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When people step on these shallow footprints, they naturally obtain the information they have retained to this day.

Not only Tan Weiran suddenly realized, but also everyone else was immersed in the message and nodded repeatedly to show that he understood.

Judging from the information obtained, many people have made half of the guesses over the years: many of the arrangements in the cave are the owner's preferences, and they are indeed for young monks to experience.

Entering the twelve earthly branches is a level of experience.

However, without the host of the cave owner and lacking people and energy, many arrangements for training will inevitably not work. For example, after entering the twelve earthly branches, there should have been a series of arrangements for training, but they did not start.

It is precisely because of the experience of disciples that the elders have such a need to observe the disciples’ performance calmly that the scene can be seen from the fog like cloud wall.

Tan Weiran pondered: "From the meaning of this message, it seems that entering the twelve earthly branches is the real experience? The twelve winners are probably equivalent to the strength of the true disciple level."

"It's interesting." Looking around, the eyes quickly passed by the clouds and mist and about a hundred people who were standing in their footprints to obtain information: "Isn't this saying that condensing 30% of the spirit is probably a bottom line for measuring young disciples in the minds of the owner of the cave? The owner of the cave has really good requirements for the strength of young monks."

After thinking carefully, Tan Weiran suddenly felt a stern and secretly warned himself: "In this way, I have condensed 60% of my spirits. There is really nothing worth complacent about."

Tan Weiran couldn't understand what happened tens of thousands of years ago. But he knew very well that in a few decades, the current strength standard would be greatly improved by the environment. For example, a spiritual gourmet monk would condense his spirit, and for example, a monk Duhe should cultivate his true soul!

"I'm thinking too much..." Tan Weiran laughed, put aside his thoughts for a while and carefully sorted out the meaning of the message.

The information obtained from the footprints is about the next step of the "Ten Heavenly Stems".

The "Ten Heavenly Stems" is the core area of ​​Baili Cave.

When all those who enter the twelve earthly branches come here regardless of their victory or defeat, and obtain the remaining information, the entrance of the "Ten Heavenly Stems" will appear three hours later.

Except for the "A" room, the other nine rooms and nine entrances will all appear.

According to the meaning of the message, each of the nine rooms has at least one treasure.

The winners of the twelve routes will compete with each other for nine rooms except the "A" character room.

Other losers will block the twelve winners with many enemies. Whoever can block and defeat a winner can take a entrance.

"Hey, it's true. The real treasures are all among the ten heavenly stems in the twelve earthly branches." Tan Weiran smiled with satisfaction and breathed a sigh of relief. Although many rumors are true and false, fortunately, the rumor of the "ten heavenly stems" is related to several super strong people such as Qingdi, and they have not been artificially covered up and confused.

"If nothing unexpected happens, the rumors about the Huangquan Emperor Sword are true, and they are really lost here." Tan Weiran put down the big stone in his heart, and according to the clues he summarized from many rumors, he knew in his mind: "The whereabouts should be..."

Everyone read the message at this moment, including Tan Weiran, and all glanced at the other people with a squirming look. His eyes were strange, alert, excited and excited.

"Great treasure!"

It was like a hammer, smashing hard on everyone's heart, and the sudden heartbeat was like a big drum. Anyone who had a little brain wanted to find that with the power of the cave owner, it would be unusual to be called a treasure by him.

Just thinking about it makes people feel so excited that it is hard to control themselves.

Finally, I didn't let myself down and worked hard all the way to get here!

Only Tan Weiran waited for the eleven winners, all of them were calm and even covered in haze, with a sense of depression and helplessness that was about to fall into the pit.

Suddenly, I suddenly felt that each other who should be competitors had a feeling of empathy. Compared to before, I felt that I was more pleasing to each other. Prince Fufeng looked up at the sky and sighed:

"This is too crap!"

The cave owner was just like the voices of Tan Weiran and Eleven people, and the owner of the cave was too equal, just like Wu Tianxun's gloomy and cold snorted at this time: "I had known that it would not be much of a benefit to win, so why should I fight hard? It would be better to be a loser..."

The eleven winners have to face the blockade of about ninety losers... This is not a pit, but a huge pit.

These about ninety losers are not something that can be crushed and defeated casually, but are the best among the peers who have condensed 20 to 30 to 40 to 40 to 40 to 40 to savage like Song Youruo.

Everyone defeated the ones who won one after another along the way, but it would be terrifying to face eight opponents at once. Not to mention Xue Qianxun and Fu Hongzhuang, even if Liu Ziran and Tan Weiran may not dare to look at each other and fight against eight.

That's all alone, the key is that there are eleven winners, but there are only nine rooms.

This means that the eleven people have no choice but to pull each other back and attack each other.

Is it an enemy? a friend?

He slowly let out a heavy breath, Tan Weiran's eyes swept across everyone, Prince Fufeng, Ye Chunqiu, Gan Qingdi... Then, he pursed his lips gently and thought: "Will there be a mercenary and Lianheng? Will anyone drag me down?"

"If you can join the Zonglian Heng, with Song Youruo and Min Yuanliang in the ranks of losers, it would be like two entrances to be allowed..." Tan Weiran pursed his lips, rubbed his deep-locked eyebrows, and shook his head bitterly: "If I defeat the Guishou, Yuxu Sect and Liu Ziran will definitely be unhappy. It seems that I must be prepared to fight one against eight, or even more..."

Tan Weiran's eyes flashed with a ray of light and his lips pursed: "Maybe, is it a good time to experience the strength of the Qing Emperor?"

At this time, Yu Zhuyan's soft voice fell into her ears: "Wait for the entrance to appear, just break in, I'll help you to restrain one or two. And your fellow disciple... you will definitely be able to enter."

Yan Duwu? Tan Weiran's lips twitched slightly, and the girl was happily fighting with a look of fighting. I guess the girl was very dissatisfied and felt that if she had not been eliminated by him, she would have definitely become one of the twelve winners, so she was determined to fight against Liu Ziran and others.

After all, Yu Zhuyan is a "Fairy Yu" that everyone loves. If you openly express your support for Tan Weiran and be too close, it would be inappropriate, which would be equivalent to helping him get hatred.

She had concerns, but Fu Yongning and Yan Xingkong had no such concerns. They waved their hands and sent a message: "If you have a chance later, I will help you."

With nine entrances, eleven people not only need to be wary of each other's plots and drag their backs, but also face the situation of fighting against eight, or even more.

I don’t know how many people are secretly communicating, seeking support from others, or planning to join forces. But this is not easy, it is related to the treasure, and I’m afraid no one is willing to give up easily.

From this point of view, Tan Weiran has received support from Yu Zhuyan and others, and his popularity is much better than most people.

Communication brings layers of surging undercurrents. Rest and rest, rest and make full preparations.

Three hours passed in a flash, and at this time, changes suddenly arose, which shocked everyone.

Suddenly, there were vast clouds and mists floating from where they came. They merged into the environment and formed a layer of misty clouds and mist intersected together, almost blocking the field of vision.

Hundreds of people stood on the bridge, staring at the change in their eyes. They saw a little light shining in the clouds and smoke, becoming brighter and brighter, and gradually formed a light gate.

On the nine glowing light gates, big golden words such as B, C, and D are swaying...

Ten Heavenly Stems Appear!

Everyone held their breath and stared at the shiny door in the void. Gradually, people were breathing rapidly, and finally someone couldn't help but roar: "It's mine!" People rushed towards the light gate like arrows leaving the string!

With the first one, there will be a second one. When figures pounced towards the Nine Doors, the roars and scoldings have formed a shocking noise.

After glanced at the other ten people who were still holding the troops, Wu Tianxun couldn't help but step and shot away.

"Want to take the lead? It's not that easy." Prince Fufeng laughed heroically and turned into a gust of wind. The man was in the void and collided with a loud bang, and suddenly the light shone brightly: "It's my place here. Wu Tianxun, you'd better go somewhere else to play, hahaha!"

He only had a pause, and more than ten figures turned into arrows of the string and rushed towards the two of them, and they actually showed a joint situation.

"This is..." Tan Weiran and nine others frowned slightly at the same time. This was clearly trying to deal with eleven of them: "Jointly? Hope is an individual phenomenon."

Do you want to grab all nine entrances? I’m afraid that these people will not have such a good appetite. Tan Weiran shook his head and showed a sneer. With Song Youruo and Min Yuanliang as internal support, can you mix it up and want to take it all down? That’s purely whimsical.

Not to mention Song Youruo and others as their inner supporters, it is impossible for all of them to join forces so close to a hundred people.

All the other losers were eyeing each other, staring at the remaining nine people, full of eagerness to try. In the crowd, Zhang Xun's eyes were filled with a strange ray of eyes flying into the sky.

Direction: "B" Guangmen!

At this moment, a breath rushed over quickly, and Zhang Xun's eyes were filled with pride. He flew at the highest point and was caught off guard and turned around in the air. The terrifying 30% of the sword spirit roared out, just like the magma surging after a volcano erupted, which could almost burn everything to ashes.

At the same time, more than ten people who had discussed with Zhang Xun had already rushed to the siege.

But……

The moment he turned around, Zhang Xun's eyes widened, his mind was trembling, and his courage was vented: "How could it be him!"

The person chasing him turned out to be Tan Weiran, and the corners of his mouth were cold: "Go down!"

Buzz! The terrifying thunder and lightning sword soul blooms the most enchanting flower of thunder and lightning, and the purple snake dances wildly to bombard everything and annihilates everything.

"No!" Zhang Xun howled and endured the sword soul, but felt that his body was almost about to collapse. He blew up blood and fell like a meteorite.

The 50% thunder and lightning sword soul, which made people's hearts break, whistled past Zhang Xun and others with a domineering momentum.

For a moment, several people and Zhang Xun were beaten to fall, and the scene fell like dumplings.
Chapter completed!