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Yi Xifeng's Qinggong skills were much faster than that of the old man. He caught up with him in three steps and pulled off the possessing talisman.
Feeling the talisman behind his back being torn off, the old man Fu Ling let out a low growl, and then his whole body began to atomize.
When the fog dissipated, the "old man" who was as tall as a person had turned into a palm-sized lump and landed on the ice of the hall, making a crisp collision sound.
When the fog cleared, there was actually a treasure that was exactly the same as the floating circular mirror in front of the throne, lying quietly on the ground.
"The treasure has become a spirit?" This thought flashed through Yi Xifeng's mind, and then he stepped forward, took the round mirror on the ground, and looked at it carefully.
The front of the round mirror was a mass of rolling fog, and it was unclear what was on the front, but the back was a starry sky that could be shaken. Yi Xifeng turned to the back, shook it, and found that the starry sky on the back was fixed at the point of the North Star.
"Is this a compass?" Yi Xifeng couldn't help but be startled. No matter how he shook it, the North Star always ended up in the center of the mirror.
"Don't shake..." A small pleading voice sounded from the consciousness, and Yi Xifeng said in a daze, "Can you speak?"
"Yes!" The other party seemed a little confident.
Yi Xifeng couldn't help but be speechless. If he couldn't speak, who had answered so many of his questions just now...
The weapon spirit in the treasure can communicate with him spiritually. It is like the "Ancient Sword Xizhou" in the Qingyun Sect Sword Tomb, except that the weapon spirit of this round mirror does not seem to be very smart and is a bit dull.
"Then tell me what happened."
Yi Xifeng narrowed his eyes, grabbed both sides of the round mirror with both hands, as if shaking it at any time, smiled and uttered a whisper that made the other party scared.
"I woke up, I want to eat, I'm full, I have to work." Jing Ling held it in for a long time and finally finished her words.
"What did you eat?" Yi Xifeng asked confused.
Generally speaking, the operation of a treasure requires the support of its owner's true energy. For it, true energy belongs to "food", but there are few people in the third floor hall all day long. Where does it get the true energy from?
"Is it possible..." Yi Xifeng suddenly realized and murmured, "You didn't eat the true guide of the third level, did you?!"
Facing the fair young man's question, the mirror spirit in the round mirror in his hand looked like a child who had done something wrong, hesitantly said: "I'm... here to help!"
"Even if you are doing the job of a guide now, you can't make up for it." Yi Xifeng felt a headache, and then said, "Forget it, tell me what you know."
"Jing Duanping~lose your true energy!" The little guy's voice sounded a little milky.
Yi Xifeng leveled the Yin-Yang Divine Mirror and began to inject the true essence. Seeing that it didn't respond for a long time, he asked, "What next?"
"Too little..." Jingling complained as he barely felt any internal energy input.
"Uh..." Yi Xifeng scratched his head and said, "I actually have a lot of real energy, but I just can't use it for the time being."
"Duan Ping."
Yi Xifeng leveled it and felt a wave of internal energy coming from the round mirror, which seemed to be the internal energy of the third layer of talisman swallowed by it.
I saw the fog on the front of the round mirror gradually dissipating, revealing a land of ice and snow.
The small and exquisite hall is located in the middle of the Yin Yang Mirror, surrounded by circular walls. There is often a cold wind whistling in the air, and countless tiny snowflakes are flying.
Yi Xifeng looked a little fascinated, and his heart was already filled with joy. With such a magical object, why worry about getting lost in the maze? It just cost some real energy.
"I asked, why are there three squirming things walking towards the main hall? When did this happen?" Yi Xifeng asked.
"Now."
Yi Xifeng raised his head slightly and saw a muscular man, a scholar with an evil look on his face, and a mysterious man covered in bandages already standing ten feet in front of him.
"When the enemy is scanned, the enemy is already in front of his face. What's the use of you?!" Yi Xifeng couldn't help cursing in his consciousness.
At this moment, the scholar took a step forward, cupped his hands slightly and said:
"Shen Cult, Shu Zhijuan, may I ask who you are from the Zhenwu Hall?"
When he lowered his head and cupped his hands, his eyes peeked at the Yin Yang Mirror in Yi Xifeng's hand, with a lustful look on his face.
Yi Xifeng secretly screamed that something was wrong. If he had discovered them earlier, he could have escaped by hiding, but at that time, his attention was too focused on the Yin Yang Mirror.
"Don't worry, we are not as cruel as Madman Jin, who kills everyone on sight. We came to the Tower of Two Realms just to find some good treasures and techniques, such as..." Seeing that Yi Xifeng did not answer, Shu Zhijuan explained.
He looked at the Yin Yang Mirror in Yi Xifeng's hand, and the next words were self-evident.
"The good treasure is over there, why are you looking at me here?" Yi Xifeng pointed at the floating circular mirror in front of the throne.
"But it was indeed the round mirror in your hand that caused the internal energy fluctuations just now." Shu Zhijuan looked at Yi Xifeng with a smile, causing a shiver down the latter's spine.
The tough man and the mysterious man slowly walked to the left and right of Yi Xifeng, constantly pushing him into the hall.
"Can't beat him." Jing Ling's voice sounded slowly in Yi Xifeng's mind.
"In addition to nonsense, can you say something more useful?" Yi Xifeng said with a dark face.
These three disciples of the divine sect are all in the realm of chivalrous warriors. Naturally, Yi Xifeng cannot defeat one against three.
"Get close to the round mirror and go to the fourth floor." Mirror Spirit said calmly.
"Take me to the fourth floor? Can you do it?" Although Yi Xifeng said this, he slowly retreated towards the round mirror in front of the throne.
"Try it." Mirror Spirit said proudly, knowing that he was about to fulfill his duty as a guide.
"That's really worrying me more and more..." Yi Xifeng grinned.
When Shu Zhijuan saw Yi Xifeng retreating to the throne in the main hall, with no way out, he was not in a hurry to attack, but was just sizing him up.
This fair young man in the Qi Realm always gave him a strange feeling. As a disciple of the Zhenwu Hall who arrived a day late, he actually reached the third level earlier than them!
A person who can go through so many tests without any damage should not be as simple as the realm of Qi.
"I have already reported my name, but you still conceal your identity. Why?"
"Zhenwutang, Li Chengtao." Yi Xifeng replied as he could hold off for a while.
"Li Chengtao?!" Shu Zhijuan was startled at first, then narrowed his eyes and sneered, "If you don't have the same name, you must not be the Storm Chaser Li Chengtao!"
"It seems like you really know the stuff." Yi Xifeng spread his hands helplessly.
"It doesn't matter, everyone has their own difficulties. Since it's not convenient to reveal his name, I will address him as Brother Li." Shu Zhijuan said with a smile.
"Scholars are different. They are much better than those who used to throw rocks at each other whenever they disagreed." Yi Xifeng said with a chuckle.
The tough guy and Shu Zhijuan looked at each other, and this time it was the tough guy who spoke.
"Who is stronger or weaker, you or Zhao Shengyan?"
"Now that I'm standing here, and he hasn't caught up with you yet, who is stronger or weaker, do you still need to ask?" Yi Xifeng answered lightly.
"Then why are you here alone?"
"Others have fallen behind, and the third-level team has been dispersed. It's normal."
The muscular man and Shu Zhijuan looked at each other again, seeming to be communicating.
Yi Xifeng pretended to be taking a leisurely stroll, stretched and said, "Then, can I go?"
"Hand over the treasure in your hand and you can leave. The only ones who can come here are the bravest ones. I respect you." Shu Zhijuan said calmly.
"Oh, what a waste of time." Yi Xifeng put the Yin-Yang Mirror on his chest, and the Night Sword Hanxing immediately unsheathed, "First come, first served. Your Excellency has read the books of sages, don't you understand this truth?"
Although he did not fall behind verbally, Yi Xifeng's spiritual consciousness said: "Get ready to enter the fourth level with me."
"Oh, I understand." Jing Ling said with a somewhat disdainful tone.
Shu Zhijuan took out a judge's pen from his sleeve and said with a smile: "A gentleman is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying a jade. This is what I have learned!"
After he said that, the three divine disciples launched attacks from three places at the same time.