It’s already the third day...

In the white space, Hong Butian remained motionless, sitting cross-legged quietly, spiritual energy surging regularly in his body, and bits and pieces of spiritual energy were absorbed by him, constantly strengthening his own foundation.

"Black call! Black call!"

There was a strange sound in his ears, as if someone was doing push-ups next to him.

Hong Butian just ignores him and interferes with him. What can be done to him?

"Tap! Tread! Tread!"

Heavy footsteps sounded, as if someone was running wildly, but it sounded like they were reaching their limit.

"Help! Help! Someone come and save me!"

The desperate cry came from afar, and it was so sad that it made people feel sympathy.

Save your head, who will sympathize with you? Just go and have fun!

"Boss, look at this kid. He's motionless. He must have fainted. Otherwise, we..."

A thief voice sounded: "Give him, hey hey hey..."

Hey, hey, you ghost, what the hell do you want to do? It’s useless to disturb my Taoist mind!

"That makes sense, go ahead and take off his pants!"

Hong Butian: "???"

This illusion is quite real. He actually felt his clothes being pulled. He is worthy of being a great sect, and his foundation is powerful.

Hiss...

Why do I feel like there is cold air blowing behind me? It must be an illusion, um, an illusion.

But what if it's true...

Oh, absolutely impossible!

"Oh, bah! This Infinite Sword Sect is quite difficult to chew, and it splattered my face with blood!"

"Hehe, no matter how hard it is to chew, won't you be beaten down by us?

After the death of the Sword Sect Sect Leader, there will only be a bunch of ants left here waiting to be slaughtered!"

"Huh? There is actually someone here, he is only at the first level of Qi refining..."

The hair on Hong Butian's back stood up, feeling like the god of death was licking his life away. There was an itching feeling on his neck, and there seemed to be some liquid flowing down his collar...

This is too false. A strong man who can defeat the Infinite Sword Sect, what will happen even if he resists?

Ignore, ignore.

In the past three days, Hong Butian has seen, or "feeled", all the big winds and waves.

For example, there seemed to be seven or eight big men dancing next to him, or two peerless swordsmen dueling at their peak, or there was a sudden loud noise in a quiet environment, and he even heard some sounds that were inappropriate for children...

"Very good. It seems that you have successfully understood the spirit that this level wants to convey to you. Get up. Now let's move on to the next level."

Piaomiao's voice was a little excited: "Maybe you can really become a disciple of Jianmen!

Listen up, the content of the third level is... hmm? Why don't you get up? Can't you hear me?"

Hong Butian: "..."

How can you be so insidious? This is not just a test of concentration and perseverance, but you are going to personally dig a hole for him to jump into?

Oh, he wouldn't get up without saying the word "无界".

"..."

"..."

Time flies.

"Hi!"

His shoulder was tapped, and Zhao Zhuji's somewhat angry voice came: "Why are you still here? The test is over. You failed!

Leave quickly, or don’t blame me for being rude!"

Hong Butian: "..."

"Boy, I can only help you here."

The great elder's voice came: "From now on, we owe nothing to each other!"

"We can understand if you don't believe it, but the person who gave you the test questions has fainted, and we don't know what the keywords are!

But even if you don’t believe us, what I want to tell you is that those monsters still have back-ups and are now approaching Five Color City!"

Hong Butian: "!!!"

This possibility... should not happen. My brothers and sisters are at home, nothing will happen to them.

But if something happens...

It won't help if he goes back!

But even if this is the case, if it is true, he will go back even if he can't help...

"No..."

Hong Butian: "!!!"

Here comes the keyword!

"No lake~~"

Hong Butian: "..."

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore, Wu Jing!"

Piaomiao's voice said helplessly: "It's really boring. There's no reaction at all that I want to see."

"Huh..."

Hong Butian breathed a long sigh of relief, stood up and opened his eyes. These five days have been really difficult.

"Well, the third level is an optional level and also the final level."

Piaomiao's voice did not delay this time and introduced directly.

"Choose any one of the following three options as your test level.

The first item is understanding. Disciples of Wuliangjian Sect need extraordinary understanding in order to stand out among their peers in the practice world and win glory for the sect.

Three weeks to make up for the incomplete Qi refining methods provided to you. Afterwards, there will be a specially responsible elder to judge and he will decide whether you should stay or go.

If successful, you can become an outer disciple of Wuliangjian Sect. Do you choose the first option?"

"No."

Hong Butian decisively refused. He was only at the first level of Qi refining. Even the most basic Qi refining method was not something he could rewrite.

He still likes to use hard work to fill the gap, rather than this kind of uncertain test. Expecting some inspiration will only make him more irritable and intolerable.

"The rejection is very decisive!"

The misty voice is a bit unexpected.

"The second item is battle. Wuliang Sword Sect needs to fight with aliens from time to time to resist their invasion, so strength is essential."

"!!!"

Hong Butian's eyes lit up slightly. This seems to be okay. So what about aliens? They are only creatures that can bleed. He...

"In three weeks, kill a foundation-building monster or evil cultivator alone. After victory, you will directly become an inner disciple of the Infinite Sword Sect."

Hong Butian: "..."

Sorry, pretended he didn't say anything.

"No!"

Hong Butian shook his head. He had already seen the strength in the foundation-building stage, and it was not someone he could touch easily.

"Haha, you refused two tasks in a row without giving it more thought?"

The misty voice seemed to be mocking: "If the third item is also unacceptable to you, should you do nothing and go back in despair?"

"Please ask a question."

Hong Butian didn't say much, just urged.

"Okay, I'll satisfy you."

Piao Miao said in a leisurely voice: "The third item is disguise. Disciples of the Wuliang Sword Sect sometimes sneak into foreign races to spy on intelligence, and at this time your adaptability will be tested.

After selecting this option, you will temporarily become a registered disciple and disguise yourself within the sect for three weeks, pretending to be the character assigned to you by the sect.

During this period, the sect will assign various tasks to you, allowing you to contact your fellow brothers and sisters, and show your disguised character in front of them.

After three weeks, the sect will randomly select several disciples among them and ask them to truthfully report their impressions of you.
To be continued...