An old man wearing a black military robe looked at Fan Yi and the others and said:
"You three are also here to ring the bell, so come forward."
The old man just finished speaking.
Bai Yanfeng was eager to give it a try and walked out first.
Fan Yi and Jiang Jixue followed closely behind.
The old boatman glanced at the old man in black military robe, and he wanted to stay to see the result.
The old man in black martial robe looked Bai Yanfeng up and down and said:
"Just hit the knocking bell with your fists before and after. Remember, this bell is ineffective against spiritual power, and is ineffective against the martial arts field. It only relies on the power of the physical body and blood."
When hearing this, all three of them had expressions of astonishment on their faces.
I never thought there was such a rule.
If you don't punch with spiritual power, what kind of monk would you choose?
Seeing that there were still many men and women who were puzzled, the old man in black martial robes said patiently:
"A cultivator first cultivates his body, so he has the body tempering state, and then he senses the spiritual energy, which is called the spiritual state."
"How much spiritual energy can be carried depends entirely on the physical body and blood, so knocking on the mountain bell is the most basic test. You don't have to have any doubts."
"Okay, it's time for you to punch."
When Bai Yanfeng heard this, he approached the bronze bell, stood still for a moment, adjusted his body, and then punched the bronze bell.
"Boom!"
Another punch.
"Boom!"
After five punches, the bell failed to ring again.
The old man in black martial robe nodded and said:
"Yes, five rings. Just stand over there. I will take you to climb the mountain together later."
Bai Yanfeng shook his head helplessly and had no choice but to stand with the person who rang the bell earlier.
Jiang Jixue glanced at Fan Yi and whispered:
"Let me try it first."
Fan Yi nodded.
Jiang Jixue also approached the bronze bell, but it took longer than Bai Yanfeng to adjust her inner breath before punching.
Then the woman punched out.
"Boom!"
Another punch.
"Boom!"
After seven rings, no matter how much she punched, the bell remained silent.
The old man in black martial robe smiled and said:
"Not bad, not bad, not bad. Girl, please wait over there."
Jiang Jixue did not look at the old man in black martial robes, but looked at Fan Yi with a proud smile.
Fan Yi frowned and approached the bronze bell.
He reached out and touched the bronze bell, only to feel that the whole body of the big bell was hot, as if it was being burned by flames, but the color remained the same.
The old man in black martial robe urged:
"Ring the knocking bell should not waste everyone's time."
When everyone heard this, they also laughed.
"I asked him to hit the bell, but then he touched it here and there. Could it be that just by touching it, he could communicate with the bell, how many times did it ring?"
"Haha, it seems this kid is confused because it's the first time he's heard of the Knocking Mountain Bell!"
"Fight, what are you waiting for! We are still queuing up!"
Fan Yi ignored those people's words, then stepped back slightly and began to establish his fist posture.
Thought:
"You can't use spiritual power, nor can you use the fist field, so let me try to see how this body is!"
He punched the bell.
"Boom!" The voice was clear and distant.
Another punch!
"Boom!" On the contrary, it became more crisp.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The seventh punch, the bell rings seven times!
The young man punching at the side still looked normal.
The old man in black martial robes fixed his gaze closely on Fan Yi, his face full of expectation.
"Boom! Boom!"
Nine rings! Another nine rings!
The old man in black martial robe was extremely excited. He just wanted to look up to the sky and roar, and wanted to shout: Wu Zong lives forever!
The old man in black martial robe was never an ordinary person, so he still endured it.
The faces of the people watching all had expressions of envy.
It seems that another elder will come to fetch people soon.
at this time.
"Boom!"
The bell rang again.
Fan Yi's fist was seen landing firmly on the bell.
Ten rings! The knocking bell rang ten times!
The old man in black martial robe was stunned into silence.
He shook his head violently, trying to stay calm, hoping it wasn't an auditory hallucination.
The old man in black martial robe walked up to Fan Yi and asked hurriedly:
"Ten rings?"
Fan Yi nodded.
The old man in black martial robes instantly stretched out his hands to hug Fan Yi's shoulders, as if he had won a treasure and refused to let go.
He asked excitedly:
"Which city are you coming from? Tianlong City or Huben City?"
Fan Yi shook his head again and replied:
"Rongcheng."
The old man in military robe repeated:
"Rongcheng! It turns out to be Rongcheng!"
"…!"
"Where is Rongcheng? Why don't I remember it at all? Damn it!"
Fan Yi felt speechless for the old man in black martial robes in front of him.
Sure enough, at this moment, someone raised his head and shouted:
"Wuzong! Someone is here again!"
brush! Everyone looked towards the top of the mountain.
"Not just one elder, but three!"
There are indeed three people wearing purple military robes, riding down the wind.
You must know that in Wuzong, those who can wear purple robes also represent the ranking of Wuzong's combat power, which is the second echelon of strength.
Next is the black military robe, which is the third echelon.
Once again wearing a red martial robe, he is actually a core disciple of the inner sect, the fourth echelon.
As for the first echelon, there is only one person in white martial robe, who is the current headmaster of Wuzong.
Such a figure rarely appears in the sect, so it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a giant in the Netherworld.
While talking, these three people had already arrived in front of the bronze bell.
The old man in black martial robes who presided over the test did not show any shock on his face when he saw the three people arriving.
In his opinion.
If someone who can ring the bronze bell ten times appears, even if the headmaster comes in person, he will not be surprised.
The old man in black military robe cupped his fists in salute to the visitor and said:
"Elder Qi, Elder Hong, Elder Ye, why are you three all coming down the mountain?"
The purple martial robe is the elder of the Wuzong, and all matters of the sect are discussed and decided by four people.
Only when the sect is in danger, it is necessary to notify the headmaster to deal with it.
Elder Qi's full name is Qilunming, the head of the four elders.
The other three elders are Hong Gong, Ye Yuyi and Zhou Tong.
It's just that Elder Zhou Tong is not in the sect today, so he didn't come.
Speaking of Zhenren Zhou Tong, he was the person to whom the elder had to hand in a letter to Fan Yi.
Qilunming said with a smile:
"Isn't Deacon Cai asking questions knowingly? The sect has a chosen one. If we don't come faster, if another sect takes him away, we will be in big trouble."
Deacon Cai You made a solemn look and said:
"Elder Qi is too worried. Who has the courage to come to my Wuzong's territory to rob people?"
"Isn't that going to the toilet with a lantern and seeking death?"
Qilunming waved his hand and said:
"It's always right to be cautious. Not to mention these things, which one rang the bell just ten times?"
Cai You hurriedly approached Fan Yi, grabbed the young man's arm, pulled him over and said:
"Elder Xunqi, it's him who came from Rongcheng."
Cai You didn't have time to ask Fan Yi's name.
Qilunming looked Fan Yi up and down for a moment, then took a deep breath and asked:
"Are you Fan Yi?"
Fan Yi was a little stunned when he heard this, and thought to himself: "How come this elder still knows about me?"
He hurriedly raised his fists and saluted Qilunming, and replied:
"Rongcheng Fan Yi has met Elder Qi!"
Qilunming nodded.
