After the first round of tests, Luo Hong and others passed the passers-by were led by disciples of the Yinyue Sect on the bluestone road.

Soon, a huge white jade carved pavilion suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

These low-level cultivators who had little knowledge couldn't help but widen their eyes and exclaimed in a low voice.

The disciples of the Yanyue Sect who led the way seemed very satisfied with everyone's performance, and each had smiles on his face.

Before he could get into it, Luo Hong used his spiritual sense to scan the inside and outside of the Baiyu Pavilion to make it clear.

There are only two old men in this building, sitting upright on two floors. The old men on the first floor have the middle stage of foundation building, while the second floor has the late stage of foundation building.

After more than 20 passers-by were taken into the pavilion, Qiu Changfeng cleared his throat and turned to everyone and said:

"You will come forward one after another later. Old Mo will use secret techniques to detect your age. As long as there is no big difference from what you explained before, you will be able to enter the final level of the test."

After explaining, Qiu Changfeng and the female cultivator in pink dress walked to the old man sitting cross-legged, bowed respectfully, and said:

"Old Mo, I'm working hard."

"What's the responsibility? Come here one by one."

The old man had a gentle attitude. After ending the transfer of the internal martial arts, he slowly opened his eyes and said.

It turns out that there is still this level. I said why I just asked about my age casually before, hehe, someone is going to be in trouble now.

Luo Hong glanced at the couple in the crowd quietly, and saw that the two men had white complexions and sweaty foreheads. It was obvious that there was a ghost in their hearts.

The low-level monk's measurements were naturally not hidden from Luo Hong. He actually discovered that these two people seemed to have taken some strange pill, which made them look like boys and girls of sixteen or seventeen years old, and their actual age was probably over thirty.

As soon as the old man finished speaking, a monk stepped forward and sat cross-legged on the cushion in front of the old man.

"Extend your hand."

The old man whispered.

The monk had no ghost in his heart and stretched out his right arm calmly.

The old man poked out his right hand, pinched his palm and forearm a few times, and said calmly:

“Twenty-one.”

Qiu Changfeng nodded slightly, confirming that the monk had not falsely reported his age, so he ordered a female cultivator in the palace clothes behind him:

"You take him to the second floor."

Because someone made a demonstration, the other people's nervousness greatly relieved and they went forward one by one for inspection.

It seemed that the old man's methods were not very clever, and the fake couple finally plucked up the courage.

Seeing a young man step forward slowly, Qiu Changfeng's mind showed his information:

"Gu Le, a native of Fancheng, fourth-grade spiritual roots, seventh-level Qi refining, and is only seventeen years old."

The old man casually put his hand on the young man's tender right arm, pinched it a few times, suddenly raised his head, and a sharp look flashed in his eyes.

With a "click", the old man actually used force to cut off the young man's forearm.

What's even more strange is that his appearance changed drastically amid the boy's pain, and in a blink of an eye, he changed from a young man with tender skin to a middle-aged man with rough skin.

"Give me your life! Senior!"

Seeing this, his wife was shocked and rushed out of the crowd, knelt down in front of the old man and kowtowed and begged for mercy.

"Hmph! You dare to use such a bad method! Drive it out for me!"

Qiu Changfeng felt that he had lost face and couldn't help but shout angrily.

The two palace cultivators behind him immediately used their flying swords and placed them beside the couple's necks, forcing them to exit the pavilion.

"You guys listen to me. You can still punish me if you falsely report your age and let me go. But if you can't pass the second floor's heart-to-heart barrier, don't blame us for rosy Yuezong!

Now if you want to quit, let’s leave with them!”

Qiu Changfeng looked at everyone coldly and warned in a stern voice.

The remaining cultivators whispered, but no one really left.

"Is there a secret technique related to bone touching? He is afraid that I can't touch my bones."

Luo Hong's eyes changed slightly, and then she strode to the old man and sat down.

After a sudden change just now, the old man cheered up a little, reached out to pinch Luo Hong's finger bone, and immediately "hmm".

Qiu Changfeng frowned and said in a deep voice:

"Old Mo, does this person have any problems?"

OK, I dare not take me seriously!

"No, fellow Taoist practiced the secret technique of body refining?"

The old man asked in Luo Hong's eyes.

"In order to practice the golden spiritual technique, I have specially practiced "Iron Cauldron and Golden Body Art".

Luo Hong smiled slightly smugly.

"Spiritual Art?" the old man said in suspicion.

At this time, the woman in the pink dress sent a message to explain in a timely manner.

"Haha, so that's it. Fellow Daoist has a sharp eye, interesting, interesting!"

When he learned about the reasons and the old man burst into laughter, he turned to Qiu Changfeng and said:

"Junior Brother Qiu, please take this fellow Taoist up here in person."

"Yes, Mr. Mo."

Qiu Changfeng responded respectfully.

"Fellow Daoist Luo, please."

Luo Hong nodded and stood up and walked towards the second floor with Qiu Changfeng.

As soon as he walked a few steps, the old man's voice came from his ear.

"Junior Brother Qiu, let Senior Brother Song focus on asking about this person's identity."

I was a little cautious, but unfortunately I met me.

Looking at the quiet Qiu Changfeng in front of him, Luo Hong thought to himself.

On the second floor of Yulou, the windows are closed and the interior is very dim.

An old man with wrinkles and white hair was sitting cross-legged in front of a yellow wooden table.

There were only two candlesticks and a stack of talismans on the table. The faint shaking candlelight shone the white-haired old man in a very gloomy and terrifying way.

After Qiu Changfeng brought Luo Hong up, he sent a message to the white-haired old man, conveying the meaning of Mr. Mo.

"I understand, you go down first."

The white-haired old man spoke expressionlessly.

"Yes, my junior brother will leave."

Qiu Changfeng bowed and turned downstairs.

After watching Qiu Changfeng leave, the white-haired old man picked up a talisman on the table and said in a turbulent tone:

"This is a heart-questioning talisman that makes you involuntarily tell the truth.

I will ask you a few questions later. If you can satisfy me, I will be my disciple of the Yinyue Sect in the future."

"Please cast the spell as long as you want."

Luo Hong pretended to show her joy and said authentic without any guilt.

The old man with white hair shook his wrist and the heart-asking tale was pressed on Luo Hong's shoulder, and then a silver light flashed.

Luo Hong didn't feel anything, so the other party started asking questions.

This talisman should be a state that can make people fall into a half-dream and half-awakening state, which is somewhat similar to Ecstasy, or a weakened version of Ecle.

After seeing through this, Luo Hong deliberately drooped her eyelids and pretended to be hit.

The questions of the old man with white hair are nothing more than Luo Hong's origin and purpose of joining the Yanyue Sect, as well as his practice and cultivation.

Luo Hong answered them one by one according to the pre-imagined character design.

After a while, the white-haired old man hooked his fingers and Luo Hong's heart-asking talisman flew back.

The power of this talisman has not been exhausted yet, so it can be used two or three more times.

Luo Hong cooperated to wake up from a dream and looked at the white-haired old man in confusion.

"Fellow Daoist has no problem, but after a while, Junior Brother Qiu will take you to the head hall."

The white-haired old man said in an emotional tone.

"Thank you, senior."

After Luo Hong got up and saluted, she was about to leave when she heard the white-haired old man say again:

"Fellow Taoists must know that wealth should not be exposed, otherwise even brothers of the same school will have evil thoughts."

I took out an intermediate spirit stone, which attracted evil thoughts?
Chapter completed!