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He also knew in his heart that at least this Qin Feng in front of him couldn't do anything to himself, although his life in the Qianyang Sect would definitely not be any better in the future, thinking of this, he couldn't help but sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"My Wang Xiaomo has not had a good life since he was born, there is no more than him, and there is no less than him."

Thinking of this, he glanced at Qin Feng, who was still a little shocked, flicked his sleeves, looked up at the sky, and a detached aura exploded, snorted coldly, and turned around and walked towards the mountain.

"You, you're looking for death!"

Qin Feng had never been ridiculed like this, let alone a mortal cultivator of the third layer of condensation, and under the annoyance and anger, his body rushed forward, and he was about to do it on the spot.

Lin Yan's figure flickered, stopping Qin Feng, who had already left his anger.

"Qin Feng, you can't be crazy, don't you know the rules of the door."

"Good!"

As soon as the wind blew in Qin Feng's mountain, he calmed down instantly, he knew that if he forcibly killed Wang Xiaomo at this moment, he would definitely be directly abolished by the sect according to the rules of the sect, and it was more likely that he would be buried on the spot, so he finally turned all his anger into two words, turned around and went down the mountain, and the other inner disciples hurriedly followed.

"Find a chance, I want this Wang Xiaomo to disappear in the Qianyang Sect unconsciously."

As Qin Feng walked, he transmitted a voice to an inner disciple beside him.

The inner disciple said with a sneer on the corner of his mouth:

"Leave it to me."

Lin Yan looked at Qin Feng and the others who had disappeared, and couldn't help but let out a long breath, looking at Wang Xiaomo, who looked like a stinky fart, and couldn't help but smile bitterly on his face.

Xu Wan'er had a strange look on her face, stepped forward and "snapped", slapped Wang Xiaomo's body, gave a thumbs up and said:

"Okay! You kid really has a set, you can actually make an inner core disciple like this, this girl is optimistic about you! ”

"That's enough, Wan'er, let's go."

Xu Qingfeng glanced at Wang Xiaomo, his eyes showed mockery, and quickly surpassed Wang Xiaomo, who was still looking up to the sky, and walked towards the mountain.

"Is the inner core disciple very powerful?"

Wang Xiaomo asked with a little weakness.

"It's not very powerful, the cultivation is ten layers of tightly condensed qi, but pinching you to death is like pinching a bedbug."

Xu Wan'er chuckled and followed Xu Qingfeng in front of her.

"Ten layers of condensation, what is the concept, you tell me about it."

"Ten layers of condensation qi is equivalent to a hundred, and you add it up."

"That's not right, I have three layers of condensation, and he has ten layers of condensation, how can it be equivalent to a hundred me, this doesn't make sense."

"Why are you so annoyed?"

"You have to make it clear, you can't say half of it."

"Enough of you dirt bun, why don't you understand anything"

.........

After a while, Xu Wan'er finally let out a terrible scream, which resounded throughout the entire Third Peak.

At this time, in a cave on the third peak, an old man with a black face and white beard looked at the four people who were walking on the mountain road, his eyes were full of struggle, and there were countless air currents up and down his body, as if he was hesitating about something, and after a long time, he finally spit out a breath of turbidity, forcibly moved his eyes away from the mountain road, closed his eyes and breathed, and gradually settled down.

A hundred zhang away from the door of a splendid hall at the third peak, Lin Yan looked back at Wang Xiaomo and the Xu family brothers and sisters who were a little out of breath:

"Wang Xiaomo, this is the third peak, the inner gate Jing Pavilion, as the first place in this election, you can choose three exercises, you go in first."

Wang Xiaomo smiled obediently, walked forward to the main hall, and was about fifty zhang away from the main hall, and felt the strong pressure rushing towards him, and immediately felt that the coercion here was far stronger than the registration office of the outer gate, and the Sword Pavilion did not know how many times stronger, and he could not take a step forward at all.

"Wang Xiaomo, an outer disciple, was ordered to come and choose exercises."

Wang Xiaomo said loudly.

A cold snort came from inside the hall, like a thunderbolt exploding in Wang Xiaomo's ears, and then the door of the hall suddenly opened, and the pressure in front of Wang Xiaomo suddenly disappeared.

"This Qianyang Sect has a problem, either it can see through, or it will scream, or it will scare people."

Wang Xiaomo's face was a little pale, his stomach was slandered, and he walked towards the main hall.

"This guy doesn't know anything about any exercises, cultivation, magic weapons, he doesn't know anything, and he actually got the first place, it's a waste, see what exercises he can choose."

Xu Wan'er's face was still a little ugly at the moment, along the way, she completely discovered that this Wang Xiaomo didn't know anything about the way of cultivation, and she only knew how to condense her qi three times, thinking that she actually succumbed to such a person, she didn't feel aggrieved.

Wang Xiaomo entered the palace door lightly, but saw that in this hall, there was no one empty, only an old man in a golden robe was behind a jade table, half-asleep and half-awake napping, and behind him was a hundred-zhang high screen, which depicted a round of sunshine out of the sea.

"Identity tokens."

The golden-robed old man didn't even open his eyes and spoke.

Wang Xiaomo hurriedly took out the identity token from his arms, and the old man's consciousness swept away, and he pointed behind the screen with one hand and said:

"Let's go in, it's three hours, three exercises."

"Oh! Thank you seniors. ”

Wang Xiaomo gave a salute, and he was not polite, bypassed the jade table, and disappeared behind the screen.

The golden-robed old man remained motionless, but a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Wang Xiaomo walked behind the screen, but stood directly on the spot, only to see in front of him, a sea of jade slips, like a heaven and earth, and there was no limit at all at a glance.

"Oh my God! How can I choose? ”

Wang Xiaomo slowly walked into this sea of jade slips, each piece of jade slips hung in the sky like stars, dense, I don't know how many.

"To see, just imprint the divine consciousness on the jade slip and breathe, and it will come into your hands."

The voice of the golden-robed old man sounded in his ears.

"That's so much, how can three hours be enough?"

Wang Xiaomo had a wry smile on his face and said to himself.

"This is not a place where an outer disciple can come, the power of your divine sense is not enough, it is impossible to find it quickly, but the rules of the Jing Pavilion cannot be broken, you just follow the fate."

The voice of the golden-robed old man came to his ears again.

"Yes! The disciple understood. ”

Wang Xiaomo frowned sadly, slowly walked into the sea of jade slips, and gradually disappeared.

Three hours passed in a blink of an eye, and when the golden-robed old man opened his eyes, he saw Wang Xiaomo's eyebrows furrowed, holding three jade slips in his hand, already standing in front of him.

"Oh! Selected? Let me see what you picked? ”

The golden-robed old man smiled, stretched out his hand and lightly touched it, and the three jade slips immediately flew out of Wang Xiaomo's hands and were grabbed by him.

Under the sweep of his divine sense, his face gradually showed a strange color.

"Remnants of the Imperial Spiritual Technique, fragments of the Tiangang Sword Technique, fragments of the Ancient Demon Celestial Body Dafa."

Looking at the three broken three simple jade slips in his hand, the golden-robed old man couldn't help crying and laughing.

"There are tens of millions of exercises in the Jing Pavilion, and you little guy actually chose three fragments of exercises, and your luck is really good."

"There are too many, I keep picking, and in the end, when there is not enough time, I just took these three jade slips casually."

Wang Xiaomo looked at the golden-robed old man a little helplessly.

"Then why did you choose three broken jade slips?"

The golden-robed old man looked puzzled.

"I've heard that the older and more broken it is, the more valuable it is!"

Wang Xiaomo whispered a little mysteriously.

"Who told you this?"

The golden-robed old man asked in a trance

"A grandfather in Wangjia Village who played tomb robbery in his early years told me."

Wang Xiaomo said with a serious face.

"What? Wangjia Village? Grave? ”

The golden-robed old man almost fell off his chair.

..........

After a stick of incense, the door of the hall of the pavilion was opened, Wang Xiaomo looked satisfied, and walked out with his head up, and a long sigh came from the pavilion.

"Done choosing?"

Lin Yan looked at Wang Xiaomo with some curiosity on his face.

"Well, the elders in this scripture pavilion are really good people, seeing that the jade slips in my hands are too old, they actually replaced me with three new jade slips, what a good person."

Lin Yan was speechless for a moment.

"You're stupid! It is impossible for any sect or sect to give you the original version, so you can only use a new jade slip rubbing, you don't know? ”

Xu Wan'er really couldn't look at it, and the Wang Xiaomo in front of her simply didn't understand anything.

"Oh! I'm saying, why do you still make me swear or something, and don't leak it to anyone. ”

Wang Xiaomo's face showed a look of sudden realization.

"What a dirt bun."

Xu Qingfeng really couldn't stand Wang Xiaomo's stupid appearance, his eyes were full of boredom, and he walked towards the main hall of the Jing Pavilion.

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