Chapter 82: What kind of treasure is this?

After seeing the things on the stone platform clearly, the corners of Zhang Ning's mouth twitched, he stepped forward in a few steps and ripped off the green plastic garbage basket!

The mountain shook for a while, and the entire space began to collapse, and before Zhang Ning could regret his recklessness, a dazzling white light lit up in front of him......

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The elders waiting for the disciples outside are like parents outside the examination room, although they behave "they do their best", they are actually very anxious in their hearts, eagerly looking forward to the disciples being able to win the treasure.

Suddenly, the entire Fengwei Mountain shook, the elders of the various factions outside the "palace" flew into the air one after another, and the people who participated in the trial were also teleported out and scattered on the top of the mountain, the "palace" disintegrated in the shaking, and the broken bricks and tiles turned into silver powder and dissipated before they landed, and the automatic mahjong table and the cards on it also dissipated at the same time.

All the surviving monks who participated in the trial, including Zhang Ning, appeared together, all at a loss.

The changes in this secret realm trial were obviously unusual, even mortals could deduce that the secret realm palace had been destroyed, and the elders of the various factions looked at each other with solemn expressions.

Zhang Ning silently followed the four senior brothers and sisters back to his sect Elder Zheng in a low-key manner.

For this trial, Zhang Ning has thought very clearly, just like when you take some exams, you think that everyone is on the same starting line and full of confidence, but in fact you are very wrong, some people have already known the exam questions, and some people's scores have been set, the exam is just a formality, as a companion, your value is only as the denominator of the acceptance rate.

Those big sect disciples all have a clear purpose, advance and retreat in a certain way, and if they really can't do it, there is a way to save their lives, and Zhang Ning and many other small sect monks who are not welcomed or are simply cannon fodder act as variables.

Fortunately, it was precisely because of Zhang Ning's huge variable that the ending of this trial was turned upside down.

Elder A of the Purple Sun Sect scanned among the people participating in the trial with eagle-like eyes, Zhang Ning felt a lot of divine sense probing, but fortunately, the characteristic of the Xuantian Treasure was that there was no aura fluctuation, so the elders of the various factions could not sense anything, and he had not been exposed for the time being.

Elder Yi of the Purple Yang Sect said unceremoniously: "Since all the living ones have come out, who will tell you what's going on?"

There was a dead silence.

Elder Bing of the Ziyang Sect shouted angrily: "In this case, you can only search your body and check it! Take out all the things you got in the secret realm and take a look, the Xuantian Treasure should be among them!"

"I see who dares to search for my sect disciples!" Xuanjian Sect, the elder shouted, and the huge silver sword with a width of one foot was suspended above his head, and those with lowly cultivation present could barely resist the power of his sword qi.

Zhang Ning had heard before that the Xuanjian Sect paid attention to the sword moving at will, and polished the sword intent in the fight, but now it seems that it is really not to be underestimated.

Obviously, the Ziyang Sect was very jealous of the Xuanjian Sect, and no one mentioned the matter of body searching.

The elder of the Xuanjian Sect snorted coldly, and led the disciple of the sect who had left the secret realm, Imperial Sword, to gallop away.

The Xuanming Sect also left with the Demon Dao people, but their eyes flashed with distrust. Then the Haoyue Sect also left Fengwei Mountain with the dependent sect, followed by the Qingxu faction, and the other small sects and scattered cultivators were also scattered like birds and beasts.

The Purple Yang Sect was left alone to stand in the wind on the top of the mountain.

"Great Elder, what should I do?" the elder who advocated a body search asked.

"Hmph, Xuanbao was born, I don't believe that there is no clue at all, check it for me!" said the Great Elder with a gloomy face.

"Yes!" the men below took the order one after another.