Fan Yi could clearly feel the painter's expression of gloating at this moment.
I think the next step is to go through a test before he can be recognized by the monster-catching painting.
Obtaining such a test opportunity seemed to depend on the Martial Immortal King whom he had never met before.
Fan Yi bowed to the painter three times again and said firmly:
"Senior, I'm ready."
Hearing this, the painter laughed a few times and said:
"You're a very smart kid. You know there's no such thing as a free bargain. If you want to control the monster-catching painting, you can only rely on the power of your own soul."
"I still want to remind you that once the test is started, it cannot be terminated unless the test is completed."
"Have you really thought it through?"
Fan Yi nodded.
When the painter saw that the boy had no intention of retreating, he stopped talking.
He raised his arm and gently pressed it down towards Fan Yi's position.
In an instant, Fan Yi felt a force field of ten thousand kilograms forming around his body, and his knees were bent and trembling under the pressure of the force field.
But further on, the young man always maintained a half-squatting position and forced himself to persevere. His forehead was already covered with sweat.
The pressure released by the painter showed no signs of fading, but it also did not increase in strength. It remained at a stalemate.
Fan Yi gritted his teeth and used the strength and physique of a martial arts master to barely resist.
A full half-stick of incense time has passed.
The expression on Fan Yi's face had become distorted and ferocious, his eyes were bloodshot, and veins popped out on both sides.
The painter nodded slightly before retracting his arm, and the pressure of the ten-thousand-pound force field disappeared.
The painter was very satisfied with the boy's performance and said leisurely:
"You have been able to resist for so long. In addition to your good health, you also have a tough mind. It seems that it is not unreasonable to be recognized by the Tianling Seal."
Fan Yi stood upright tremblingly, clasped his fists again and said:
"Senior, have I passed the test?"
Hear the words.
The painter asked in a strange tone:
"This is just a simple test I'm going to give you first. If you can't even hold on to my three-point pressure, then there's no need to accept the soul test."
Fan Yi also smiled self-deprecatingly. How could he not know that a more severe test was waiting for him? He said this just to relieve the tension in his heart.
The painter said:
"Okay, come with me."
As he spoke, the painter raised his arms at the same time. His figure was still blurry, but it was clear that he was forming a seal.
Sure enough, in just a moment, the black bone hands at the feet of the two people slowly clenched into fists.
Thunder and lightning are constantly lingering on the five bone fingers, as if the bone hand is accumulating strength, giving people a punch that can shatter mountains.
When the bone hand clenched into a fist, it calmed down again.
The painter grabbed the boy in front of him.
Fan Yi only felt that his body was being pulled hard. Before he could react, the painter had already pulled him onto the Tai Chi pattern.
The painter pointed lightly towards Fan Yi's eyebrows.
The young man felt his eyes go dark, and suddenly he felt like the world was spinning, and his body was falling towards the abyss.
boom!
The severe pain came from the back, which was caused by falling to the ground from a high altitude.
Fortunately, Fan Yi was physically strong, so although it hurt a lot, it didn't cause any serious harm.
Fan Yi was able to open his eyes as hard as he could, only to find that he was lying on a stone platform.
He sat up slowly and then stood up with difficulty. When he walked around the stone platform and observed it, he found that the stone platform seemed to be suspended in the dark night sky. There were only three braziers above his head, and the fire was dancing inside.
Fan Yi asked softly:
"What is this place?"
He had expected that no one answered his question.
Fan Yi subconsciously wanted to touch the Fang Cun Tiger Tag, but found that the Tiger Tag was also missing.
It seems that in this test, the painter left both the roulette mirror and the Tianling Seal outside, and now he can only rely on himself.
Fan Yi cheered up and shouted loudly:
"Senior, please start the test!"
After saying that, the young man sat cross-legged on the stone platform, just waiting for the test to begin.
However, I don’t know how long it took.
There was no thrilling test to come, nor was there any external force to attack his body and soul.
Except silence, silence!
Fan Yi was curious and thought that the painter had not heard him, so he shouted again:
"Senior, please start the test!"
After a long time, there was still no answer.
Fan Yi had to sit quietly and wait.
As time goes by.
Fan Yi counted the time in his mind. From the outside world, at least five hours had passed and nothing had happened.
Fan Yi felt a little embarrassed in his heart. He didn't want to wait aimlessly like this. After standing up, he walked to the edge of the stone platform again to check, and saw that the surroundings were still the same as before.
He took a step towards the edge of the stone platform, and stopped his right foot in the air outside the stone platform. When he fell gently, he found that it was exactly what he saw in his eyes, and it was not an illusion.
He had to take his right foot back to prevent him from missing the point.
Fan Yi went back to the center of the stone platform again. While kneeling on one knee, he touched the tabletop with his palm and found that the texture was exactly the same as the stone outside.
After a while, Fan Yi felt something in his heart and suddenly punched the stone platform.
There was only a loud "bang" sound, but the surface of the stone platform was still intact after that, not even a trace of the fist's intention was left.
Fan Yi was even more curious about the table under his feet.
What a hard stone it must be to be able to counteract his full blow.
A long time passed.
Fan Yi carefully studied all the places he could research, but still made no progress.
More than ten hours have passed since I was thinking about it. If I had another hour or two, I would have been trapped for a whole day.
Fan Yi's heart gradually became uneasy. He called people but got no answer, and beat the stone platform too hard.
Is it possible to leave the stone platform and let the body fall into the endless abyss?
Another hour passed.
When Fan Yi came to the edge of the stone platform, his heart jumped.
What he didn't expect was that shortly after his body fell, it hit the ground again.
And the ground turned out to be another stone platform exactly like the one before.
Fan Yi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and cursed:
"What the hell!"
"Senior! Do you always use me for entertainment? Just use it for any test. What do you mean by trapping me?"
Sure enough, there was still no response.
In this way, three days of worrying have passed.
In addition to not feeling hungry, Fan Yi felt uncomfortable everywhere in his body and mind.
Dead silence, boredom, loneliness!
A whole month passed like this.
In fact, Fan Yi has almost lost the concept of time.
The energy of the whole person is not as abundant as before, and even a little scattered.
Another three months have passed!
The young man sat in the center of the stone platform, his eyes closed, and there was still a trace of breath flowing.
