After crossing the suspension bridge of Beimang Mountain, I discovered that the mountains on both sides of the bank are amazing and continuous. There are twelve peaks in Wushan, each with its own peak... Suddenly, dark gray rocks hang down from high in the sky.
Down, dipping into the middle of the river, it reminds people of a huge exclamation point; suddenly there are green and furry leather panels, like a piece of music full of sentimentality; what is particularly beautiful are the piles of wild grass dyed red by the autumn frost, which are literally all over the mountain.
The cuckoo is gone.
The peaceful mountains in the distance lie quietly among the green trees and misty rain; the deep Beimang Mountain on the other side of the river seems to be unmoving in the rain, still drinking the river water; the turbans are dancing in the rain; and the nearby mountains stand like jade.
The riverside where the clear water lingers is like a fairy with veil blowing on her face. It is so magical, beautiful and charming.
After crossing the suspension bridge, Yang Hui and Yang Xin did not encounter anything strange.
It stands to reason that generally speaking, by now, you should have met people who came to attend the Pupil Talisman Master Conference. But after walking on this road for so long, it is really strange that we haven't found that kind of guy yet.
But this is good, at least he won't meet the enemy. Yang Hui thought to himself.
While admiring the scenery along the way, the group of three people and one tiger were all heading towards the place where the Tongfu Master Conference was held.
The three older Beimang Zhenshan Tigers actually left Yangxin because of the little tigers and they did not follow.
"The little guy is quite sensible." Yang Xin touched the little tiger's head.
"Meow meow!" The little tiger was very excited.
"Be careful, I've heard a word called pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger." Xiao Qian reminded.
"Don't worry, this kitten won't hurt us," Yang Hui said.
"Why?" Xiao Qian didn't understand.
"Use the power of your soul to feel its strength," Yang Hui said.
"Yeah." Xiao Qian tried according to Yang Hui's instructions.
"What's going on!" Xiao Qian didn't believe the results he detected. "This little guy's ability is actually beyond my detection range!"
Generally speaking, the power of the soul can clearly detect the power of lower-level monks than himself. The same goes for Warcraft, but Xiao Qian can't sense the strength of the little tiger in front of him. This means that its actual power is
The strength is stronger than Xiao Qian.
Although Xiao Qian is stuck at level 4 Nine Stars and has no chance to improve before the cross-domain threshold, his soul power intensity has reached level 5. In other words, the strength of the little tiger in front of him is level 6 or above.
"Now you understand? Its strength is at least six-level and three-star. If he really wants to attack us, he doesn't need to be so cute. Its strength lies here. Although the three of us can indeed defeat it if we work together, but if he has
If he is so smart and tries to seduce us with such a high IQ, we will definitely be defeated by him one by one." Yang Hui said.
"So? You feel relieved?" Xiao Qian asked.
"Yes, because if he had evil intentions, would we still be alive today? Don't forget, he is not fighting alone, his companions are still there." Yang Hui said. He clearly felt that the three
The Beimang Zhenshan Tiger didn't go far at all, and kept wandering around fifty or sixty meters away.
"I know." Xiao Qian said. He understood what Yang Hui meant.
The whole journey was silent.
The mouth of Beimang Mountain comes out of the sea of clouds, the sky is full of red clouds, and the quiet scenery of thousands of mountains; the crumbling wind-blown rocks that make your bones tremble when you look up; the ancient maples that break out of the wall, and the strange rocks that fly through the clouds , it is really diverse and extraordinary. There are also the majestic sea of fog, the wonderful cloud peaks, the peak-watching pavilion like a fairyland and the graceful and moving boulders, which make people forget to leave.
Soon, they arrived at the place where they were attending the Talisman Masters Conference.
"The world's best talisman master conference." Yang Hui looked at the banner here and muttered.
"The name is quite domineering, but I don't know if it is real or not." Xiao Qian said. After they entered the banner.
"Wait a minute, those who want to sign up for the Tongfu Master Conference need to register. The same goes for the audience." A person stopped them.
"Excuse me, where is the registration?" Yang Xin asked cutely.
"Over there." Obviously, normal men have no resistance to beautiful women.
"Thank you." Yang Xin smiled.
"You're welcome, you're welcome." The man replied in a somewhat demented manner. He was supposed to be a good person, but how could he become demented? Just look at the piggy look on his face and you will know.
Speaking of which, there are really many people queuing up here. The queues are divided into two lanes. One lane has only a few people and the other is overcrowded. Yang Hui did not have time to queue in the overcrowded place. He went directly to the place with the least people with Yang Xin and others.
"We need to register." Yang Hui came to a table. There were papers and pens on these tables, which must have been used for registration.
"Are you all contestants?" the man asked.
"No, it's just me." Yang Hui said.
"Contestants, please write your personal details on this piece of paper. As for the audience, please go over there and queue up." It seems that there is a big difference. Even the queueing places are different, and it seems that the writing is different. Same.
"Are you a contestant?" the person in charge of registration asked.
"That's right, it's me." Yang Hui said.
"Here are the notes for registration. Please read it carefully. Tong Daozong is not responsible for notifying you a second time. Do you two want to be spectators? Go and line up over there." The person in charge of registration pointed to the overcrowded place. Changlong said to Yang Xin and Xiao Qian.
"Yeah." Xiao Qian said, "Yuncheng, you fill out the form here, we'll line up over there."
"Okay." Yang Hui agreed.
Name: Yuncheng
Age: 16 years old
Whether to join the sect: Outer disciple of Wan Teng Sect.
The highest level of eye talisman ever produced: "Spiritual Level High Grade"
The other questions were very tedious matters. In Yang Hui's opinion, this was not filling out a form, but checking the household registration.
When Yang Hui had almost finished filling out the form, Xiao Qian and Yang Xin came over. "Why are you so slow?"
"Are you so fast?" Yang Hui was a little surprised.
"Yes, queue up here. You only need to pay the registration fee. You don't need to write anything else. It's not like you to write so many things at once." Xiao Qian said.
"Have you finished filling it out?" Yang Xin asked.
"Well, that's almost it." Yang Hui took a note and left directly.
"What should I pay attention to at the Pupil Talisman Masters Conference?" It is the first time for Yang Xin and the three of them to attend the Pupil Talisman Masters Conference, so it is normal for them not to know these things.
"Let me take a look." Yang Hui said.
"First, this competition is divided into three links. The first link is to make the pupil talisman and enchantment array required by the Tongdao Sect. The time limit is three hours. Only those who have made it can participate in the next link." Yang Hui said.
"The second step is to use the pupil talisman you made to fight against the monsters selected by the Pupil Dao Sect. You can only use your own pupil power and the pupil talisman you just made. Using other things will be considered a foul and you will be disqualified from the test. .Only those who successfully defeat the World of Warcraft can enter the final stage." Yang Hui looked at the instructions and continued.
"What a strange competition." Yang Xin was a little surprised by the Tong Dao Sect's test requirements. This test is much more difficult than the Wan Teng Sect's selection of disciples.
"Of course it will be much more difficult. Miss Yangxin, you have to know that this is the most valuable talisman master competition. If you can get the first place, there will be people around you in this life, giving you all kinds of things every day. All kinds of good things are just for me to ask you to make a pupil charm for them." Xiao Qian said as he understood these things very well.
"Well, that's true, Yuncheng, can you tell me what the last link is." Yang Xin asked.
"The last step requires the pupil talisman to make the pupil talisman on its own and produce the most valuable pupil talisman within three days. Sort according to the world and the world and the practicality of the pupil talisman." Yang Hui said.
"It sounds so difficult." Yang Xin sighed.
"Yes, after all, it is the most valuable Talisman Master competition in Tiantong Continent." Yang Hui smiled bitterly. If he didn't use those skills, it would be impossible to win the competition. Because he just saw it on the form, The most advanced pupil talisman master's low-grade heaven-level one that someone has ever made. It is more than one level better than myself.
If I want to defeat them, I can only beat them in terms of practicality. However, if my skills are exposed, I will be endlessly hunted, even after I have just left the competition venue of the Talisman Master Conference. , will be chased and intercepted by them.
But if I don't do this, I won't be able to become the honorary elder of the Wan Teng Sect, and I won't be able to climb to the top of the Wan Teng Pagoda at will. Then I won't be able to get what Yun Yun wants. If I can't get it, Yun Yun may think that her use value no longer exists, so it would be normal to kill herself.
We can't let this happen. That guy Yun Yun is really too perverted. If he had strong enough strength, maybe he wouldn't be like this.
"Yuncheng? What are you thinking about?" Yang Xin's voice interrupted and brought Yang Hui out of his imagination.
"Ah? It's nothing. I was thinking about how to pass the first link." Yang Hui said.
"You guy, you are not even sure of passing the first link. Why do you want to participate in the Tongfu Master Conference? Isn't this looking for abuse?" Xiao Qian said in his heart.
"Well, then think about it carefully, come on!" Yangxin gave Yanghui an encouraging look. He looked very warm. Yanghui hadn't felt like this for a long time.
"Let's stay at the place they arranged first. There are still about two days until the official start of the competition." Xiao Qian said.
"Well, let's talk as we walk."
Jing Lanqing, who was on the carriage, was looking out the window.
This Beimang Mountain is really strange, exquisite and beautiful, with countless shapes, strange objects and beautiful scenery, which makes people suspect that it is not naturally occurring, but a bonsai carefully crafted by skilled craftsmen; Beimang Mountain is really dangerous, with dangerous peaks standing tall.
, the rocks are rugged, the cliffs are as steep as a knife; the rocks are as straight as broken, almost a ninety-degree vertical stone ladder, which makes people feel scared even from a distance.
There are no rugged and strange rocks on the mountain, but there are lush trees. There is an unknown flower tree, sober among the crowd, blooming in season. Among the green clouds, there are a few misty houses on the top of the mountain, and there are people there.
I was looking in front of the window, overlooking the center of the river.
The rock walls of the mountain are as straight as an ax chopping with a knife, and the edges are steep. The rough limestone seems to be within reach. As a result, the entire Huashan Mountain appears to have a majestic, steep and aggressive momentum.
"Does Miss Lanqing like the scenery here?" Luo Ying rode on his horse and then came to the carriage where Jing Lanqing was sitting and asked.
Because both the carriage and the horse Luo Ying was riding were moving, the two sides looked stationary.
"Beimang Mountain is really a magical place." Jing Lanqing said with emotion. "The mountain is like a beautiful picture of Xuan Gong with thousands of twists and turns, and the water is like a beautiful palindrome poem that can be read against the flow or along the flow.
Who will take charge of poetry?"
"Miss Lan Qing is indeed a talented woman, I admire you." Luo Ying said.
"Young Master Luo is so complimentary. I wonder if Mr. Luo has any insights into the beauty of the mountains and rivers here?" Jing Lanqing asked.
"I can't speak highly of it, but I feel that the beautiful peaks, towering trees, and gurgling water here are just like "the sound of springs and dangerous rocks, and the cold sun and green pine trees."
"Young Master Luo is indeed a man of good temperament, and his literary literacy is really high." Jing Lanqing smiled and stopped talking.
"Miss Lanqing, do you know the details of Beiman Mountain?" Luo Ying had nothing to say. After all, he was his sweetheart, so he couldn't say a word in front of her.
"Hmm? Mr. Luo, what does this mean?" Jing Lanqing didn't understand.
"This Beimang Mountain is not a mountain that exists in reality at all. This mountain is a spiritual array space constructed by a huge spiritual array." Luo Ying said.
"Spiritual formation space?" Jing Lanqing was a little surprised.
"Yes, that's exactly it." Luo Ying said.
"But why didn't I feel anything?" Jing Lanqing said.
"Because this spiritual array space is not an ordinary spiritual array space. This spiritual array space is constructed from real scenery. Moreover, this spiritual array space and the real space are on the same plane and intertwined with each other." Luo Ying is Tong after all.
The head of the Dao Sect knew everything about these things.
"This..." Jing Lanqing found this a bit unbelievable.
"Well, this is a real space constructed by the spiritual formation. I guess Miss Lan Qing understands this." Luo Ying said.
"You mean..." Jing Lanqing somewhat understood what Luo Ying meant.
"Well, that's right, it's just what Miss Lan Qing thought." Luo Ying said.
The curtain of the carriage was suddenly pulled down. Luo Ying was wondering what was going on when he saw the curtain was pulled up again. "I'm sorry, Sect Leader Luo, my sister Lan Qing is suddenly ill, so it's inconvenient to talk to you.
You speak." It was Bai Ziyuan who spoke.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Luo Ying smiled. This Bai Ziyuan still didn't believe in herself, and she was helpless.