Fortunately, Dongfang Zimo has reached the Great Consummation stage of Qi training at this moment, and his spiritual consciousness is far stronger than that of ordinary Qi training monks.
Even after his consciousness was suppressed to the point where he could only detect a distance of about ten feet, he still found a way out.
Coming to the base of the mountain, looking at the steep mountain that was thousands of feet high, Dongfang Zimo had only hope and no fear in his eyes.
Although this mountain peak is frighteningly straight, in Dongfang Zimo's eyes, climbing up it was as easy as walking on flat ground.
Climbing halfway up the mountain, I suddenly saw buildings in front of me.
Dongfang Zimo jumped easily and landed smoothly on the ground.
"It's really a fairyland!" Dongfang Zimo's eyes flashed, looking at the house with white walls and black tiles in front of him, as well as the steps made of jade. There were cranes crowing all around, and the clouds and mist were shrouded, like fireworks from another world.
place.
Just as Dongfang Zimo was fascinated by the scene, a gust of breeze suddenly blew behind him.
Dongfang Zimo was startled, and when he looked back, he saw a young man in brown robes flying over him with a sword.
The young man was tall, with good features, not angry and intimidating, and looked deserted.
The young man in brown robe just glanced at Dongfang Zimo below, and then left as if nothing happened.
"Wait a minute, brother, can you come down and talk for a while?" Dongfang Zimo asked loudly when he saw that the man was about to leave.
"There is still one month left before the sect recruits disciples." The young man in brown robe seemed to know the purpose of Dongfang Zimo's coming here. After saying it indifferently, he ignored him and flew directly into the building in front.
"There's still one month left... Then am I here too early?" Dongfang Zimo murmured to himself after hearing this.
After wandering around for nearly a cup of tea, Dongfang Zimo had no choice but to return angrily after he was convinced that the man just now was not lying.
After going down the mountain and leaving the foggy realm, Dongfang Zimo was thinking about his next plan while walking on the road.
While he was walking absentmindedly, an old man's voice suddenly sounded from all directions.
"Hiss! It's strange that this person is just a qi-training monk and yet he is haunted by so many evil spirits."
Dongfang Zimo immediately became vigilant upon hearing this, and the sword on his waist was unsheathed with a clang.
"Who is sneaking around here!" Dongfang Zimo said in a serious tone. However, he could not detect the owner of the voice.
At this time, an old man in white robe appeared out of nowhere and snatched the sword from Dongfang Zimo's hand.
"This sword has such a strong evil aura, no wonder I can make you miss it." The old man in white robes was dressed in an immortal style. There was a golden mark between his eyebrows. At this moment, he was looking at the sword in his hand with a solemn expression.
"My sword! Senior, why is this happening?" Dongfang Zimo was angry when he saw the sword was taken away, but he immediately calmed down after seeing the old man's unfathomable power, and asked in awe.
"Where did you come from and how long have you carried this sword with you? Although you can temporarily suppress the evil spirit of this sword, if it breaks out out of control, it may harm others and yourself." The old man in white robe ignored Dongfang Zimo, and even
She didn't even look at him, just looking at the pitch-black sword in her hand.
"This sword has always been with me. Although I don't know its origin, it is extremely important to this junior. I ask you, senior, to return it to this junior." Dongfang Zimo said with an ugly expression.
"You can't suppress this sword yet, so please give it to me to keep for you for the time being. When you have the ability to control this sword in the future, I will return it to you." The old man in white robe had a flash of inspiration in his hand and the sword disappeared.
, after taking a look at Dongfang Zimo, the old man turned into a ray of light and flew away from here.
"Hiss! This person can fly up to the sky without using a weapon. Could it be that he is a golden elixir monk!" Dongfang Zimo's face was pale, and there was a lot of cold sweat on his forehead.
However, after he calmed down, Dongfang Zimo showed a hint of anger.
That sword is very important to Dongfang Zimo, and it even has clues about his life experience.
Now that the sword was snatched away inexplicably, how could he not be filled with grief and anger?
But the other party's cultivation level was obviously higher than that of Dongfang Zimo, so what could be done? Dongfang Zimo would not be stupid enough to offend a person with a golden elixir cultivation level.
After being lonely for a long time, Dongfang Zimo had no choice but to find an inn nearby to stay.
After all, there is still a month left before the Yang family in Hechuan recruits disciples.
Fortunately, the old man in white robe also said that when he has the strength to suppress the sword, the sword will be sent back.
Dongfang Zimo didn't know what level the old man in white robe was talking about in order to be considered powerful.
It was just a verbal statement, so Dongfang Zimo naturally did not believe what the old man in white robe said.
But he also knew that when he had that strength, even if Baipao refused to send the sword back, he would come looking for him.
In the next month, Dongfang Zimo sometimes meditated and practiced Qi in his room, and sometimes walked outside.
The time soon came for the Hechuan Yang Sect to recruit disciples.
Of course, there are almost hundreds of people from large sects like this, most of whom have Qi training or above, and not a single mortal is among them.
Some of these people come in pairs of four or five, some come with friends, and some go alone.
Dongfang Zimo went there alone.
However, when passers-by saw Dongfang Zimo's great Qi practice, they couldn't help but marvel.
Some who are timid and fearful simply stay away.
Some passers-by who wanted to make friends came over to chat and invite them, but they were all rejected by Dongfang Zimo.
After being rejected, those people not only did not get angry but respectfully left. After all, Dongfang Zimo was a master of Qi training, and no one dared to offend him.
After passing through the mist and climbing halfway up the mountain, these people who wanted to join the Yang clan finally reached their destination.
However, there were some people who arrived earlier than them. After all, not everyone was as incompetent as Dongfang Zimo in flying weapons.
Some wealthy people or monks who had learned how to fly with weapons took out various magic weapons and shuttled them back and forth among the mountains.
Soon the place was filled with hundreds of people.
Bustling and noisy.
After a few hours.
Three monks suddenly flew out of the building ahead.
Among the three, the leader is a middle-aged man with a beard, who has the cultivation level of the early stage of foundation building.
"Welcome fellow Taoists to join our Hechuan Yang Sect. I am Yang Zhi, the person in charge of this recruitment conference. The recruitment conditions are still the same as before. All disciples who have reached the fifth level of Qi training can join this sect.
Door, if you are below the fifth floor, please go back voluntarily. But if anyone dares to cause trouble, don't blame us for being ruthless!" The middle-aged man named Yang Zhi announced loudly. However, at the last sentence, his tone became cold.
Everyone present became extremely quiet because of the appearance of these three people.
However, as soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, he heard someone sighing.
"Hey, I thought the conditions would be changed to the fourth floor this time..."
"let's go……"
A large number of people walked down the mountain dejectedly.
Those who left were all those who did not meet the conditions.
Dongfang Zimo looked at the backs of those people and could only smile helplessly and remain silent.
If these people were in a sect like the Qingshan Yun Sect, they would definitely be regarded as guest elders.
After all, except for the elders of these small clans who have Qi training skills, the other disciples are all mortals.