The young monk showed no mercy and spoke to Yang Bufan.
"well"!
Yang Bufan shook his head and stopped talking. He was hurt by the little monk's words. He also understood that his current skills could not change anything at all, but he still couldn't let go. He always felt that everything happened because of him alone.
"You don't have a crush on me, do you? You really want to be the son-in-law of the Lingxu Sect?" The young monk stretched his head and said to Yang Bufan with a wicked smile on his face.
"Be who you are".
Yang Bufan didn't tolerate him, so he hit him with a big chestnut, causing the little monk to cry out in pain.
Girl Qiao was very happy beside her. She smiled at the young monk and said, "You are talking nonsense."
The young monk glared at Lady Qiao, shrunk his neck, did not dare to say anything more, and then continued to eat his big meat.
At this time, a little beggar ran to Yang Bufan and said to him: "Brother, please give me something to eat!"
Yang Bufan didn't care and gave him a few big pieces of meat. Seeing the little beggar's appearance, Qiao Nu couldn't help but think of her old self. Then she stuffed some food into the little beggar's arms. The little beggar thanked him repeatedly.
As he was walking, he touched Yang Bufan, and then something like a handkerchief floated down.
Yang Bufan wanted to call the little beggar to stop, but he didn't expect him to run away in the blink of an eye.
Yang Bufan had no choice but to pick it up and let him loosen it. After he picked it up, he saw a few words on it.
"I'm fine - Qingyin"!
The handkerchief had a faint fragrance, and Yang Bufan could feel the scent of Qingyin.
A few simple words made Yang Bufan feel relieved. He understood that it turned out that the little beggar had sent him a message. Qingyin must have asked them to send the message here on purpose.
Yang Bufan put down what was on his mind and suddenly felt relaxed. When he recovered, he saw that the little monk had almost finished eating the meat, and he quickly reached for the food on the table and started eating.
"belch"!
After a long time, they all burped and patted their bellies, looking very satisfied.
People at other tables were really shocked when they saw how much they ate.
After running around for days, they felt a little tired after eating and drinking. They asked for a few rooms and settled in.
After putting on clean clothes and washing off the dirt on my body, I no longer look like I just climbed out of the mountains.
They stayed here for several days in a row, hanging out when they were bored. On the other hand, they were inquiring about people who wanted to hunt down the demon body. They wanted to wait until the news about the demon body was almost forgotten before leaving.
Sure enough, half a month later, a piece of news came out that diluted people's desire to hunt down the demonic body.
"The God King Trial Field is open..."!
As soon as this news came out, all the monks went crazy. They all rushed over there at once, and they couldn't care about anything about the demon body.
Yang Bufan and the others knew that the time had come and they could leave.
They found a person and asked about what the "God King Trial Field" was!
The man looked at Yang Bufan and the others as if they were country bumpkins, with a contemptuous expression on his face, and said: "Tsk, I don't even know about the God King's Trial Ground in Tianchi Holy Land. Let me tell you, the God King's Trial Ground is
Tianchi Holy Land has developed a training ground for recruiting disciples. As long as you can pass it, you can become a disciple of Tianchi Holy Land!"
After saying that, the man hurried on his way, his face full of excitement and expectation.
"Tianchi Holy Land"!
Yang Bufan thought of Dong Jiuzhou who was fighting the three-headed stone man alone in the wilderness. At that time, he seemed to hear someone exclaiming that Dong Jiuzhou was the great god king of Tianchi Holy Land.
Thinking of this, Yang Bufan decided to take a trip and visit the God King Trial Ground.
He desperately needs shelter now. It's not that he's a coward, but he needs a stable environment where he can practice with peace of mind.
"You don't want to go to the Yang clan yet?" the young monk asked.
Yang Bufan pondered for a moment and said: "I don't think it's the right time now. It's been so many years and I'm not in a hurry. I expect there will be no problem with my sister being there. It won't be too late to go there when I have a small amount of cultivation."
Both the little monk and the big yellow dog nodded, agreeing with what he said.
If there hadn't been a problem within the family, he wouldn't have been sent outside to grow up. If he passed away now, the fate of it would still be unknown.
Yang Bufan naturally thought of this after such a long time, so he decided to improve his own strength as his primary goal.
They started on the road and headed towards Tianchi Holy Land.
They were very fast now. Although they started late, they quickly left everyone behind.
Tianchi Holy Land is said to be in the same Dongzhou, but the size of Dongzhou and the vastness of its territory are hard to imagine. Yang Bufan was amazed at the scene after driving for several days.
Now Yang Bufan and the others seem to be able to see where the Tianchi Holy Land is. The fairy mist there is filled with spiritual energy, and the powerful breath bursts out from there, making people's hearts tremble.
Yang Bufan once again marveled, it was worthy of being a holy place. Looking from a distance, he felt that its strength and heritage were so terrifying that it was unimaginable.
Even though they were traveling at their speed, when they got there, they still felt like they were late.
Looking from a distance, the huge crowds of people can't be described as a huge crowd. They all squeezed their heads to get in.
However, most of the cultivation bases are not very high, because Tianchi Holy Land has regulations that only accept those with a level below true blood, and all those who come here are not too high.
Yang Bufan followed everyone and started to move towards the Holy Land. They disguised themselves a little. Although no one here had seen him, the name of the demon body was already out there. If someone recognized him, they would be in big trouble.
The closer he got to the Holy Land, the more Yang Bufan marveled at the power of the Holy Land.
When I arrived here, not only was my spiritual energy more abundant, but I also felt like I was closer to Dao Dao. Every time I breathed, my pores opened and my whole body felt comfortable.
There were already people at Tianchi Holy Land to greet the commander. Rows of people stood there with smiles on their faces, feeling friendly and confident.
There are people both young and old, and they all have an indescribable and otherworldly feeling, and their aura is so powerful that people can't help but feel the power of the Holy Land, which makes people yearn for it.
"Look, Holy Maiden of Tianchi"!
"Wow, I can see the Holy Maiden of Tianchi with my own eyes. I will die without any regrets."
"Fairy, fairy"!
People began to go crazy, with unspeakable mania on their faces, and they were all satisfied to see the Holy Maiden of Tianchi.
Yang Bufan looked around and saw a woman standing on a high platform. She was like a fairy above the nine heavens. Her hair was like a waterfall, peerless and independent. She had a veil on her face and could not see her face clearly, but her eyes were so clear.
Like the calm ocean, it is easy for people to sink into it and it is amazing.
There were many young and beautiful female monks in the crowd, but at this moment they were eclipsed like the stars surrounding the sun, unable to shine, which made all the female monks jealous.
Yang Bufan glanced at it and thought to himself, "How beautiful! No wonder you are so crazy about people!"
"snort"!
Qiao Nu snorted coldly and rolled her eyes at Yang Bufan.
Yang Bufan couldn't help scratching his head when he saw Nv Qiao's appearance, and laughed awkwardly.
"Hey, are you fascinated by the saint?" The young monk said with a wicked smile to Yang Bufan.
Yang Bufan glared at him and said: "You are still not a monk despite all the things you have in your head."
"Ah, what a great Buddha. Monks don't lie. Everyone has emotions and desires, but I advise you, little benefactor, to be kind to the people around you." The little monk raised his eyebrows, looked at Nv Qiao and then at Yang Bufan.
.
"roll"!
Yang Bufan gave him a big kick.
Qiao Nu's face turned red when he saw him, and she also cursed: "You unruly little monk deserves to be kicked!"
"Why is it always me who gets hurt every time?" The little monk was indignant.
"Who told you to talk nonsense every day? I'll smash your head next time"!
The little monk touched his bald head, curled his lips, then turned his head and continued to follow the crowd.
Soon they all walked to a square. The square was so big that it could accommodate so many people.
Someone stood on the high platform, cleared his throat, and looked at the people below.
The crowd stopped being commotion. Knowing that the person wanted to speak, they calmed down and waited for the person to speak.
The man looked to be about thirty or forty years old, and he had a stern temperament that was intimidating.
The man glanced at the people in the audience, and after seeing their silence, a trace of satisfaction appeared on his face.
Then he cleared his throat and said: "Today is the day when my Tianchi Holy Land accepts disciples again after thirty years. My name is Mo Qing. I will guide you through the following entrance trials. Those who complete them can become
Disciples of the Holy Land, we are only recruiting 30 people this time, please use your skills to your heart’s content later!”
"Wow"
The crowd was in commotion again, and their expressions felt unnatural and uneasy.
"We only accept thirty people, do we still have a chance?"
"Yes, the conditions are too harsh"!
"It's good to receive thirty people. This is the Holy Land of Tianchi. It's hard to reach the sky even thinking about it. Anyway, I will try my best. Even if I lose, I will have no regrets."
Some people began to mutter, while others were full of fighting spirit and wanted to prove themselves.
When Yang Bufan heard Mo Qing's words, he immediately understood. No wonder there were so many people. It turned out that he only accepted disciples once every thirty years, and only thirty of them.
"It's hard to enter the Holy Land!" Yang Bufan felt this in his heart and spoke out from his thoughts.
"Um"!
The big yellow dog and the little monk nodded, this was the same idea in their hearts.
"Quiet, I will arrange a team for you next!" Mo Qing's voice was full of authority, causing the commotion to become quiet.
The teams were separated, and Tianchi Holy Land arranged for many people to manage one team each.
They are said to be teams, but there are many people in each team. After all, there are too many people.
Qiao Nu followed Yang Bufan, holding Yang Bufan's hand tightly, as if she was a little nervous when meeting so many people for the first time.
"Don't be afraid, Miss Qiao, my little brother is here!" Yang Bufan felt the strangeness of Miss Qiao and said to her with a smile.
Qiao Nu responded with a smile, looking very happy.