Chapter Fifty-Eight: In the Face of Life and Death, Loyalty?

"Bagua technique, non-martial arts, non-Taoist skills, non-supernatural powers, those who practice this technique, all bodies can reach the sky. ”

With a few words of introduction, Pan Lei Miao couldn't wait to open the booklet.

"The ancient human race, starting from the end of the micro, there are sages, looking up at the sky, looking down at the law on the ground, watching birds and beasts and the land of the text, close to the body, far from all things, so began to gossip, to pass the virtue of the gods, to the love of all things. With the power of the strong human race.

The Universe, the Elephant of Heaven and Earth, the Shocker, the Power of Wind and Thunder, the Root of Fire and Water······"

After Pan Lei Miao finished reading the half volume of gossip techniques in his hand, nearly half an hour had passed.

"Squeak~"

A tooth-aching voice sounded, and the door on the side of the hall was pushed open, and a burly figure walked in.

"He Shi !!"

Looking at the comer, Pan Lei Miao roared in his voice. Unexpectedly, He Shi was the first to pass the second level.

"Who?"

He Shi pushed the door in with a tired face, looked up sharply and heard someone shouting his name, and pressed his hand on the long sword at his waist.

"It's you? I didn't expect that the key to the ruins of Lijiazhai would fall into your hands. ”

He Shiyi looked up and saw Pan Lei Miao and Hui Yue sitting at the jade table, but he didn't see anyone else, and guessed in his heart that the ruins should have been opened by the two of them.

"Please take your seats and wait for the next contestants. ”

With a wave of his hand, Chiyang Zhenren burped a jade table on Pan Lei Miao's jade table, and a batch of spirit fruits appeared on the table, but in terms of quantity, it was a little less than Pan Lei Miao's table.

Looking at Chiyang Zhenren who was sitting on the main seat, He Shi didn't speak, and sat next to Pan Lei Miao.

Looking at He Shi beside Yan, Pan Lei Miao had no choice, even if Chiyang Zhenren didn't let the two of them fight, he couldn't beat him.

He Shi sat upright at the stone table, and as far as he knew, the person who was in charge of the throne should be the last sect master of the Mixed Yuan Sect 300,000 years ago, Chiyang Zhenren. Its strength is beyond its own resistance.

In the second level, Shenwu Fuwei looked at the swords that kept appearing in front of him, Shenwu Fuwei frowned, and the situation in front of him was something he didn't expect. It was separated from the blood-level guards.

"Are you on your own?"

Shenwu Fuwei secretly said in his heart, looking at the attacks that kept appearing in front of him, his eyes gradually sharpened. Raised his foot into the second level area.

"Whoosh, whoosh"

There were all kinds of brilliance flowing through, and a streamer of light passed through Shenwu Fuwei's waist, and there was no sound, and the identity token made of bauhinia copper on his waist was directly pierced.

Observing this scene, Shenwu Fuwei's heart froze.

"This, if you really only have the strength of the hammerskin nine dan, how can you pass this level?

Shenwu Fuwei secretly said in his heart that it was not good, and his index finger and middle finger were together.

Fierce aura surrounded him, wrapping around each other, forming a body of armor condensed by aura around his body.

"Tsk, I didn't expect there to be seedlings of cultivators. In the middle stage of foundation building, the bone age is only sixteen, not bad, not bad. Back then, he was also a seedling of an inner disciple. ”

Chiyang Zhenren, who was secretly observing everything, said secretly in his heart.

Facing the streamers of the swords and axes that kept coming, Shenwu Fuwei's face was cold, his fingers moved slightly, and the spiritual power around his body turned into gusts of wind, blowing towards the various streamers that attacked.

"Hehe, this seedling is good. ”

For Shenwu Fuwei's performance, Chiyang Zhenren was very satisfied.

"The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying!"

Shenwu Fuwei shouted, and the storm suddenly rose. In an instant, a path without a streamer was opened. Without the slightest hesitation, the martial arts strength of the Divine Martial Fu Wei Hammerskin Ninth Rank exploded in full force, and he passed through the path that had just been broken by the spell and came to a gate.

Grab the handrail with your right hand and pull it hard.

"Squeak~"

The door opened, stepped through the door, and a table and a futon were placed in front of him. A purple jade slip was placed in the center of the table. Without moving the jade slip, Shenwu Fuwei sat down cross-legged on the futon to recover the true qi lost due to the strong wind.

After running the unknown exercises obtained, after three small weeks, the true qi that had been consumed was completely recovered.

"This futon is a treasure."

Shenwu Fuwei looked at the futon sitting down, and his eyes lit up. Originally, there was no true qi that could not be recovered in seven small weeks, but on the futon, it was only three small weeks that it was completely recovered.

casually, he put the futon in the Sumeru bag, picked up the jade slip on the table, and pasted it on his forehead. The information in the jade slip flowed like flowing water through Shenwu Fuwei's heart.

"I see. ”

Shenwu Fuwei let out a long breath, wondering whether to continue to participate.

According to the information in the jade slip, the second level can still be withdrawn, and there is a gift of divine soldiers and elixirs. But in the third level, once you participate, you will either die or become a successor, and there is no other choice.

Raising his foot, Shenwu Fuwei walked towards the door on the left, grabbed the doorknob with his hand and was about to pull it open, but suddenly let go of his hand, walked to the right side, pulled the door open and walked in.

As soon as the door was opened, the four of them sat upright in the hall, and the spirit fruit wine was very happy.

"Pan Lei Miao, I didn't expect you to be alive. ”

The moment he saw it, Shenwu Fuwei was stunned, he thought that Pan Lei Miao had died in the Abyss Mountain Range, but he didn't expect to see him here again.

"Hehe, let the six emperors and grandsons down. ”

Pan Lei Miao smiled, he had been in front of He Shi for so long, Pan Lei Miao had already hidden the emotions in his heart, how could he be angry because of Shenwu Fuwei's words.

"Please take a seat and wait for the next generation. ”

Chiyang Zhenren's hand moved, and a lot of spirit fruit and spirit wine appeared out of thin air on the jade table next to Pan Lei Miao, slightly less than Zhipan Lei Miao, but a lot more than Zhihe Shi.

After glancing at Wu Fuwei's seat and treatment, He Shi's pupils shrank. In my heart, I attached great importance to this young Sixth Emperor Sun.

Shenwu Fuwei Yin Vulture glanced at Pan Lei Miao, and found that He Shi'an was sitting quietly in his seat, not daring to make a mistake at all, and did not say anything more. I sat down in my seat and tasted the food at the table.

Not long after Shenwu Fuwei sat down, another person came out of the side door. As soon as this man saw Shenwu Fuwei, he didn't look at the others, and strode towards Shenwu Fuwei's seat. Before he got close to Shenwu Fuwei, a sharp pain came from his chest. A wine glass trickled from his chest back to Chiyang Zhenren's table.

"Please take a seat and wait for the next generation. ”

"This ······"

As soon as he came in, he opened his mouth, looked at Chiyang Zhenren who was sitting on the main seat, hugged his fists, and said:

"This senior, I am the guardian of the six emperors and grandsons, how can I sit here together?"

Hearing his words, Chiyang Zhenren seemed to have heard some kind of joke.

"Heh, didn't you read the hint I gave you before you came out? In the third level, there is only one person, you have to be his guard, and you are still his enemy?"