When I walked out of the gate, there was a green mountain and green water behind me. I looked back and saw that there was no gate, but just a forest.

"Su-Su-Su-Su-Su-Su-Su-Su-Su-Su-Su-Su-Su-Su-Su-Su-Su-Su-Su-Su-Su-Su-Su-Su-Su-Su-Su-Su-Su-Su-Su-Su-Su-Su-Su-Su-Su-Su-Su-Su-Su-Su-

After walking for a while, a burst of yellow sand hits my face, and the old man next to me has long disappeared.

Yingmeng looks around, adds formations to the illusion, and it’s a big deal!

"Sharp-Sharp-Sharp-"

Hearing the slight sound from the yellow sand, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Hiss—hiss—"

A red, black three-headed snake emerged from the yellow sand, followed by the second and third...

Five three-headed snakes surrounded Shadow Dream in the middle, and each eye was shining with a hunger light.

Formation, illusion, monsters. Yingmeng touched her chin and looked at the three-headed snake and thought. This welcome gift is really rich. I really look forward to what will happen next.

Five three-headed snakes suddenly attacked her.

Yingmeng dodged the fangs that were close at hand, and was trying to force her to use her cultivation. Unfortunately, she was the king in the formation.

Ying Meng waved her hands, and the silver light on the ground was shaped like a huge ray of light.

Everything where silver light passes is turned into ashes, as if it has been through thousands of years, corroded by time - the prototype of the way of time.

At this time, in the main hall, a group of elders surrounded a huge crystal ball, watching Yingmeng's situation.

"When did he change the formation?!" A charming woman in a red tights stared at the crystal ball and her eyes widened in shock when she saw the situation of the crystal ball.

"He is a formation master, and his formation skills should be of good low." The sect leader sighed. "How can such a person be in the court!"

"He is really a minor?" In this era when everyone can practice, the extension of the average life expectancy has led to the human world being a hundred years old.

"He should be only in his twenties." The sect leader shook his head. "If he were in the era of gods and demons, he would definitely be a genius. Unfortunately, he did not have spiritual energy on his body, in this era..."

"It's so talented to have such a high formation attainment in his twenties! It's a pity that he was born in the wrong era." The other elders came to their senses and looked at Ying Meng with regret.

At this time, Yingmeng suddenly said to the air: "I accept this illusion with a smile. You can use any skills you have. You won't return the things that come to me. I believe that the sect is so generous and careless about the details of the world, and will definitely not pursue it, right?"

"He actually noticed us." The sect leader was not angry, but nodded with satisfaction.

"His strength is worthy of our respect, there is no need to make things difficult for him because of his identity. Let him come over." Someone said.

Everyone nodded.

This son has no spiritual energy. He should not be able to practice. In this era, a person who cannot practice not only did not give up on himself, but also became young and young. Those who have lived for hundreds of years naturally know the difficulty, and just because of this son, he deserves their respect.

The sect leader's eyes flashed, he nodded, touched his long beard, and said, "You don't want to see how many books he has."

What's the matter? What about the people sent by the court? Send a few inner disciples to play with that little guy."

Hearing the words of the sect leader, the elders were silent for Wuming, which was the sight of the sect leader. In previous years, people like this often lived a miserable life because the sect leader liked to play. Although his strength could also improve by leaps and bounds while playing, this process...

"Don't forget that he is not a member of the sect." The old man said before.

"I won't return the things I have in my hands to you. Didn't this what he said?" said the sect leader with a smile. "The court sent him here. We will naturally not let go of such a good seedling. I believe that the court with kind hearts will naturally not care."

Yingmeng broke the formation and closed the illusion, and was in a good mood. She waved her hand and the scenes around her changed, and she returned to the beautiful manor with beautiful mountains and rivers.

According to the style of human world architectural design, Yingmeng speculated that the main hall was not far away. At this time, she could only walk around. After all, the old man who led the way disappeared.

This Yuntian Sect’s hospitality method really made her admire.

Yingmeng was stopped as soon as she passed by the lotus pond. A young man carrying a long sword blocked her way. Judging from the man's dress, he should be the first son of the senior executive of Yuntian Sect.

So in order not to snatch things, I sent someone to come.

"I don't know if you are..."

"In the next seven points, please give me advice!"

Perhaps seeing Wuming has no cultivation, Qifen said slowly, "It seems that you have no cultivation, and I don't need cultivation. We only compare to the sword. If you take a hundred moves in my hand, you can go over."

As he said that, he handed Ying Meng a sword.

Yingmeng glanced at him. The cultivation of Jindan was already pretty good at this age. Unfortunately, she could crush her to death with just one finger. Compared to Jiandao? She was the first to win the imperial examination in the fairy world with a gentleman sword, but now someone wants to challenge him in Jiandao?

Yingmeng took it, the seven-point right-hand long sword was directly unsheathed, and the sword intent swept over. Before the sword move was released, the sword intent arrived first. Not bad, but it was still too far apart for Yingmeng.

Yingmeng threw away the sword, shook her sleeves, raised her right hand flat, and used her palm as the sword, and a sword shadow flashed across her fingertips.

The sword shadow faced the real sword, and the sword intent suddenly exploded, and the invisible wave of air immediately swept out, separating the two figures.

After a crisp sound of the tingling ground, he raised his palms in a daze and watched the blood slithering.

"Cei Rang." Ying Meng was holding his sword.

"I am not as skilled as others. Mr. Xie Wuming has not cut off my sword. Mr. Wuming please." As he said that, he made way for Yingmeng.

Yingmeng looked at him with appreciation, but she was a sword scammer. She did not break his sword, because for Jianmeng, if the sword scammer breaks the sword, she was not interested in destroying a genius. On the contrary, she was very much looking forward to one day being able to fight with him after enlightenment.

Yingmeng returned the sword to seven points and casually put a set of sword techniques on the ground. "The gentleman's sword technique is very suitable for you. Treat it well."

Seven minutes could not come back to his senses for a long time, with a strong look of shock in his eyes. He flipped over the sword technique with an obsession and exclaimed frequently: "It's a miracle!"

As soon as Yingmeng stepped across the stone bridge, she discovered the design of the Jianghu houses

The music seemed to be different from the house design of the high-ranking officials in the court, and she seemed to be lost. Well, there was a world of difference, she was lost.

It’s ridiculous that the eight major killing formations were not left behind, but now she is stumped by this mere corridor, so should she go to the left or to the right?

Maybe it was because Kan Yingmeng had been in place for too long, and she looked calm, as if she had seen through something. Seeing that she was not here for a long time, the next level had to come.

At this time, Kanying Meng was standing outside, looking at the end of the corridor on the other side, where a flower stood alone, and in a world full of stone walls, flowers that should not exist.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the shadow dreams look in the sound.

"I don't know if you are..."

"Jiusheng has met the nameless young master."

“Speak your request.”

"Nine Sheng has always loved poetry, calligraphy and painting. The nameless young master came from a scholarly family and was above the temple. He must be proficient in calligraphy and painting. As long as the nameless young master wrote a poem or painted a painting, it would be fine."

Of course, Yingmeng chose paintings. Just kidding, what she hated the most in the fairy world was poetry. Because her writing style was too bad, she was often cooked by Xianqing Xianjun. Since she was recognized by Wang Huansheng in Meixianglou, she also hated singing and lyrics.

Yingmeng picked up the pen and carved it. After half a cup of tea, a plum blossom appeared on the paper. The arrangement of this plum blossom was adjusted according to the main structure of the Holy Ming array. If ordinary people look at it, it is just an ordinary plum blossom, and the spiritual practitioner can see that the hidden avenue is hidden here.

"Sir, I wonder if I can pass the test?" Ying Meng had no expression on her face, she was indifferent and calm.

"nature."

After Yingmeng left, Jiusheng picked up the painting and was about to run away. Unexpectedly, Yingmeng walked back.

Jiusheng was stunned and stopped pretending to be elegant, "I tell you, this painting cannot be returned to you. If you really want it, I can pay you ten paintings, but I will keep this one!"

Before Yingmeng could speak, Jiusheng kept talking a lot. After he finally stopped, Yingmeng said calmly: "I just want to ask how to get to the main hall."

Under the leadership of a cheap tour guide who exchanged for a painting, Yingmeng passed five levels and defeated six generals. After many tests, she finally walked to the main hall.

Yingmeng is now seriously suspicious that this is not making things difficult for her, but playing with her. Have you ever seen people making things difficult for someone to play with stone scissors and cloth with a five or six-year-old child?

Well, actually, the reason Ying Meng was really angry was because she lost. She actually lost, losing to a five or six-year-old child. This made her meet people in the future. No, this has never happened. It has never happened!

I thought it was finally over, but an old man appeared to compete with her to sing!

Yingmeng's face suddenly turned gloomy. Since they didn't want ears, what did she care about?

She spoke without hesitation and sang Kunlun songs. She was already incomplete in tone, and coupled with this extremely difficult song, she felt like a soul singer.

To describe it in one sentence, it means that others need money to sing, but she needs to sing.

"Oh my God, I said Yang An, are your family slaughtering pigs today?"
Chapter completed!