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Falling off the cloud bridge, the avatar then felt the whole body lighten, and was picked up by the flying sword and escaped from the cloud bridge illusion.

Most of the people fell before him. At this time, they were divided into two groups, on the left and right sides of the pier. Some were sitting cross-legged to adjust their breath, while others were standing with different expressions.

Among them, the number of people on the left is much smaller. There are only a dozen or so people, all of whom are in high spirits, including the young man who fell off at the beginning.

On the other hand, although the number of people is large, it is a gloomy cloud.

Seeing this scene, the avatar immediately understood that the monk on the left should have been selected by Yanmiao Pavilion.

A glance.

Sure enough, the three-spirited youth who appeared when he checked his qualifications was also on the left.

With this thought in his heart, the avatar saw that Jianxiu stretched out his hand and pointed to the left, his body tightened, and in the envious eyes, he was led by Feijian and fell to the left side of the dock.

The avatar's face showed a happy look, and he didn't care about adjusting his breath to recover. He quickly put on his clothes and saluted: "Thank you for your success, senior!"

"You are clever enough!"

Jian Xiu retracted the flying sword and sneered.

The middle-aged cultivator looked up and down, his face did not hide his admiration, "Yes, I dare to be the first in the world, and my character is firm, until the spiritual power is about to be exhausted, and then I am influenced by Yunqiao and mess up my mood. Although the talent is slightly weaker However, Xinxing is the best among all people, so it is no wonder that if you can successfully break through the three bottlenecks, you may not be able to achieve something in the future.”

Jian Xiu also put away his sneer and said sternly: "He is a good seedling of swordsmanship, do you want to come to our Feihongtang to learn swordsmanship?"

"Junior Brother Ding!"

The middle-aged cultivator glanced at him reproachfully, "These disciples have to be seen by the pavilion master and assigned by the pavilion owner. The pavilion owner will consider the situation in the pavilion. As disciples, we should not overdo it."

Jianxiu smiled, not afraid of this senior brother at all, "Don't you have to consider their talents and wishes when assigning pavilion masters and uncles? This son's temperament no longer needs to be tempered, other than our Feihongtang, where else is it suitable? This kid, is it possible to go to the Casting Dingtang to set fire? I also give him a little advice to prevent him from going astray at that time."

The fourth person next to them suddenly interjected, "With a stable mind, it's good to come to our Snow Shadow Hall to draw talismans."

Then he lowered his head, ignoring Jianxiu's staring eyes.

The middle-aged monk and the man in the blue shirt looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.

Before the disciples could enter the door, the open and secret struggle began.

The avatar listened to their quarrel, and couldn't help laughing and laughing in his heart. His own talent could even attract competition. Fortunately, he 'falled' in time and didn't act too much.

At this time, there were still five people on the cloud bridge, and each one's cultivation level exceeded that of the incarnation, and they were above the tenth floor of the Qi Refining Period.

There was even an old man in sixty-six, who was at the thirteenth floor of the Qi Refining Stage, ranking first among all.

The four people in Yanmiao Pavilion are discussing whether to keep the old man.

After a while, these people also fell down one after another, but the performance of the old man was impressive. He almost persisted until his spiritual energy was exhausted before falling from the top.

Until the last moment, the old man was disturbed by the gust of wind outside, and there was a cloud bridge in his heart, and his body was like a willow in the wind, but Lingtai still maintained a trace of clarity and tenaciously persevered.

Looking at the old man who was sent back by Feijian.

There was silence on the pier.

The four Yanmiao Pavilion looked solemn and put away their frivolity.

Jian Xiu let out a faint sigh and murmured, "It's a pity that I'm too old to build a foundation."

The Xue Yingtang cultivator's eyes flashed brightly, as if seeing a treasure, he immediately forgot his avatar.

"Brother, hurry up and adjust your breath."

The middle-aged monk pointed to the left side of the pier.

The old man is also a good man, and he knew that he was selected at first glance. Although the oil was exhausted, he still stood up tremblingly and thanked him, "Younger is ashamed!"

Tears flowed down his face.

No one laughed.

The monks on the right side of the pier showed thoughtful expressions. Some people did not wait for the Yanmiao Pavilion monks to announce the result, and they bowed their hands to them and flew away in a hurry.

"Fellow Daoists."

The middle-aged monk turned his head and looked to the right side of the dock, "You failed the Yunqiao test today, please come back!"

I was already mentally prepared, but some people still cried out on the spot.

The middle-aged cultivator turned to the other side again, "Although you have passed the Yunqiao test, you can't be counted as a disciple of my Yanmiao Pavilion for the time being. The pavilion master needs to see it in person, so let's get on the boat first."

After all, the middle-aged monk threw a palm-sized bamboo boat.

The bamboo boat grew long in the wind and turned into a big boat. Everyone filed in. The big boat broke through the waves and galloped towards the island in the center of the lake at high speed.

The cloud bridge dissipated at an unknown time, the fog dissipated, and there was not a trace left.

Soon, the big boat took them to the island in the center of the lake, and then sailed into the sea of ​​fog without hesitation.

The mist billowed, like a huge wave expelled to both sides.

After entering, there is a vast expanse of white all around, and you may get lost here if you are not careful.

Everyone looked in awe, incarnations were well-informed, and they saw a clue. Wuhai should not be a too strong spiritual formation, just an ordinary psychedelic formation.

Tianmudie had peeped at Yanmiao Pavilion before. There was not only a lake island in the center of the fog, but a large area of ​​water was probably blocked by the fog.

With the strength of Yanmiao Pavilion, there should be no ability to arrange such a large top-level spiritual formation, and the real mountain protection formation is still inside.

Not seeing any movement from the middle-aged cultivator, the bamboo boat walked through the fog for a while, and suddenly a bright light came before his eyes.

The smoke is vast.

There are several green peaks in the lake, which are no less tall than the peaks outside.

Between these green peaks, white jade bridges are connected, and there are few people on the bridges. Some white jade bridges are covered with vines, which hang from high altitudes and are uneven, and the long ones can touch the water.

The vines swayed in the breeze, like a natural curtain, a scene full of life.

The beauty of the fairyland came into view, stunned these poor and sour loose cultivators.

A stunned look appeared on the avatar's face.

This scene of mountains in the water and people in the mountains suddenly evokes memories hidden in the bottom of my heart.

Shaohua Mountain.

There are enemies, there are relatives and friends.

The memories of those years were not entirely good, but this was the place where he had undergone several transformations.

Decades have gone by in a flash, is UU reading www.uukanshu.com still there?

"The peaks in front are where our Yanmiao Pavilion Mountain Gate is located. Not surprisingly, this is where you will cultivate in the future..."

The voice of the middle-aged cultivator woke everyone up. A little under his feet, the bamboo boat shook off the water and flew towards one of the green peaks.

When he was about to approach Qingfeng, the middle-aged cultivator took out his waist card and flicked it, and he flew up without hindrance, landed on a stone platform halfway up the mountain, and put everyone down.

The stone platform is connected by a stone path, which leads straight to the top of the peak. Among the mountains and forests, you can faintly see several magnificent halls.

"Let's go, follow me to see the pavilion master!"

The middle-aged monk led the crowd and climbed the stairs.

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