Lang Fei was not moving forward very long when he suddenly heard a strange sound behind him. When he turned around to look, he was too late. In a glance, he saw a gray shadow heading straight towards his shoulder. [ ]()
Sure enough! What the old man with the goatee did just now gave him a sense of danger. Now when he heard the strange noise behind him, there was no reason why he didn't understand.
Lang Fei snorted coldly, pointed his toes, and turned his body like a tilted top, allowing him to avoid the collision of the old man.
"Huh?" The old man with the goatee exclaimed. His body was already below Lang Fei. When he paused, the distance between the two was already half a foot away.
"Boy, you are lucky." He stared at Lang Fei coldly for a moment with a sullen face. The old man said a word, turned around, spread out his body, accelerated again, and rushed towards the jade steps.
Lang Fei stood there without speaking, only squinting at the back of the old man with the goatee, wondering what he was thinking in his heart.
The hanging steps are either wide or narrow. The distance of two feet is enough for more than a dozen people to walk side by side. The running speeds of the monks who jumped out first are not much different, and a bunch of people are crowded together in a long section.
Above the jade steps.
The old man with the goatee was running at an astonishing speed. After passing Lang Fei, he was already close to the casual cultivator running at the end in the blink of an eye. He did not see him retreating or turning, but he turned his shoulders and elbows and headed straight towards that place.
The casual cultivator ran away.
How can ordinary casual cultivators have the reaction speed of Lang Fei? Firstly, the attention is not behind him, and secondly, the old man with the goatee is a person in the refinement realm. In addition, he does it deliberately. When the casual cultivator hears the wind in his ears and wants to avoid it,
Already unable to make it, he was literally bumped by the shoulder by the old man with the goatee and flew out.
The jade steps were only two feet long, and the old man was very lucky. Although the casual cultivator was only knocked away by the force and did not suffer serious damage, he managed to escape from the range of the jade steps. Below is a bottomless abyss, in which
The clouds of thunder and lightning were so dense that if it fell like this, there would be no way to survive. The casual cultivator had no choice but to use his true energy to fly into the air.
In this way, the rules happened to be broken, and in the middle of the way, the member of the Thunder Emperor Mountain Gate who was on duty rushed over at the right time and drove him aside.[ ]
Lang Fei was quietly watching what was happening in front of him. He couldn't help but secretly curse the old man for his evil intentions. He relied on his refinement and cultivation, his hands were low, and he had some hard skills to come up with such an evil idea. He raised his head again,
Looking at the disciples of Ji Lei Shan who were stationed at a distance along the way, I couldn't help but curse in my heart, secretly blaming them for neglecting their duties. Not only did they allow the old man to cheat, but they actually watched from the sidelines with a smile on their faces.
At this time, after the old man knocked the casual cultivator away, he did not stop. He turned around and accelerated again, heading towards the crowded place to collide. After a while, several more casual cultivators were knocked out of the jade steps by him, and the old man was walking in front.
Everyone just woke up, and they were like ants on a hot pot.
There is a prison for the disciples of Lei Di Mountain above, and the old man with the goatee does not dare to go too far. Although he relies on his cultivation to make a fuss, there are many casual cultivators, so there will definitely be some leaks. Just like how he treated Lang Fei
Normally, the old man didn't care. If he escaped, he would just look at him coldly and turn around again.
Although the old man's move caused public outrage, except for the refinement cultivator at the front of the jade steps, the rest were only foundation-building cultivators, so how could he resist it?
Take refuge in a place you think is safe.
After a moment like this, the old man with the goatee bumped into countless casual cultivators along the way. By the time he slowed down his speed, the number of cultivators still on the jade steps was less than 400. Compared with the previous time, the old man's collision,
It actually interrupted the path of more than a hundred casual cultivators.
Regardless of whether they were the casual cultivators who were still on the Jade Steps or those who were persuaded to leave by the disciples on duty at Ji Lei Mountain, they all gritted their teeth and secretly hated the old man for his cruel behavior.
No matter what, the old man's cultivation is displayed there, in the realm of refining! Once he enters Jilei Mountain, he must be at the elder level. The disciples on duty above are only ordinary disciples of Jilei Mountain, so how can they offend the most likely person for a group of casual cultivators with an uncertain future?
The goatee of an ascended elder.
"Oh? Brother Wu Guang? You have been running all the way. You are really invincible, but I wonder if you will give me a push?"
At this time, the only person left in front of the old man with the goatee was the old man with purple beard who was also a refiner with him.[ ]
"Brother Zhu Zi, you are serious. How dare I try to do anything in front of you?" Goatee didn't care about the ridicule of the purple-bearded old man, and replied with a flattering word with a smile on his face.
"You smiling tiger!" The purple-bearded old man smiled lightly, glanced at the shocked cultivators, shook his head, sighed softly, turned his head again, and went up alone.
Looking at the purple-bearded old man's retreating back, Goatee's eyes flashed, and without saying a word, he glanced at the cultivators behind him hatefully, turned around, and followed the purple-bearded old man up the stairs.
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"Huh, Wu, you have the ability to bully us and other casual cultivators, but you have the guts to provoke that noble senior. You are just a villain who can act according to the prevailing circumstances! Bah!"
"..."
At this time, Lang Fei had already caught up from the rear. He could hear the low-pitched curses of many casual cultivators in front of him, and the boy's eyes looking at Goatee became a little more gloomy.
After that, many casual cultivators were too afraid to move forward. They waited until they were far away from the goatee before gathering their minds and walking up the mountain step by step.
"..."
Lang Fei mingled in the crowd and went with other casual cultivators. It took him two hours to reach the main gate of Ji Lei Mountain. The distance of ten thousand feet was not far at all, for ordinary foundation-building cultivators.
, but the time for tea is approaching, but for the suspended stairs made of jade, because of its steepness and impediment, when they arrived at the destination, more than half of the casual cultivators had not survived the fight.
Showing varying degrees of fatigue.
Lang Fei shook his head, suppressed his thoughts, looked up, and saw a majestic mountain gate. Looking from a distance, the vertical pillars and beams were all made of black gold, with cloud patterns painted on them, and patterns of birds, beasts, gods, and gods could be vaguely discerned. Follow the
The mountain gate looks upward, with a simple-looking red lacquer plaque made of unknown materials sandwiched between two beams. On it, three vigorous ancient characters are engraved in the middle of a purple thunderbolt that crosses in the shape of a Yao.
"Thunder Mountain".
Next to it is a perfect circular mountain field, which is paved with emerald jade. In front of it is another jade staircase, leading directly to the place where the distant mountains are filled with clouds. Facing the mountain gate, there are two jade platforms on each side, with shining lights on them.
The dazzling light, Lang Fei recognized, was four teleportation arrays.
"Everyone..."
At this time, a familiar voice came from behind the crowd. Everyone turned to look where they were. It was the young Taoist who had been receiving everyone at the foot of the mountain.
"Please come with me!" After saying that, the young Taoist passed through the crowd of cultivators, walked to a jade platform on the left, and designated: "This teleportation array leads to the Zhuling Courtyard, and there are elders waiting inside, please.
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When the cultivators heard this, there was another discussion. At this time, the old man with the purple beard took the lead and walked out of the teleportation array. The green light flashed and disappeared without a trace. The next time was the goatee, who glanced at the cultivators coldly.
Finally, just like the former, it also disappears with the blue light.
After the two refining masters left, the casual cultivators each found someone they knew, either together, or mixed together, in groups of three, or in groups of five, and left the mountain gate through the teleportation array one after another. Lang Fei still waited patiently until the end.
After one person left, he went up to the jade platform.
The young Taoist saw Lang Fei being so indifferent twice and couldn't help but asked in surprise. "This Taoist brother must be well versed in the art of nourishing Qi. He is so admired by me. May I ask what your name is?"
Lang Fei smiled calmly and said: "Mo Yunfang, dare I ask my brother?"
The young Taoist cupped his hands and responded with a smile. "Brother Mo! My little brother Xu Liang, hereby wish Brother Mo a smooth start."
Lang Fei was neither sad nor happy, he returned the salute, activated the formation, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"..."
Green light flashed out, and Lang Fei, dressed in white, appeared on the jade platform. He carefully looked around and saw that the open space in front of a courtyard was filled with a group of casual cultivators who had come earlier.
Further forward, there were several Taoists in purple robes, some old and some young. The oldest was over a hundred years old, and the youngest was probably around forty.
Lang Fei jumped off the jade platform, walked quickly among the monks, and carefully looked at the elders of Lei Di Mountain he had seen earlier, scanning them one by one from left to right. When he turned his eyes to the last one, his mind
I was suddenly startled, and couldn't help but smack my mouth, feeling a bit sad. It's like a leaf of duckweed returns to the sea, and we meet again everywhere in life.
But it turned out that the man was a familiar face. Half a year ago, when Master Xuan Yu refined the Foundation Establishment Pill and held a banquet to celebrate, Ji Lei Mountain also sent people to the scene. The man who claimed to be Wu Zhenzi was not the guy in front of him.
Thinking of the conversation at the banquet, it was like yesterday. Lang Fei couldn't help but smile. When he looked at Wu Zhenzi again, he felt that although the middle-aged man tried hard to put on a serious face, he felt a little nondescript. Recalling
Everything in the past is really ridiculous.
"Everyone..."
After waiting for a short while, seeing that the teleportation array on the jade platform no longer lit up, the eldest of the elders in front cleared his voice and shouted lowly.
At this moment, the ones standing in front of the casual cultivators are the elders of Ji Lei Mountain. If they can get in, they will worship under their sect at all costs. How can the casual cultivators dare to be so presumptuous, including the two refining cultivators at the front?
He kept silent and concentrated, looking intently at the speaker in front of him.
"Without further ado, you are all here to enter my Ji Lei Mountain gate wall. I believe that you all already know the rules for accepting disciples. Now I will explain the passing standards in detail."
Taking a deep breath, the old man continued: "One formation is set up, and the assessment question is to set up an intermediate or above magic array. One is to draw a talisman, and the assessment question is to draw a low-level talisman with a success rate of no less than 30%. One is to refine a weapon, and the assessment is
The topic is to refine a mortal magic weapon, which requires a certain amount of spirituality. As for alchemy, the assessment topic is to refine a mortal medicinal stone..."
As soon as the old man finished speaking, there was a burst of discussion among the crowd, and even the two people who were practicing martial arts frowned.
"It's unfair. The standards are unfair. Why do the talisman painters require low-level talismans, while the weapon refiners only require a mortal magic weapon?"
"That's right... that's right. Along with the formation, there is actually an intermediate magic circle. But the alchemist only needs to refine a kind of mortal medicine stone. There is clearly a discriminatory meaning in it."
"..." The monks didn't even bother to consider whether they would offend the elders. They expressed their opinions and made a lot of noise. For a time, the dissatisfaction of more than 300 people came and went, echoing throughout the entire courtyard.