Jiang Yan supported the ground with his sword, steadied his body, and looked into the distance. The secret realm of Sun Moon Island that was originally suspended in mid-air was actually falling. This was not in line with his expectations. He originally thought that everyone needed to fly up.
The ground continued to shake, and the elders from each sect who came together asked the disciples to stabilize themselves.
When the secret realm landed on the ground, dust flew up and everyone's sight was blocked.
When the dust dissipates, the white mist is still surrounding it, making it difficult to see the specific situation.
"The barrier has been opened, everyone enter quickly. The secret realm is generally open for twenty days. If you fail to come out after this period, you will have to wait until the next time the secret realm is opened." The third elder of Xuanling Sect reminded.
Most of the people who came to the secret realm this time were new disciples, and some elders from the sect also came with them. This experience in the secret realm is a challenge and exercise for the newcomers.
Jiang Yan looked at the white mist surrounding the secret realm, took an antidote pill, and put on a mask.
He didn't know what the white mist was, so he had to be fully prepared!
"Huh? Fellow Taoist, what are you wearing?" a middle-aged monk with a beard asked curiously.
"Did you see the white mist in front of you?" Jiang Yan asked back.
"Yeah, I saw it."
"Well, what I'm wearing is called a mask, which can block toxic gases. We don't know whether the white mist in front of us is poisonous or not, so of course we have to be prepared..."
Jiang Yan didn't lie to him. This mask was not an ordinary mask, but one he had improved. It has the function of isolating poisonous gas and miasma.
After listening to Jiang Yan's words, the middle-aged monk felt that it made sense. Although he also had detoxifying pills with him, they were not many. It was better not to take them unless necessary.
"Fellow Taoist, how many masks do you have?"
"There are many, ten low-level spiritual stones each."
"Then get me ten."
When the middle-aged monk heard that one mask only cost ten low-level spiritual stones, he felt that it was a good deal. For some reason, he felt that the boy in red in front of him looked extraordinary, so he boldly bought ten masks.
"Oh, some people are so obsessed with money that they don't forget to earn spiritual stones when they come out to practice!"
Jiang Yan looked towards the reputation of speaking, and what he saw was a triangular-eyed casual cultivator. His appearance was a bit hard to describe, and his words were not pleasant! Hey, sometimes I really have to believe it, it comes from my heart!
"What, is it bothering you? Your home is the sea? You are so lenient. Just don't come out and beep when you have nothing to do." Jiang Yan couldn't help but fight back.
"Wang Laowu, if you don't know, don't talk nonsense here. I asked this little Taoist friend first." The middle-aged monk also opened his mouth to explain.
"That's right, Wang Laowu, don't talk nonsense."
Other casual cultivators also accused Wang Laowu. They all heard it. One mask only contains ten low-level spiritual stones, which is much cheaper than the detoxification pill.
Besides, they can only afford low-level detoxification pills, which cost two to three hundred low-level spiritual stones.
"Fellow Taoist, I also want to buy ten masks."
"Me too."
"I'll buy it too."
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Several casual cultivators successively asked Jiang Yan to buy masks. Of course they had to make money if they had money, but Jiang Yan would not refuse anyone who came.
"Hey hey hey, okay, there are enough masks. If you want to buy one, line up here."
Wang Laowu's eyes were about to get angry when he saw that his words had no impact on Jiang Yan and had facilitated so many business deals.
Damn it, he brought a lot of low-level antidote pills, thinking that when someone in the secret realm encounters an emergency and has to buy them, he can then raise the price.
I don’t know if the mask of the young man in red is as magical as it sounds, but if you don’t fear ten thousand, just be afraid of the unexpected. If the poisonous gas can really be isolated, his customer base may be greatly reduced.
"Little fellow Taoist, the disciples from the sect in front have entered the secret realm one after another. Let's follow them," the middle-aged uncle said.
These casual cultivators actually came out to practice on their own. Some of them got to know each other on the road, and some of them only met when they came to the outskirts of the secret realm.
Forming a group can reduce your own danger in the secret realm.
Moreover, they seem to have some experience, that is, they are more stubborn. They were waiting for the sect disciples to go in first, and then follow them. In this way, if there is danger ahead, they can escape early.
"Well, let's go in." After Jiang Yan said this, he walked towards the secret realm.
Perhaps Jiang Yan was very recognizable in his red clothes. Seeing Jiang Yan set off, the other casual cultivators also followed suit.
When everyone stepped into the area shrouded in white mist, their vision was blocked, and they began to collide and trample on each other.
"Ouch, someone stepped on my foot!"
"You brat, can't you speak in a lower voice? I don't know what's waiting for us ahead!"
"That's right, please be quiet. If there are monsters, be the first to deal with the noisy ones."
"Ah, it looks so weird here, senior sister, can I hold your hand?"
"Come on, come on, hold senior brother's hand, I guarantee you will feel safer."
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In the distance, the elders who were watching the disciples enter the secret realm shook their heads helplessly after hearing these jokes. These young people are really not afraid of tigers!
They still don't know that something is wrong in the secret realm this time, and the elders haven't told them yet.
"Elder Tang, do you think the disciples can come back intact?"
The person who asked the question was the Sixth Elder of Xuanling Sect. This time he and the Third Elder led the new disciples to come for training.
"According to past experience, in this low-level secret realm, new disciples can return safely even if their cultivation is not high." The third elder replied.
"I hope so. Coming to low-level secret realms to practice will not give them transfer charms..."
The Sixth Elder was still worried.
The secret realm of Sun Moon Island is opened once every five years. Logically speaking, the risk factor inside is not high and is very suitable for new disciples to experience.
However, this time, the secret realm was opened in advance and was surrounded by a strange white mist. Several experienced sect elders were a little confused after seeing it.
However, they will not interfere in the trials of their disciples unless necessary.
The people who entered the secret realm traveled for about half a stick of incense, but they were still surrounded by white mist and did not know where they were.
"My little fellow Taoist, what do you call me? My name is Li Tian."
Jiang Yan heard the middle-aged uncle's voice.
"Jiang Yan."
Jiang Yan answered succinctly, holding the hilt of the sword and always keeping vigilant. Based on his experience in playing games, there is probably an unknown creature waiting for them in front of the white mist.
He thought to himself: Maybe... there will be zombies? No, we went to the wrong set. This is the world of immortality. Hahaha, it’s better not to scare yourself, why are there zombies in the world of immortality!
Jiang Yan patted his forehead and continued to move forward cautiously.
However, he suddenly froze. The place was filled with white fog and no one could see anyone clearly. How did that uncle see him clearly?
He shuddered and looked left and right. There was white mist all around him and he couldn't see anything clearly.
