Wan Mao couldn't help but howl, and then he stopped abruptly.
Sudden.
A flash of light pointed at Wan Maocai, who was left lying on his back outside the sand city. The escaping light finally pushed him far away.
After a long time, Wan Mao finally recovered from his sweating face and pale complexion. His expression was extremely horrified, and he scanned his dantian with great concentration, almost losing his mind.
After careful inspection, he breathed a sigh of relief and murmured with lingering fear:
"It's okay...it's okay...it just broke the Qi Sea and didn't destroy my foundation."
However, this also greatly damaged his vitality.
Wan Mao quickly realized that this was because the opponent was showing mercy, otherwise it would not be as simple as damaging his vitality, and his life would be lost with that sword.
After calming down, Wan Mao went to check his mount first. Seeing that it was fine, he fed himself some rejuvenating elixirs.
After meditating on the spot, Wan Mao realized that the effect was not good. He sighed and took out a treasure pill with pain.
This is an unexpected fourth-turn elixir.
Wan Maocai was reluctant to take it when he was seriously injured before.
But now...
"The temple is about to open. In order to ascend to immortality, no matter what, I must win a spot."
After reciting it, he swallowed the elixir in one gulp.
After a while, a warm current surged from his dantian, and Wan Maocai's face showed joy, secretly thinking about the extraordinary power of the elixir. However, the next moment, his heart suddenly shook, as if a ball of flame exploded.
Wan Maocai let out a roar, and his eyes opened into dense patches of horrifying eyeballs.
"The yellow sky will not fail, the red sun will rise, and we will come back again."
It was as if countless people were confused and talking simultaneously, and strange sounds echoed in all directions.
…
far away,
Chen Qingyan, who had arrived at Zisha City, looked back with some emotion.
Count with your fingers.
But nothing was found.
He touched his chin, thought about it, and turned around to head to the city.
I bumped into an acquaintance at the door of the house.
"Qingsongzi, you are willing to come back."
As soon as the man spoke, his tone gave off a strong sense of jealousy.
Lian Xiangpo!?
Chen Qingyan recognized this person.
He is Qingsongzi's old enemy.
"Are you coming back to compete for a spot in the temple?"
Prime Minister Lian Po sneered, "Don't think that just because you grabbed Tianque Island, you can enter the temple."
"..."
Chen Qingyan was too lazy to answer and went directly into the house.
At this time, a large number of monks from the city had gathered in the mansion.
Everyone has extraordinary abilities.
At this moment, most of the high-level monks in Shacheng have gathered here.
But this is not the place to enter the temple, but the place where examiners are selected in Shacheng.
Taiyue Temple.
An extremely mysterious place.
Rumor has it that it is a forgotten jade mountain.
There are countless immortals living inside, and even saints preaching and teaching here.
Even if these holy places are turned into ruins, there are still a lot of secrets left behind, which are the kind of supreme treasures that can make people reborn and even become immortals.
Chen Qingyan wanted to enter the temple, but he also coveted the secrets in the temple.
He has not forgotten that the training room still needs to swallow more immortal weapons, spiritual treasures, and even realm soldiers to recover.
And his "Daoyan Human Immortal Sutra" may be good in Huangxie, but when it comes to the outside world and placed in the vast upper world, it seems a bit mediocre.
Chen Qingyan also wanted to take this opportunity to go to the temple to collect some higher-level immortal skills, and even see if he could harvest one or two saint skills.
He learned from the experience of the previous two times. In order to prevent "unknown factors" from disrupting the plan, Chen Qingyan secretly began to accumulate Kung Fu materials from the moment he left the Land of Divine Sin.
Because as the number of source points accumulates, the Daoyan Human Immortal Sutra he created, even the "six parts with the same reference", has reached a profound level.
Especially in the past ten years, Chen Qingyan has not done nothing.
I just hope that the temple will not disappoint him.
Time passes quickly.
Three hours passed before I knew it.
By this time, the number of people in the mansion had increased significantly, and Wan Maocai was the last one to step in, indicating that the gate of Shacheng mansion was closed.
A group of people walked in from the other courtyard.
"Everything that should come has come, and those who haven't come don't have to come."
The old man at the head coughed a few times and said in an old voice.
"Meet the city lord! (Master)."
There was a loud salute in the house.
The same goes for Chen Qingyan, who bears the identity of Qing Songzi.
The person in front of me refers to the Lord of Sand City, who is also the elder of many monks present.
He is one of the top figures in the Ten Cities of Taiyue, second only to True Lord Taiyue.
"Okay, let's decide who will be tested and send them to the temple as soon as possible."
The old man waved his hand, and in an instant the entire mansion was operating like a precision instrument. The next moment, the contestants in the mansion were divided into hundreds of groups.
"let's start!"
boom!
A battle of wits is about to break out!
…
…
Two hours later.
There were only thirty people left in the mansion.
Qingsongzi is among them.
Huo Hu nodded, very satisfied, but a little annoyed in his heart.
When the Battle of Wandao Lake ended, he recommended Qingsongzi to occupy a temple quota, but not only did his recommendation fail, he was also made fun of.
"Is he Qingsongzi?"
Next to him was the elder who made fun of him at that time.
Huo Hu snorted and didn't answer.
The elder didn't care. He looked at Qingsongzi carefully and spoke repeatedly.
"My magic power is rich and pure."
"Did he realize the magical power of turning pine needles into swords by himself, or did he learn it from somewhere else?"
"From my perspective, the pine needle sword rain is very strict. It moves with the wind and the needles are hidden in the wind. It seems to be a sword formation. It's a pity that none of his opponents can force him to use the sword formation."
"If we go all out and use Qingsongzi's magical power to form a sword formation of pine needles turning into swords... the future generations will be formidable!"
"Haha, Huohu, I was wrong. You didn't recommend the wrong person at the beginning. This Qingsongzi deserves a place in the temple."
As soon as these words came out, Huo Hu's face was as tense as a powder keg, and then he slowly relaxed.
However, with the elder's next message, Huo Hu's anger surged again.
"But, Huo Hu, you know that Yi Xueqing is the granddaughter of the city lord. The old lady said that she wants to go to the temple to practice. What can we do?"
Huo Hu tried hard to suppress his anger,
"Then you can deprive other disciples of their quota at will? Qingsongzi is just one of them, there are others, what about the other disciples?"
silence.
anger.
Depressed.
"Oh, Mustache, why do you look so bad?"
At this time, the old man suddenly turned his head and looked at Huo Hu with a smile.
Suddenly, Huo Hu's breath froze, his face turned even redder, and sparks appeared on the beard on his chin.
But in the end, these sparks were extinguished.
"The Fierce Yang Immortal Body is not easy to practice!" the old man sighed, "You have been stuck at the third level for the past hundred years. You need to practice more."
Huo Hu lowered his head and said, "Yes, Uncle Master."
Upon seeing this, the old man stroked a small tuft of beard on his chin, turned his head and spoke to the thirty disciples who were waiting:
"The Taiyue Temple has countless opportunities, but the crisis is also not small. Regardless of whether you can enter the temple or not, I hope you will take this matter seriously. After all, there are not many that are as fair as the one I pointed out in Shacheng."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Qingyan, who was standing in the middle of the crowd, suddenly turned his head.
Wan Maocai shrugged his shoulders and let out a strange laugh.
Above the mansion, countless eyeballs are like stickers, covering the entire sky.