"I understand! Elder Xiao." The disciples expressed their understanding.

"In addition, you must use the 'wind control technique' throughout the journey. This method is recorded in the "Complete Explanation of Basic Spiritual Techniques" issued by the sect. If there are still people who have not learned it yet, find a way to keep up with the large army by themselves."

Xiao He paced back and forth on the stage, his expression on his face was not angry and powerful: "After arriving at Xingluo Valley, I will distribute more than ten pairs of jade tags marked with the content and serial number. Then, according to the records of the jade tag, you will find people with the same serial number to form a team in two, and try your best to complete the task within three days as quickly as possible, and then report to me, and you can go back to the sect first. The final trial reward will be settled after all the disciples return. Do you understand?"

"I understand!" Although some disciples were confused by these new rules, under the pressure of the old man in black robe, no one dared to come forward to ask questions. Only one person took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to raise his hand:

"Elder Xiao, I don't know anything about it. I want to ask you for advice!"

Everyone turned their eyes to this person, and Lu Lingqiu also looked over in surprise. Sure enough, the person who asked the question was Li Yuanbo.

"What do you don't understand? Tell me quickly. Don't waste time." Xiao He stopped dissatisfied and said coldly.

Li Yuanbo nodded repeatedly and immediately raised his question: "Return to Elder Xiao, my disciple once heard from a senior sister Morning Star that in previous years, everyone acted together to kill the designated monsters. But why did they act in groups in two groups this year? Will this increase the difficulty and danger of the trial..."

"Ha, fool!" Xiao He scolded, narrowed his venomous eyes and asked back, "I asked you, who will decide the rules in this sect?"

He looked gloomy and said heavily: "Is it the elder or Morning Star?"

"Yes... it's the elder." Li Yuanbo heard something wrong and his voice gradually weakened.

Although he is reckless, he is not stupid. He has always been the kind of person who will ask questions if there is a problem. Although he looks a little bit lewd on the surface, he is actually not timid. Especially when facing things he thinks are "unreasonable", no matter who is standing in front of him, he will stand up directly to ask questions with great courage.

"Well, that's all? What's the point of what you ask?"

Elder Xiao showed a sarcastic look: "Some trivial matters in the sect will be handed over to Chenxing, but when it comes to major matters involving training, which one is not decided by the Elders?

Just because the difficulty of the task has increased a little, I feel so panicked. I think with your greed and fear of death, you will never be able to see through the great way in this life!"

"this……"

When the disciples heard Xiao He's ruthless words, they looked at each other at a loss, and gradually, their whispers became louder. Even Lu Lingqiu frowned deeply.

"Brother Lingqiu, what's going on with this old guy?" Mu Qing quietly sent a voice beside him, "Are all the elders of Lingyue like this?"

Everyone knows that as an elder in the sect, no matter how poor the disciples are, they will not humiliate them in public.

The words "I never want to see through the great way in this life" can easily bring huge psychological shadows to the fragile disciples in their hearts, and may even trigger inner demons when they break through. To a certain extent, this is no longer a lesson, it is equivalent to a curse.

Lu Lingqiu whispered: "I don't know if the elders of Lingyue are like this, but this person is definitely not a good thing."

"The trial is dangerous, and life and death are all in peace. I am only responsible for escorting you to Yinhuilin. As for the accidents that occur during the trial, I don't care about anything. Whoever is dissatisfied, stand up and speak!"

Xiao He carried his hands on his back and released all the huge spiritual pressure of the old monster in the Nascent Soul stage!

The terrible spiritual sense scanned everyone, and the venue instantly became quiet.

In the crowd, Li Yuanbo's face turned dark, he did not refute or speak, and went back to the team directly.

Xiao He snorted coldly, waved his sleeves, and walked towards the bottom of the mountain first.

"Set off!"

"yes!"

...

At the foot of Wangshu Mountain, in front of the tall Lingyue Mountain Gate, two teams stood on both sides of the mahogany pillars, chatting while waiting for something.

More than ten people on the left were dressed in gray-white Taoist robes, with a small sword mark embroidered on their clothes, which was easy to identify as disciples of the Yutian Sword Sect.

There were only six people on the right side, each wearing yellow and red robes and robes, and without hair on his head, all of them were monks. This was the apostle who came from the Great Buddha Temple.

"Amitabha, I haven't seen you for many years. Donalds are fine." The monk in charge was actually a young monk who was only six feet tall, and his voice was childish. Each of the five young monks behind him was half a head taller than him.

"Who are you?"

The cold man on the left stood in his arms with his sword, frowned and looked at the little monk who was talking to him.

“Haha, the little monk’s Dharma name is ‘False’.

The donor may not remember that a few years ago, you and I met in the ancient Brahma temple."

The little monk stood in front of his chest with one hand and said in a mature expression: "At that time, you were suffering from the pain of the body-eating of the magic weapon. You came from thousands of miles away and begged the little monk's master to break the demonic obstacles for you. Now that I have been gone for many years, my master has already sat down..."

"What?! You are Master Xunian's disciple! He, he has passed away?!" The man in white was Yun Jianlai, the senior brother of the Yutian Sword Sect.

After hearing this, his eyes were filled with shock and regret. He swept away his cold expression before and sighed: "Alas! Master Xunian is in the world. Such news is really...sighing."

But the young monk smiled slightly and shook his head: "The lifespan of the family teacher has ended. Fortunately, he has explored the third level of the "Taishang Forgetful Way" before leaving. After his death, the Dharma experience will leave relics, and you should go to the Pure Land. Donor Cloud does not have to regret it."

Yun Jian came to hear this and felt a little disappointed.

Only the old monk who had saved his life knew the secret of the magic sword in his hand. If Master Xunian had not saved him with all his might, he would have already entered his body and his corpse would have disappeared.

Now he was deeply saddened to hear the news of his death.

Seeing Yun Jian coming silently, he whispered the Buddha's name in vain and said, "Donor Yun, the candidates selected for this joint trial of the three sects must be the best new disciples in recent years. The young monk has long heard that the sect is mainly engaged in sword cultivation. I wonder if any of the disciples who came to practice this time are people you prefer."

The two are far away from their disciples in their sects, so they will not be heard by their disciples.

Yun Jianlai came back from his sadness, turned around and looked at the team of the Yutian Sword Sect, nodded: "There is indeed a junior brother who is very good."

"Oh?" Xu Fei seemed very interested.

Yun Jianlai said, "This junior brother started three years ago. He has mediocre talents and average qualifications. But compared with other disciples, he has more temperament."

"What do you mean?" The little monk also looked at his gaze and soon saw the handsome male disciple with a bitter look in the crowd.

"I saw a kind of persistence in him." Yun Jianlai sighed slightly, as if he was thinking of his former self.

"A kind of persistence that is resisting destiny and trying to climb to a higher level."

"I see."

Most monks today are impetuous.

With the continuous transparency of information among the major immortal gates, everyone can more or less learn from various channels that the spiritual energy of the Tiancang Continent is becoming thinner year by year.

If this trend continues, it is likely that in a few years, there will be one day when all the spiritual energy will be dissipated. By then, even if everyone has spiritual roots, they can only live like mortals and cannot practice, which makes it even more in vain to discuss longevity.

In other words, what heights can you reach before the Dharma-Ending Age come? What heights will the Dharma-Ending Age be? At that time, the strongest group of people were qualified to dominate the entire continent.

Yun Jianlai is a person with a sense of crisis.

He believes that Cong Xin is the same.

After a moment of vain, he sighed softly: "This state of mind is truly rare. It seems that Donor Yun is a person who loves talent."

Yun Jian came and shook his head and stopped talking.

In the crowd, Zhou Feng looked at the two team leaders, looked at Cong Xin again, frowned and said in confusion: "Junior Brother Cong, why do I feel that Senior Brother seems to be looking at us just now?"

Cong Xin was thinking about the newly practiced sword technique in the past few days, but after he interrupted it, he felt a little impatient.

"You must have read it wrong." He responded casually.

"Oh, it's impossible. When it comes to observing words and expressions, we are not bragging, so we are definitely much better than you, Junior Brother Cong." Zhou Feng smiled carelessly and confirmed again: "And, that leading monk boy is also looking at us. If you don't believe me, take a look."

"Ah?" Cong Xin was a little curious when he said this. He raised his head and looked at it. Sure enough, he saw Yun Jianlai and Xuwang's eyes seem to be on him. He was shocked and quickly looked away and lowered his head again.

"I'm right? Hey? Cong Xin, why are you bowing your head?" Zhou Feng looked at his junior brother in confusion.

Cong Xin said nothing.

Based on his experience he has been working hard over the years, if he is targeted by someone with higher cultivation than him and looks back and forth when he goes out, it is definitely not a good phenomenon.

On the contrary, there are likely to be troubles.

When you are away, you are low-key and you are a common sense. Don’t ask what you shouldn’t ask, don’t look at what you shouldn’t look at, don’t look at what you shouldn’t look at, don’t know, tolerate development, and practice in secret. This is the king of survival that Cong Xin has recently explored and summarized.

At this moment, some footsteps came sparsely on the Lingyue Mountain Road not far away, attracting the attention of everyone outside the mountain gate.

"He is a disciple of the Lingyue Sect!"

"They are here!"

"I have heard that the Lingyue Sect has more women and fewer men, and the female disciples are all beautiful, and I don't know whether it is true or false. It seems that the answer will be revealed soon."
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