The young man was tall and could not see his appearance clearly, but even if he saw it clearly, Li Xianyuan could not recognize him.

Everyone was paying attention to the figure of the young man, but Li Xianyuan looked at the eighth floor. Ximen Haiyao stood up and stepped onto the ninth floor. The Taoist robe was black and white, and her temperament was as ethereal as a fairy.

When he withdrew his gaze, he glanced at four layers. Lu Nianlei was still there, and sweat beads were oozing from his smooth forehead.

"What does the fourth floor look like? Nianlei has been in there for three hours." The master's voice suddenly came from his ears.

Disciples are forbidden to talk to the test content of the Unknown Tower. The magic weapon is spiritual. If a disciple says it, he will never step into the Unknown Tower in this life.

However, it would be fine to tell the master as an elder. Li Xianyuan answered truthfully: "The fourth level is the eighteenth level hell. The disciple entered the tongue-pulling hell. The disciple inferred that the first three levels may be related to the number of layers of the eighteenth level hell."

"Is hell..." Ning Jiya murmured.

The inner pass of the Wuming Tower is divided into several categories. For example, the enemy on the first and third levels can be fought, and it is Dou Pass. The second level is Wuming Pass. The fourth level is Hell. The other passes like Life Pass are dead. All are at the back level of the Wuming Tower.

Dou Pass is the most common, and if you win, you will be considered passing. The contents of the Wu Pass are different. Ning Jiya has been in the first half of the year, but she has never heard of any time the Wu Pass is the same as before. The most common nameless tower is these two levels. One is literature and one is martial. Self-cultivation is the foundation of a monk. Cultivation is the foundation of a monk, and neither is missing.

The trap is often found around the fifth level. For example, the eighteenth level hell. The content of the trap depends on how the previous levels pass. For example, Li Xianyuan relies on sophistry and is thrown into the tongue-pulling hell of the eighteenth level hell.

As for the life and death pass, Li Xianyuan has not met yet, so I don’t know what. Just listening to the name, I think it’s not that easy to deal with.

Thinking of this, I felt that I had been delaying it for too long. Li Xianyuan said goodbye to his master and walked into the tower with a sword.

There was no pause along the way to the fifth floor. Thousands of people sat cross-legged on this floor, stretching in the distance.

Before Li Xianyuan could find the empty space, a girl next to her suddenly stood up, glanced at Li Xianyuan, and stepped onto the sixth floor.

With the space, Li Xianyuan sat in the girl's previous position. The cushion under her body was warm and the fragrance on her nose was lingering. Li Xianyuan felt a little uncomfortable, sat slightly straight, closed her eyes and entered.

at the same time--

On the fourth floor, Lu Nianlei sat cross-legged in a corner, her eyes suddenly opened and she took a quick breath.

There was a layer of fine cold sweat on her forehead, and there was still fear in her eyes.

After more than ten breaths, Yu Yu dissipated. Lu Nianlei realized that she had failed and stopped on the fourth floor. She couldn't help but pursed her lips tightly, her eyes full of unwillingness.

Just looking at the thousands of people on this fourth floor, Lu Nianlei knows how bad her ranking is. How could she, who is very respectful to herself, bear it?

At this moment, Li Xianyuan's indifferent appearance suddenly sounded in Lu Nianlei's mind. He felt a little uncomfortable. I think with his qualifications and strength, it would be difficult to get through the first level.

At least not at the bottom. Lu Nianlei thought to herself, she dissipated her unwillingness in her eyes, gently pursed her thin lips and left the nameless tower, and returned to Ning Jiya.

"Master." Walked to Ning Jiya and held a smile under the lights.

"Don't be lost." Ning Jiya stroked Lu Nianlei's hair and said softly: "I have just started the fourth floor for a month. My grades are very good. As a teacher, I didn't even pass the first floor."

Lu Nianlei nodded obediently, suddenly looked around, pretending to be unintentional and asked, "Why didn't you see your senior brother?"

Ning Jiya showed some inexplicable smile: "He is on the fifth floor."

Lu Nianlei was stunned.

How is that possible!

He suddenly turned to look at the list, his eyes full of doubts and quickly passed by the figure. After more than ten breaths, he found Li Xianyuan, who was wearing a black and white Taoist robe and sitting cross-legged in the cushion.

She couldn't believe what she saw.

"Do you know what mistake you made?" Ning Jiya also sounded softly in her ears.

"You think you have poor qualifications in immortality, so you don't want to be friends with him. Do you really want to be a teacher?"

A little panic appeared on her tender cheeks, and Lu Nianlei hurriedly said, "Master, I..."

"People who practice should be open-minded and respect each other. What's more, you are all from the same school and are even more senior brothers and sisters." Ning Jiya interrupted Lu Nianlei and explained, with a gentle and harmonious voice.

The master knows everything.

Knowing that everything was known, Lu Nianlei stopped defending her head and bowed her head slightly, and felt pitiful: "When my disciples were in the clan, people around me often taught me that those who were close to the vermilion were red and those who were close to the ink were black. They even taught me that those who could live in it. Senior Brother Xianyuan was so qualified, but he could all get the position of a disciple in person. The disciples were really unfair... The disciples also knew that this was wrong, but..."

Although it is a crying voice, it is hard to tell whether it is true or false.

Ning Jiya smiled and said, "It is because of this that my teacher wants to tell you this. Nianlei is not bad by nature, but you are too arrogant. Don't be small for anyone. The same is true for even meeting a limp beggar on the road. How can you know that he may be Tieguai Li?"

Lu Nianlei has a complicated pretty face: "I don't know about it."

"Then let's continue watching."

...

Open your eyes and stand in the attic.

Although the candlelight on the table is dim, the window is wide open and the moonlight is grand. It is high above my head, and it is the third time.

The bright moonlight was dead silent. Li Xianyuan stood still and looked around. He was familiar with him and was stranger. He had been here, so he was familiar with him. He had not been there for too long, so he was stranger.

It was not elsewhere, it was the broken temple where he was a disciple and sought immortals, and rested on the way.

With Wen Ruyu.

The surroundings are as old as before, and things change by people. Li Xianyuan suddenly realized it slightly, and just now remembered that this was a trial, and he could not do it in real life.

At this moment, the deserted land outside the window was sparse, the weeds were separated, and it became closer and closer. Soon, there was a knock on the door.

"Young Master, are you asleep?" He heard from downstairs.

Li Xianyuan stepped down the stairs and saw the door being pushed open, and three different figures stood outside the door.

The spirit sword was still there when he touched his hand.

That's nothing scary.

The figure is like an iron tower, with a charming waist and a hunched over like a mouse, with his heels raised and unsteady on the ground, and it is very strange to stand in front of the door.

The strong man was wooden, his eyes were still moving, and his head followed Li Xianyuan down the stairs: "There are guests."

"It's a young man." The old woman's voice was so sharp that she couldn't tell the man and woman.

"Fine skin and tender flesh." said the enchanting woman. Among the three, she was the most like a human, while the others were more like demons wearing human skin.

The strong man said: "I want broth."

The old woman replied: "I'll go and prepare."

The three of them sang and had a brief exchange. Then they saw the old woman turn around and step on the threshold tremblingly.

Click—

The foot was lifted down and hit the threshold. The old man was osteoporosis, and the foot was rolling outward. The old woman was unconscious, and her body was high and low, crushing her soles and slowly leaving.

The old woman left, and the strong man and beautiful woman were still there.

"Are you two husband and wife?" Li Xianyuan suddenly spoke.

"No." The strong man replied in a daze. He had never moved since he entered the door.

"Has Miss ever been betrothed by someone?" Li Xianyuan turned to look at the beautiful woman. What she said was a bit inexplicable.

The beautiful woman said: "Never."
Chapter completed!