The old man walked into the door, and seeing that his figure was about to disappear, Ye Qianxun took a deep breath and quickly followed.

After re-cultivating, the divination technique in her memory had not yet had time to practice, but for some reason, she faintly felt that this Xuanhu would have some kind of strange connection with herself.

As soon as I entered the house, there was a "bang" sound of the door closing behind me.

The room was pitch black, and after Ye Qianxun opened his spiritual eyes, he saw some old but very delicate carved mahogany furniture, spider webs all over the corners, and cockroaches, mice, etc. in the house, which looked a little dirty.

Ye Qianxun couldn't help frowning, raised his hand, and brushed away the dust around him, the figure of the old man had disappeared, but he could still sense his direction through his breath.

A few minutes later, Ye Qianxun appeared in a secret room, and standing opposite him was a tall and thin middle-aged man in the late Yuan Infant period, this person had a narrow face, slightly narrowed eyes, and three long beards on his chin, looking a little cunning.

After glancing at Ye Qianxun, he sneered: "I advise you to go back, just now I have mistakenly killed three people who are the same cultivator as you." ”

Ye Qianxun glanced at him lightly, but did not answer.

Her indifferent eyes made the tall and thin middle-aged man opposite feel very unhappy, but he didn't move immediately, but looked at Ye Qianxun with a hint of inquiry on his face, and after a while, he took out something from the storage ring, which was a black iron rod.

The tall and thin middle-aged man used the spiritual power of his whole body, and suddenly let out a loud shout from his mouth, "Big!"

As soon as the words fell, the iron rod instantly became longer and thicker, and under the drive of the middle-aged man, he rushed towards Ye Qianxun.

This iron rod seems to be a gravity-type spiritual weapon, this kind of spiritual weapon is generally used for physical cultivation, and some can even directly rely on gravity to crush the opponent.

"I really can't see that you are actually an individual cultivator. In the face of the menacing iron rod, Ye Qianxun not only did not have the slightest fear, but sighed, and looked at the tall and thin middle-aged man in front of him with a scrutinizing gaze.

Her attitude naturally provoked the tall and thin middle-aged man, and shouted: "Dare to be so rampant when you are dying!"

The iron rod flew violently, and soon fell on top of Ye Qianxun's head, and it was about to hit her.

A fierce smile appeared on the corner of the tall and thin middle-aged man's mouth, as if he was going to release all the unhappiness in his heart in the next moment. However, things did not go as he expected, Ye Qianxun was not hit by the iron rod and died directly, but disappeared in place in a flash.

"Bang!" the iron rod fell to the ground, and a deep pit immediately appeared in the ground, and the iron rod was stuck diagonally in the pit.

Looking at this big pit, Ye Qianxun's eyes flashed with surprise suspended in mid-air, it seems that the power of this iron rod is still above her expectations, but the attack speed is slower, of course, this is the usual defect of heavy spirit weapons.

"Huh?" The tall and thin middle-aged man looked around, and made a light sound in his mouth, he suddenly sensed something, and suddenly looked up, only to see a white ball of light flying towards him, in the blink of an eye, the ball of light exploded, and the white light shrouded his whole body, and the tall and thin young man didn't have time to let out a scream, and turned into ashes in an instant.

After a while, the white light dissipated, and Ye Qianxun was the only one left in the secret room of the two of them, she swept around, raised her hand and put away the iron rod that was obliquely inserted in the pit, the Xuanwu Turtle Breath Gong she practiced was, in a sense, also considered a physical cultivation exercise, but there had never been a heavy spiritual weapon, and this thing was just enough for her to practice her hands.

The iron rod does have some weight in my hand, and I feel sore after holding it for a while. Ye Qianxun released his divine sense to probe into it, erased the divine soul mark belonging to the tall and thin middle-aged man on the iron rod, and then left his own mark, so that even if he hadn't completely practiced it, he could temporarily control it.

"Small!" Ye Qianxun shouted, and as soon as the words fell, the iron rod shrank to the size of a finger, and its weight also decreased.

Ye Qianxun chuckled, put the shrunken iron rod into the storage bag, and then raised his hand to roll it up and pick up a wine jug on the ground.

This is the storage bag of the tall and thin middle-aged man, this thing has not turned into powder like its owner under the attack of the Soul Destroying Light Ball, which shows that its material is not ordinary. However, Ye Qianxun released his divine sense to probe into it, and after some searching, he didn't find anything new, and his face couldn't help but show a touch of disappointment, but after thinking about it, the other party only had the cultivation of the late Yuan Infant, unless it was an adventure, there would definitely be no treasures that he could see.

"No. 231 wins, five minutes later for the second match, three wins in a row can directly qualify. Each person has only one chance to be resurrected, and those who have used the resurrection chance need to win five games to advance. An eerie voice suddenly sounded overhead.

Just now, after Ye Qianxun followed the old man in, a mid-stage cultivator of the Transformation God tested his cultivation, and after passing the test, he was brought into this secret room for a membership competition.

And the tall and thin middle-aged man just now is naturally also a monk who participated in the entrance competition, his record is four wins and one defeat, and he is just one victory away from joining the Xuanhu Society, originally he was still feeling lucky and proud to meet Ye Qianxun, a monk in the middle of the Yuan Infant Period, thinking that the quota of the Xuanhu Club was stable, but who knew that in the end, he even took his life.

Taking advantage of the gap in rest, Ye Qianxun closed his eyes and breathed for a moment, and suddenly heard the dull sound of metal impacting, and when he opened his eyes, he saw an iron cage falling from the sky, and a person was locked in the cage, just like when he came in just now, he was hung and lowered from mid-air.

After the iron cage fell to the ground, the iron door opened with a "click", and a monk wrapped in a black cloak came out of it.

However, Ye Qianxun then investigated carefully, and found that this person's cultivation was the same as the tall and thin middle-aged man just now, and he was also a late Yuan Infant monk, but for some reason, he felt much more dangerous than the person just now.

Ever since he came into contact with divination, Ye Qianxun had trusted his instincts very much, silently casting spells while watching the other party quietly.

After the black-robed man came out of the iron cage, he suddenly flicked his sleeves without saying a word, and several black gases flew out of his sleeves, like a huge black wave, overwhelmingly surging towards Ye Qianxun.

Ye Qianxun was stunned in his heart, but then the corners of his mouth curled, and his fingers tapped the demon flag, and the ghost in the banner was already hungry and thirsty, and it didn't take long for a large amount of demonic qi to be devoured.

The black-robed man's eyes flashed, and he flicked his sleeves again, and a large amount of demonic qi rushed in, which was also easily swallowed by the demon flag.