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Zhao Wujiang strode forward, and the onlookers looked different.

He gently pressed his hand on the tortoise shell, feeling nothingness in his hand, as if pressing the air, and he said in a deep voice:

"May I ask, Grand Elder."

The elder's hair and beard were flying, his Taoist robe was windless, and he pointed in front of him, muttering words in his mouth, and a blue mark appeared on his eyebrows, as if he had not opened his eyes.

His tone was extremely majestic and solemn, and he asked:

"Zhao Wujiang, have you ever killed innocent people indiscriminately?"

"No." Zhao Wujiang spoke lightly.

The five pieces of talisman paper under the tortoise shell remained motionless.

"Zhao Wujiang, have you ever been treacherous?" The elder's hair was flying, and his old eyes were wide open, as if he was angry at the Heavenly Lord.

Zhao Wujiang shook his head:

"No."

The talisman paper is still not moving.

The viewers around him exclaimed slightly, and Zhao Wujiang answered too simply, full of righteousness.

"Zhao Wujiang, have you ever acted against your inner self?" asked the Great Elder again.

"have."

Zhao Wujiang answered:

"If you are not sincere in your words, you cannot help yourself."

The disciples of the Renzong Sect suddenly became noisy, and Liu Jicang sneered.

Yang Miaozhen frowned. There were too few people who had passed the Three Dao Pass before, so no one knew that there would be such a question.

The tortoise shell talisman paper began to tremble, but after just two breaths, it stopped trembling, and did not emit golden light.

"Zhao Wujiang, have you ever had someone I'm sorry?" the elder asked at the end.

Zhao Wujiang blurted out: "Yes."

As soon as the words were finished, the Xuan Talisman trembled desperately, as if golden light was about to be ignited. The next moment, a talisman paper fell off and fell into Zhao Wujiang's hands.

Before Zhao Wujiang touched it, the talisman paper burned quickly, and he drew a very complex rune in his palm, like a bloated word "wind".

"I've been asking for my heart." The elder stretched his eyebrows and smiled.

The third elder and the fifth and sixth elders frowned.

There was a noise all around, and I was shocked and puzzled. Could it be that the Xuan Fu Armor was broken? I admitted it openly that even if I passed the level?

The elder said earnestly:

"The last time I asked for my heart was a hundred years ago.

This level not only tests a person's character, but also tests a clear conscience.

My human sect is in the world, and is contaminated by the seven emotions and six desires. People’s hearts are mixed. How can there be any good and beautiful? A clear conscience in doing things is the best answer."

Many disciples nodded, and a feeling of being able to go on me would be fine in their hearts, but they soon became depressed. It was not necessarily true that they went on me.

At least, if you are not as frank as Zhao Wujiang, you will definitely think and worry, while Zhao Wujiang is naked and straightforward and unshirkable.

There is something, there is nothing.

Liu Jicang felt the eyes of the disciples around him looking at Zhao Wujiang with more admiration and recognition. He felt a little resentful. How could anyone be so frank?

Chen Dong'er's eyes were faint, and she stood beside Yang Miaozhen. Sometimes frank and sincere were the most attractive. She really wanted to know more about Zhao Wujiang.

Yang Miaozhen's eyebrows were cold and she smiled a little, making her look bright and charming, making many male disciples unable to see them.

"The next level, force.

You Zhao Wujiang can choose any member of the sect and you can pass the level by defeating it, but this person’s cultivation must be above the fourth grade, or Taoist skills can compete with the fourth grade warrior.”

The elder coughed dryly, and after he read this level, he burst into laughter.

Is there still a junior in the Renzong Sect who can defeat Zhao Wujiang? There is no need to compare this level at all.

Zhao Wujiang nodded and glanced at the disciples of Renzong.

Wherever his eyes were, the disciples of the Human Sect hurriedly retreated, fearing that they would be selected.

Nonsense, Zhao Wujiang, who is a little inferior to the third elder, is not enough to fight when they go up.

Liu Jicang's originally cold eyes were slightly stunned, and immediately restrained, lowered his head slightly, and did not dare to look directly at Zhao Wujiang's gaze.
Chapter completed!