Feng Jueyu's hand for a long time, frowned slightly and said: "The sword in this man's hand should be something from the Dragon Picture."
"The sky has fallen!" Hearing the sound, the tall old man responded: "I have noticed it a long time ago, but I didn't expect that the sky fell in his hands, and Yun Qing was in trouble."
"Um."
On Hongfeng, Sheng Huang, Wei Qian, and Xu Zhen opened their mouths in unison, with completely different and incredible expressions on their faces.
"Heavenly Pendant? Dragon Picture Artifact?"
"Yes, this sword has disappeared for six thousand years, but I didn't expect it to be in the hands of this boy."
"No wonder I think he is different from ordinary people. How did he get this sword?"
"It's hard to say. According to the records of this pavilion, Long Tu was out of control that year, and even the pavilion master's world-viewing eyes couldn't trace his traces. The disappearance of Tianzhui became Hong Tu's biggest mystery, but it's okay, since he and Long Tu
If there is any resentment, it means that the inheritance of the Six Mogu Clan has come back on its own."
"Inherited? I can't see it."
"Don't worry, he must have the origin of Dragon Picture in his body."
At the same time, the powerful men from the seven peaks of the Zhitian Pavilion were paying close attention to the test of the entrance ceremony. The emergence of the Heavenly Falling Divine Sword caused a stir in the small circle of the seven peaks.
It caused quite a stir.
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Deep in the Secret Land of Jiyu, Feng Jueyu, who didn't know that he was being watched by the entire Zhitian Pavilion, came to a gurgling stream because he was searching all over the mountains and plains for the aura of divine words left by previous pavilion masters.
On the opposite side of the stream bank, a mountain peak suddenly rose up, making me stunned.
The sun is like fire, hanging high over the mountains. As time goes by, a whole day has passed. Now the sun is setting in the west, the sky is full of red clouds, and it will be dark soon.
Feng Jueyu searched for many residual yuns and auras along the way. While trying to identify them one by one, his own physical strength was not small. His right palm was covered with dense scars that looked like swords, and even blood was stained on his robes.
, there are several cuts on his body, which were all left after being injured by Lingyun. Although it may not have a great impact on him, it did still hurt him.
Even if it is a skin injury, if it accumulates too much, it will affect the performance of one's own strength, so Feng Jueyu walked to the stream, sat down, and adjusted his breath to restore his divine power.
At this moment, a sickly silver-haired man walked in from outside the woods. He was short, that is, of medium build, thin and pale, giving the impression that he was suffering from a serious illness. As he walked step by step
, always accompanied by non-stop coughing sounds, as if he would fall down if he was blown by the wind.
"Um?"
Feng Jueyu felt someone approaching, so he slowed down the speed of running the Seven Star Technique, keeping his divine power flowing normally in his body. He subconsciously turned sideways, turned his head and looked at the place where the person appeared with the corner of his eye.
The sickly man walked very slowly, hiding from the weedy areas on the ground with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and walked slowly over the relatively flat ground.
At this time, Feng Jueyu had already stopped his skills and turned sideways to look at the man. He saw the man wearing a purple crown and his silver hair looked slightly messy and sickly. He couldn't help but become confused.
This person is dressed in bright colors, not the white, blue, and green clothes of Wudong Fanzi. Could it be that he is a Fanzi from Wudong or above?
Just as he was thinking about it, the sickly man finally came closer. He was also looking at Feng Jueyu and at the same time the sky-falling heavy sword in his hand.
The two people were only three feet apart and looked at each other. After the sick man looked at Feng Jueyu, he suddenly said: "What a sword!"
Feng Jueyu didn't respond when he heard the sound, and looked at this person with a slightly solemn look. At this time, his consciousness had spread quietly, and he was ready to explore the sick man's background, but before he could find out this person
As for the state of cultivation, I heard the sick man coughing for a while, and took the initiative to announce his name and said: "Yunqing, the Holy Son of the Seventh Cave, the first glimpse of the peak of Taoism."
After finishing speaking, Yunqing, who seemed to be sick, suddenly took a big step forward. Even though he was hunched over and weak like an asthmatic, when he really moved, it was another story.
Momentum.
Yunqing, who was wearing fluttering clothes, stretched out his right hand directly, and a stream of green air flowed out from the tips of his ten fingers. When the ten streams of air converged, dispersed and gradually spread, the space of several hundred meters around the creek seemed to be raining down.
A thick fog enveloped the sky and the earth in green mist.
Feng Jueyu was startled, as if he was in a daze. He didn't understand how Yunqing's thunderous momentum only caused a heavy fog and then disappeared. Is there anything weird about this heavy fog?
Just as he was thinking about it, a harsh sound of breaking wind suddenly approached, and this time Yunqing really rushed over. He pointed at his palm, and there was a round golden talisman shining on his wrist. On the talisman,
A ferocious demonic snake actually appeared. With a push of his palm, the demonic snake seemed to come alive. It emerged from the talisman and rushed towards Feng Jueyu's throat to bite him.