A long and narrow boat, simple and heavy, rising slowly in the gray sky.
In the boat, Fairy Qiuyan was sitting at the front of the bow. Sitting in a row behind him were Yan Yun, Ibeka, Yu Fan and four male cultivators, two of whom were direct descendants of the ancestors from Tianzhu Peak. They are all monks who have successfully advanced to the Lingtai realm this time.
This time, Nanshan Sect, including Yan Yun, had a total of fifty disciples who qualified for promotion. Six of them succeeded, and the harvest was considered decent.
It was a surprise that Ibeka was able to seize the opportunity and successfully advance from the only three lower sect places. After all, it usually takes decades for monks from the lower sect to break through the barrier.
Montenegro City soon became as small as an inconspicuous matchbox.
But in this city, different people have different opinions.
For the disciples of the Battle Master Hall, this place records their unbearable pain; for other disciples, Black Mountain City is a yearning and luck, because if you can reach here, you will have the opportunity to advance to the Lingtai realm.
The spiritual energy bubbles in Black Mountain Netherworld are limited. This year it is hosted by Xiaoyao Peak Battle Master Hall, and next year it will be replaced by other spiritual peaks.
Yan Yun took advantage of this opportunity and brought his three senior brothers Ji Zhao, Qing Chan, and Yuantai here for the trial, and the trip was worthwhile.
Qingchan and Ji Zhao reached the seventh level of Qi Condensation Realm, while Yuantai, who had always been slow in cultivation, unexpectedly became a sixth level monk of Qi Condensation Realm.
The spirit boat passed through the heavy fog and arrived at the location of the teleportation array. As the array was activated, the seven-color light flashed and the spirit boat disappeared without a trace.
At some point, thick clouds rolled in the sky of Nanshan Sect, the sky opened up, and amidst the lightning and thunder, the spirit boat suddenly appeared.
"The disciples of Xiaoyao Peak Battle Master Hall return to the sect!" Fairy Qiuyan's energetic voice sounded.
"Senior Xiaoyaozi has been released from seclusion, and the disciples of the Battle Master Hall can go and recover!" A disciple in charge of the mountain gate formation this month responded.
Therefore, the spirit boat passed through the peaks of Nanshan Sect and headed straight for Xiaoyao Peak.
Not long after, the spirit boat passed by Yanyun's past blessed land and the Battle Master Hall, and slowly climbed to the top of Xiaoyao Peak.
At this point, the entire view of Xiaoyao Peak came into Yan Yun's sight like a gallery advancing layer by layer.
How to describe what you see before your eyes?
Yan Yun did not mean to please his eyes, but instead showed a wry smile on his lips.
The so-called Xiaoyao Peak is not Xiaoyao Peak, it is more like a secular palace built on the mountain.
The higher you go up, the plants must be in various shapes, the rocks must be jagged and abrupt, the buildings must be magnificent, and the paths, pavilions, waterside pavilions, etc. must be extremely delicate and ingenious.
When the spirit boat left the forty-nine steps from the peak, a disciple pulled it to anchor in an open area.
Fairy Qiuyan looked serious and led a group of monks up the stairs.
There were already hundreds of monks standing on both sides of the steps. They were so respectful that they didn't even dare to move, like a statue of a statue of wood.
Of course, the reason why these monks acted like this was not because of everyone in the Battle Master Hall, but because Xiaoyaozi, who was in charge of this peak, was out of seclusion and was handling matters personally.
Dangdangdang——
When the bell rang, thick white clouds and mist grew from under the feet, and the entire Xiaoyao Peak was filled with spiritual energy.
I don't know if Xiaoyao Zi likes this solemn appearance or if his disciples are doing it deliberately.
Deep in the clouds and mist, a large hall appeared in front of us. Only the front eaves could be seen, stretching exaggeratedly towards the sky.
Yan Yun followed Fairy Qiuyan, who was dressed in red, and was walking into the hall step by step. He suddenly saw a person from the corner of his eye, and immediately clasped his fists and said: "Disciple..."
"Haha, I don't dare to take it!" This person was Yan He. He couldn't help but be surprised when he saw that Yan Yun had successfully advanced to the Black Mountain Netherworld for the first time.
Seeing that this nominal master refused to be called his "disciple", Yan Yun remained silent and waited for the next sentence.
Sure enough, Yanhe, like a "smiling tiger", cupped his hands and said: "Young people are better than blue people. Although you and I used to be masters and disciples, we are not what we used to be. You are on the same level as a poor man. How can a poor man dare to be arrogant?"
The world of cultivators respects the strong, so Yan Yun did not show any politeness. He cupped his fists again and said, "Senior Brother Yanhe!"
"Senior Brother Yanyun, you're welcome." Yanhe swallowed Yanyun's three Strengthening Pills, which was unnatural. His eyes flickered and he returned the favor with a smile.
At this time, a loud shout came from the main hall: "All the Lingtai realm monks from the Declaration of War Master Hall have entered the hall, and Master will give you a face-to-face training!"
Fairy Qiuyan, Yan Yun and other six monks immediately lowered their heads and walked into the hall together without squinting.
"No need to be restrained, just raise your heads." came a slightly older voice.
Yan Yun looked up and saw an old man in white robes with a bright head and white beard sitting on the cloud platform in the center of the hall. He was undoubtedly Xiaoyaozi.
His face was red, as if he was drinking alcohol, and his eyes were so electric that people dared not look directly at him.
This awe-inspiring Xiaoyaozi was once saved by Yan Yun's master, Yu Zhenzi. The completely different situation between the two of them made Yan Yun sigh in his heart, and at the same time, he felt a faint pain in his chest - the master he respected so much. ah!
When Zhu Xiu really raised his head, Xiaoyaozi suddenly shouted: "You bad disciple Qiuyan, what's your crime?"
Fairy Qiuyan was frightened, knelt down, and said timidly: "Master, I am above you, I am aware of my sin..."
"Where is your crime?" Xiaoyaozi asked again.
"I should not use my master's name to convey orders."
"You make the decision without permission, why are you?"
Under Xiaoyaozi's pressing pressure, Fairy Qiuyan trembled like a shiver, and suddenly raised her head and glanced at Yanyun.
Yan Yun's heart skipped a beat, wondering if it had something to do with him?
"I should not have falsely conveyed Master's order to make Yan Yun the centurion of the Suzaku Team..."
