"Well, it's true. This is undeniable." The old man who had spoken out to defend Situ Feng nodded, "This year's foreign competition will start in three months. I wonder if Han Yi will be able to win by then.
What kind of ranking did you get?"
Looking over the disciples who were talking about each other, Han Yi walked straight into the side hall.
Seeing Han Yi walking into the side hall, the faces of the disciples in the hall were even more surprised.
"He actually wants to take on the Xuanbang mission."
"Oh, with his strength, he can certainly pass the test." A disciple shrugged and said.
"Yes." Seeing Han Yi's figure disappearing behind the door of the side hall, the disciples in the hall stopped paying attention and turned to look at the light curtain on the main hall, looking for tasks they could complete.
In the side hall, which was more than ten feet in size, there was only a simple wooden table on display. Behind the wooden table, a middle-aged man in a brocade robe looked down at the ancient scroll in his hand.
As if aware of Han Yi's arrival, the middle-aged man raised his head, and an invisible force suddenly surged out of his deep eyes and rushed towards Han Yi.
The oppression from the spiritual level acted on Han Yi, but Han Yi walked up to the middle-aged man and bowed as if he didn't notice it at all.
"Junior Han Yi has met the elder."
Seeing that Han Yi ignored his mental oppression, the middle-aged man looked Han Yi up and down again, nodded and asked.
"Do you want to take on the Xuanbang mission?"
"Exactly."
"Well, then you know the rules."
"Know."
"Okay." The middle-aged man waved his hand, and a huge stone tablet appeared in the side hall, more than ten meters high. Mysterious lines were engraved on the stone tablet at the height of a person. Several of the lines extended out to the top, and a path was opened along the way.
Blossoming silver flowers.
"Attack with all your strength. As long as you can light up the third flower, you have passed the test."
"clear."
Han Yi had no expression on his face. He raised his hand to hold it in vain, and the Thunder Sky Sword appeared in the palm of his left hand. He held the hilt of the sword, and the silver spiritual power in his meridians secretly circulated, and the muscles of his right arm beat slightly.
"The art of drawing swords, breaking the battle with one move."
In just one breath, Han Yi completed the accumulation of strength, unsheathed his sword, and injected silver spiritual power into the long sword. A silver light flashed in the side hall and struck the huge stone tablet with a bang.
Boom, after a brief explosion, all the sounds disappeared, as if they were swallowed by something, so abrupt.
The stone tablet erupted with a burst of colorful brilliance, and Han Yi's sword light was sucked in bit by bit under the envelope of colorful brilliance, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
After absorbing the sword light attack, the brilliance on the stone tablet also completely converged, and the patterns engraved on it quickly emitted a silver aura, spreading along the lines and beginning to light up the flowers on the tablet.
Those silver auras flowed along the three patterns and soon lit up the first little flower. The silver auras were as bright as stars.
"The first one."
After lighting up the first little flower, the silver light continued to spread along the pattern split into six strips. It took a few breaths before it reached the second little flower. It converged from six different directions and lit it up little by little.
Bright.
"The second one."
The silver light continued to rise, and the patterns split into twelve, like diverging river channels, hindering the flow of the surging river water. The silver light penetrated those patterns with difficulty, and after more than ten breaths, it finally entered the location of the third little flower.
position. The silver light injected from the twelve lines slowly penetrated, and the gorgeous petals were lit up one by one.
"The third flower." The middle-aged man nodded, thinking that according to the spreading trend of the silver light, this would be the end. But the next moment, the silver light rose again, along the twenty-four lines, and the speed reached the extreme.
But like a tenacious snail, it never stops.
It wasn't until a cup of tea that the silver light that entered the twenty-four lines reached the height of the fourth little flower. Each line was connected to a petal, and the silver light was injected into it, like ink spreading in the water, making it appear
Somewhat dim, not bright.
After a full twenty breaths, the fourth little flower was lit, and the fine stamens between the petals emitted dots of silver light, just like the flickering lights.
"The fourth one." When the fourth little flower was lit up, the middle-aged man's eyes were slightly surprised and startled. He turned to look at Han Yi and asked again, "What's your name?"
"Disciple Han Yi." Han Yi bowed his hands and saluted.
"Han Yi, Han Yi." The middle-aged man frowned and thought, "I seem to have heard this name somewhere, but I can't remember it."
"Forget it." After thinking for a long time without any clue, the middle-aged man had to give up. He made a seal and shot out a spiritual light from his hand. A layer of light curtain appeared on the wall behind the side hall, and more than a dozen large red characters were written on it.
The written tasks are arranged in order, and each line of red characters is filled with dense task notes.
"It's up to you to decide what mission you want to take on, and remember to act within your capabilities. In the early stage of Ling Sect, you can launch attacks comparable to those of monks in the later stages of Ling Sect, and your strength is not too weak. However, in this world, you don't have to be fearless just because you are strong.
There are always forces that are beyond human power."
"Disciples must obey the elders' teachings."
Han Yi bowed, turned his gaze to the light curtain, and read the mission notes carefully. After half a quarter of an hour, he made a decision in his heart.
He took out the disciple order, raised his hand, and three beams of light shot into the light curtain, covering three of the tasks. The big red characters disappeared in an instant.
"Okay, you can leave. Although there is no time limit for these three tasks, the competition will be held in three months. Remember to come back on time."
The middle-aged man seemed to know what kind of mission Han Yi had chosen by just glancing at the formation light screen, and gave him a reminder.
"yes."
Han Yi saluted again, turned around and walked out of the hall, heading towards Feiling Pagoda. A quarter of an hour later, a golden light rose into the sky from where Feiling Pagoda was located, and a sharp cry echoed in Kongling Mountain, and was soon drowned in the north wind.
...
Seven days later, in the eastern part of Lanyue Island, near Yingtie Ridge on the edge of the Endless Sea, a young man in white passed through the dense forest and stopped on the edge of the cliff outside the dense forest, overlooking the mountainside.
Behind the young man, there followed a black shadow, a dark cloak covering his whole body, and the face under the hood seemed to be unable to be illuminated by the sun.
"The bandits in Ying Tieling are considered the bullies in this area. Their three leaders are all Ling Sect cultivators, and the highest one seems to have reached the late Ling Sect stage."
"Well, we have been traveling along the way during this period and have also heard some news. This group of bandits has gathered thousands of people, and there are more than a hundred spiritual masters. In addition to the three leaders who are at the spiritual sect level, there are also guardians on the left and right.
"Meikui whispered, "So after all, the only ones we need to pay attention to are the five people who have reached the level of Lingzong cultivation."
Han Yi nodded, with no expression on his face, as if he didn't care.