"Why do I need to show my face with my skin? Just the disgusting love letters sent by Taoist friends can be connected from the Xuntian Prison to the Jiuyi Sect. If I want to choose a pair of Taoists, I must be the kind that is unparalleled in the world. Unparalleled heroes, these people obviously do not meet my aesthetic taste."
Zhu Zi's words made Mu Nan feel a little disdainful. He mocked: "You talk as if you are Xie Huaiwei."
"Hmph! I have everything that Senior Sister Xie has!" Zhu Zi immediately retorted, raising her head with an arrogant look on her face: "I also have what Senior Sister Xie doesn't have!"
However, Mu Nan looked at her blind confidence, moved his eyes downward from Zhu Zi's face, then shook his head and said, "Tsk, tsk, you didn't."
"What's wrong?" Zhu Zi was simple-minded and didn't notice Mu Nan's eyes, so she asked.
There was a trace of pride in Mu Nan's heart. Seeing Zhu Zi's angry questioning, as if he was seeking revenge for extorting spiritual stones, he said lightly: "I won't tell you!"
"Huh, stingy!" Zhu Zi stomped her feet and sulked.
At this time, Zhong Ting's voice came from the stage: "Now, we invite tonight's female champion, Xie Huaiwei from the beautiful peak of Jiuyimen! She is really both talented and beautiful, and a woman is not inferior to her husband..." As Zhong Ting said After the words fell, cheers came one after another from the audience.
"Thank you Huaiwei!"
"Thank you Huaiwei!"
"There's an inside story!" Mu Nan was not among the cheering male cultivators. Although Xie Huaiwei was indeed good-looking in his eyes, he still felt that it was a bit of a joke: "If Li Shangyin, the soul of poetry, knew that his poem did not win the first prize, I wonder if he would be angry. Jump up!"
In Mu Nan's prediction, Xie Huaiwei will definitely be in the top three.
There were only ten judges, and only one, Zhong Ting, was a female cultivator. If she didn't get in, she should have suspected something was going on in the Sky Patrol Prison.
But the top pick was not Xie Xuan, which made him feel unhappy for a while.
Coupled with the fact that he had lost seventeen spirit stones in a daze, he left the poetry gathering with a depressed face and a gloomy look.
Zhu Zi looked at Mu Nan's leaving back, stamped her feet and shouted anxiously: "Stop! I haven't finished talking yet! Where are you going?"
"Go to the coffin board that holds Shihun down!"
…
Duanxiu Pavilion, practice room.
Each banner of Xuntianjian has several practice rooms. These rooms are not only spacious and magnificent, but also filled with abundant spiritual energy.
The most important thing is that the restrictions are perfect, and cultivators below the Nascent Soul stage can cast spells here at will without causing any damage to the Tianxianjian facilities.
In the next two days, Mu Nan has been practicing hard behind closed doors. In addition to meditating on the jade futon, he also continues to practice various spells, such as Canghuo Pendant, Double Lotus Canghuo, Earth Escape, etc., working hard to master the so-called The strategy is imprinted in my mind.
Until Fairy Shuyun forcibly opened the door to the practice room.
"The trial in the secret realm is about to begin. My good disciple, please pack up and get ready to leave!"
"Master, did you take the wrong medicine?" Regarding the master's sudden politeness, Mu Nan always felt that the weasel's New Year greetings to the chicken must have had no good intentions.
"Hehe, I want to treat the God of Wealth well when he is about to be born." Fairy Shuyun said calmly: "The time I went there sixty years ago, the spiritual stones I exchanged cost me thirty New Year’s wine, do you understand?”
Mu Nan opened his mouth and closed it again.
Thinking of being able to lie down and sleep among the spiritual stones, he didn't know what words to use to describe his inner excitement.
After the excitement subsided, he asked: "Master, do you have any other advice? After all, this is related to your old man's drinking money for the next few decades. You must not hide it."
"Well... I've said everything that needs to be said." Fairy Shuyun banged her head and thought for a moment. It seemed that she really had nothing to explain. She warned again: "Avoid the monsters inside if you can. It's important to collect resources."
After saying that, he led Mu Nan out of the Broken Sleeve Pavilion.
But Mu Nan had other thoughts in her heart.
Collecting resources must be a top priority. After all, they are all white spiritual stones. If you kill a few monsters and get the reward of a prayer wheel, it will be double happiness.
After all, the rewards given by prayer wheels are always full of surprises.
Lihuo Fan, Jade Futon, Nanming Lihuo, none of them are ordinary things.
Furthermore, if you accidentally get a ranking, it will be three times the happiness.
However, Mu Nan did not have high hopes for his ranking. After all, he was only in the early stage of foundation building, and he had just established the foundation. Compared with the monks who were in the middle stage of foundation building and who had completed the foundation building, the gap was not small.
When the two of them arrived at the dojo of Xantianjian, they found that it was already bustling with people.
The secret realm of the Xuntianjian opened within a few months, attracting almost all the disciples to come and admire its mystery.
Although it is said that there are no years of cultivation, there are actually very few disciples who have entered the secret realm of Xuntianjian.
According to Fairy Shuyun, among these flag commanders, only she and the Four Banners Commander Guo Shang have been to the Tianxuan Prison.
Others either started late and did not catch up with the time, or started early and had already passed the foundation building period when the secret realm was opened.
There were also several times when it was the turn of the secret realm to be opened, the flag commander was not in the Tianxian Prison.
In addition, the Xuntian Prison accepts disciples every ten years and the conditions are strict, which aggravates this situation.
The dojo is extremely wide, divided into upper and lower floors, and two inner and outer floors.
The people in the lower inner court were naturally divided into two groups. The disciples of the Jiuyimen and the Xuntianjian were arranged on both sides with a vague central axis.
The two sides were divided into several teams at the same time.
The fifth team of Jiuyimen, the ninth team of Xuntianjian, Mu Nan is in a separate team, and Fairy Shuyun has already gone to the second floor.
They are all based on the peak and flag where they are located, and there is an implicit trend of reporting to the group for warmth.
For example, Xie Xuan only waved his hand to Mu Nan as a greeting and did not show any overly closeness.
This situation is easy to understand. The basis for the opening of the secret realm is still the Friendship Association. Then, between Taoist sects and between various peaks and banners, they will fight openly and secretly for a limited number of places. At best, it is for honor, and at worst, it is for the sake of honor. face.
As for the discord within the peak and within the banner, we have to discuss it in the secret realm.
Standing outside were people from various flags and peaks who had not had the chance to enter the secret realm, looking at the court with envy.
The second floor of the dojo was much smaller than the first floor. The chief flagmaster and an old man with a long beard and purple robe stood at the front, looking down at the people below.
Behind them are the flag chiefs and the peak masters of the Jiuyi Gate.
Including Fairy Shuyun, who usually looks carefree in every formal situation, now she is also meticulous.
"quiet!"
As Lu Wei's voice spread to every corner of the dojo, the noisy dojo became silent.
"At the end of the year, the secret realm reopens, the water overflows and the trees float, the roots and leaves change..." The commander-in-chief spoke eloquently for half an hour, waved his hand in an inviting gesture, and the first person in the Nine-Year School offered his innocence. After a while, he talked eloquently for half an hour.
Now that he has become innocent, he must be a powerful person who can overcome tribulations. Everyone in the audience can only hold their breath and listen carefully.
The general idea is nothing more than what an honor it is to participate in such a grand event.
Then the Senate emphasized the rules and precautions for entering the secret realm.
It’s almost the same as what Fairy Shuyun said.
Mu Nan remembered a few more points: there are no good people in the secret realm, so you can kill them with confidence; you cannot take away the precious materials and treasures that have been collected; the restrictions in the secret realm can only save lives but not determine the severity of injuries; the secret realm is divided into The demons are different in the periphery and the center. The closer to the center, the higher the demon's cultivation level; the secret realm lasts for forty-eight hours.
The person who was the highest sixty years ago has reached the ultimate level.
As the Senate explained, the audience began to gasp.
The cultivation of monsters and ghosts is also divided into nine realms: Qi Refining, Foundation Building, Pill Formation, Nascent Soul, Divine Transformation, Void Refining, Zhenjing, Transformation Realm, and Tribulation Overcoming. According to the Senate, the highest level of cultivation in the secret realm is equivalent to that of a human being. The strong one.
Moreover, it was still sixty years ago.
"quiet!"
The flag officer still said one word to stop the noise in the venue: "Now, I announce that the secret realm is open!"
Just when everyone was still wondering where the secret realm was hidden, the commander-in-chief began to solemnly recite the mysterious sacrificial inscription.
His voice was low and clear, but no one knew what he was saying.
The content of the sacrificial inscription is more like an ancient spell. Every word uttered from his mouth will turn into a tadpole inscription visible to the naked eye. It will burst out from his lips and form a glittering golden inscription over Izumo Island. The sacred text is like a continuum of stars.
The holy text exuded ancient light, making everyone present feel a strong shock.
"Edict!"
The last word of the commander-in-chief's voice was obviously much louder, and at the same time, he pointed the cane in his hand towards the sky.
The holy text seemed to be touched by an invisible force, and the handwriting began to gradually enlarge. When it was connected with the edict, a gap suddenly opened in the sky.
Immediately afterwards, a waterfall-like light curtain hung down from the gap, which was spectacular and mysterious.
Everyone present was shocked by this sudden change and let the beam of light pass over their bodies.
Then it seemed to be sucked by the cracks, like rising up in the daytime, soaring upwards.
In the end, Mu Nan was the only one left standing there stupidly, looking around uncertainly: "Are you being treated differently?"
