Within the mountain forest, Huashan and his party of six people advanced rapidly.
As Chen Xinzhu hurried on, he recalled his understanding of the ruins.
However, he doesn't know much about the ruins.
All I know is that these ruins are small caves left behind by powerful men thousands of years ago.
Of course, after thousands of years without an owner, coupled with the great changes in the world, the insides of these caves are far worse than before, so they are called ruins.
However, even so, there are more or less treasures left in these ruins.
This is already a huge opportunity for the current world.
Just when Chen Xinzhu thought about it carefully.
Uncle Yan suddenly spoke.
"You should all have some understanding of treasures like ruins, right?"
Having said this, Master Yan continued without waiting for anyone to answer.
"Based on the current situation, only Houtian realm warriors can enter the ruins of this birth."
Hearing this, Chen Xinzhu was stunned. Are there any cultivation restrictions on entering the ruins? He really didn't know this.
Seemingly sensing his doubts, Shan Yiming beside him gave a brief explanation.
"The ruins are an independent small cave that can only be entered through some special 'portals'.
However, these ‘portals’ also come in different sizes, and depending on the size of the ‘portal’, different people can enter.”
Uncle Yan nodded and said.
"Unfortunately, the 'portal' that appears in this ruins cannot be entered by Xiantian realm warriors."
Having said this, Uncle Yan looked at everyone and chuckled.
"This is why I summoned you."
After a pause, Master Yan continued.
"In other words, the main force in this ruins exploration is you second-rate acquired warriors."
Having said this, Master Yan's face also became serious.
"We, the Huashan sect, have no shortage of secret books on martial arts. The Zhen sect's unique Zixia magic technique and the Dugu Nine Swords are enough for us Huashan disciples to practice for a lifetime.
Therefore, our main goal this time is not the secrets of martial arts, but the spiritual stones, broken spiritual stones and various heaven and earth elixirs that can increase cultivation."
After hearing this, combined with some rumors from the world, Chen Xinzhu also understood the meaning of Master Yan's words.
The Huashan Sect does not lack the secrets of martial arts, but it lacks strong men, especially those at the level of world masters.
In today's world, the royal family of Daxia and the five major sects that govern the country are respected.
However, among these six major forces, only the Huashan Sect has only one world grandmaster.
This also caused some bad rumors to spread in the world.
Therefore, in the past thirty years, the Xiantian elders of the Huashan Sect have been working hard to practice.
As for various matters within the sect, power was delegated early and handled jointly by the top ten disciples of the Huashan inner sect.
All of this is for Huashan to produce another great master in the world.
Unfortunately, it is difficult to become a master. Thirty years later, there is still only one master in Huashan.
after all.
Although more than a hundred years have passed since the first spiritual energy recovery, the concentration of spiritual energy in the world is still far from what it was thousands of years ago.
For those who are strong in the Xiantian realm, if they do not have enough training resources, they will only make limited progress even if they rely on hard training alone for thirty years.
However, in today's practice environment, there are very few practice resources useful for the innate realm.
Spiritual stones, broken spiritual stones, and elixirs of heaven and earth are the few cultivation treasures that are still useful.
No wonder Huashan attaches so much importance to it.
Just when Chen Xinzhu was thinking wildly.
Uncle Yan, continued.
"The sect attaches great importance to the emergence of this relic. The master uncle has said that as long as you can make great achievements, he will teach you the first level of Zixia Divine Art in advance."
Speaking of this, Master Yan also took a special look at Chen Xinzhu.
Hearing this, Chen Xinzhu and others were shocked.
Zixia magical power?
This is a unique internal skill that is rare in the world.
Although it is only the first level, for those who are still in the acquired realm, it is enough to greatly increase their training speed.
In this way, there will be more time to impact the innate realm in the future.
It can be said.
The reward from Huashan this time is itself a huge opportunity no less than the exploration of ruins.
Shan Yiming took a deep breath.
If I can pass on the Zixia magic technique, I'm afraid it won't be long before I can become one of the top ten disciples.
Thinking of this, Shan Yiming clenched the sword in his hand.
He said firmly: "In this case, I, Shan Yiming, have no choice but to fight for my life."
Although the other three inner disciples did not speak, they had the same idea in their hearts.
Not to mention Chen Xinzhu, who had a fire burning in his heart for his uncle.
Now it is like adding fuel to the fire, which is burning more and more.
I'm afraid this is the opportunity Master Yan mentioned.
Thinking of this, Chen Xinzhu became more determined.
After that, no one spoke anymore.
Silently adjust the status.
Two hours later, Huashan and his party arrived at an unknown barren mountain.
Looking from afar, an illusory light door loomed on the hillside.
Around the light gate, there are hundreds of people waiting here.
Come closer.
Chen Xinzhu looked up and saw that the illusory light door was tens of meters high and nearly twenty meters wide. It was tightly closed and looming.
At this time.
An old man in red and white robes not far away looked at the people in Huashan and said slightly mockingly.
"Yan Ding, your Huashan sect has declined to such an extent? Are there only so many people in the ruins now?"
Such a small number of people? Do you, the Huashan Sect, still have the magnanimity to rule the country?
Uncle Yan Ding glanced at the place not far behind the old man. There were twenty-three Mingjiao masters in red and white robes.
With a chuckle, Yan Ding looked at the old man from Mingjiao and responded.
"Lu Yuquan, our Huashan sect is different from your Mingjiao. We don't have many disciples from the inner sect of Huashan. A few of them are enough."
The implication is that although we in Huashan have few people, everyone is an elite; while your Mingjiao has many people, but the quality is...
The sarcasm at the corner of the Mingjiao old man's mouth became even more obvious when he heard this.
We haven't seen each other for a few years, and Yan Ding's tongue has become even sharper.
However, no matter how sharp your words are, you still don’t want to see the truth behind your hands.
If he says such big words now, let's see where he puts his face later.
Thinking of the grievances between the two, the old Mingjiao man even more expected Yan Ding to be embarrassed.
He said something calmly.
"I hope they are as sharp-tongued as you, otherwise it will be a disgrace to your Huashan faction."
After saying that, the Mingjiao elder Lu Yuquan closed his eyes and looked like he didn't want to speak.
Seeing this scene, Yan Ding sneered.
He could guess how much this old guy was thinking, and he didn't care.
The Huashan Sect is located in Qinzhou, and there is Yuzhou between it and Yangzhou. In addition, it took a short time to get the news, so it was naturally too late to send its disciples.
In fact, being able to gather five inner disciples in Jiyang County has exceeded Yan Ding's expectations.
If we add in Senior Nephew Meng whom Senior Brother Kong is looking for, the strength of the Huashan Sect is not too weak.
No words were spoken.
Yan Ding took everyone and found a deserted place at random, waiting quietly for the ruins to appear.
…
Standing where he was, Chen Xinzhu carefully looked at the crowds in all directions.
There are men and women, old and young. They have different costumes and weapons. They are obviously from different rivers and lakes forces.
Among them, the most numerous were the Mingjiao masters in red and white robes.
Lu Yuquan, a first-rate innate expert, led the team, and there were twenty-three second-rate acquired masters, accounting for almost one-tenth of the total here.
Far more than other forces.
However, this is normal.
The Mingjiao's strength ranks among the top three in the world, and there are naturally many masters.
As for the number of disciples, it ranks first among the five major sects that control the country.
In addition, the two states of Chongqing and Shu, where Mingjiao is located, are adjacent to Yangzhou.
Naturally, so many experts can be mobilized quickly.
At this time.
Shan Yiming walked over and said solemnly.
"Junior Brother Chen, please be careful during this trip to the ruins. There are many experts present."
"Master of the list?" Chen Xinzhu frowned slightly.
After thinking about it, it seems that the Great Xia Dynasty created a list of the world's top players.
Shan Yiming nodded and continued.
"The three lists of heaven, earth and people, regardless of age, list the top masters from the thirteen states in the world. Among them, the heaven list includes the world's masters, the earth list includes the first-rate masters, and the human list includes the second-rate masters."
Having said this, Shan Yiming paused and then said.
“Let’s not talk about the two rankings of heaven and earth. Let’s just talk about the ranking of people, which must not be underestimated.
The list is based on the known records and includes the seventy-two strongest masters in the second-rate Houtian realm.
These masters are almost all top second-rate figures with eight meridians connected to six meridians, and at least one second-rate martial arts has been practiced to perfection.
Among them, those who rank high on the list have comprehended superior martial arts, and their kills are astonishing."
Having said this, Shan Yiming's face also changed a little, paused, and continued.
"I heard that among the masters in the previous rankings, there have even been legendary figures who leapfrogged the challenge and competed with the first-rate masters with a second-rate body."
"With a second-rate body against a first-rate master?" Chen Xinzhu's face was solemn.
Upon hearing this, the expressions of the other three Huashan inner disciples changed drastically, and their eyes all fell on Shan Yiming.
Shan Yiming nodded heavily.
"You can't imagine how powerful they are unless you see them with your own eyes. The masters who can be on the ranking list have at least a powerful record of defeating ten people of the same level head-on."
"So strong?" an inner disciple asked with a frown.
It was the middle-aged disciple who reminded Chen Xinzhu before.
When Shan Yiming heard this, he smiled bitterly.
"You have to know that Huashan, as one of the five major sects that control the country, has dozens of inner disciples, and only three senior brothers are on the list.
Besides, the masters on the list come from all over the world. They have good talents and understanding, and their martial arts training is not bad. In addition, most of them have practiced for a long time. You can imagine how strong they are.
Compared with them, we are still too young."
Chen Xinzhu's expression remained unchanged and he asked calmly.
"Senior Brother Shan, who are the top people on the list who are here this time?"
Shan Yiming looked at Mingjiao and his party and said.
"Among the group of second-rate Mingjiao masters, the leader is a white-haired middle-aged man named Guangzi Jin. He has already perfected the second-rate Hundred Split Sword, and his kills are astonishing. He is ranked thirty-eighth on the list."
Several people followed Shan Yiming's gaze.
Among the many Mingjiao masters, a white-haired middle-aged swordsman with a cold face stood out exceptionally.