Ye Wudao Panxi sat quietly, put the made cigarette in his mouth, snapped his fingers with his right hand, and exploded when he touched the fire.

Ye Wudao lit a homemade cigarette and took a heavy puff under Chen Zhantian's stunned gaze.

The smoke was swirling, the inhalation of the mouth flowed into the lungs, the mouth felt bitter, Ye Wudao did not spit out the smoke, he felt dizzy and fainted on the spot.

"This little guy is too bold, he dares to smoke the smoke of enlightenment!" Chen Zhantian swept his senses and found that Ye Wudao had already settled down, and his mind was hooked by the barren stone tablet.

However, he also had to admire Ye Wudao's courage, the last old smoker who smoked Enlightenment Dao cigarettes is now bedridden and can't take care of himself.

"Is it possible that you can settle down immediately after taking a puff? No, this kid's organs are extraordinary, and if it were someone else, I am afraid that it would end miserably. Chen Zhantian looked at the barren stone tablet suspiciously, thinking to himself.

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"This is ......" Ye Wudao narrowed his eyes with difficulty, looking around and around him through a gap.

All around him was a yellow sand with no objects or creatures, and the ground under his feet was a patch of yellow sand.

The wind was very strong, blowing yellow sand all over the sky, it was difficult to open his eyes, Ye Wudao was secretly puzzled, and recalled in his heart what Chen Zhantian said about changing the sky.

"Impossible, this should just be an illusion, and I'm just a consciousness now!" Ye Wudao shook his head and rejected the idea.

He took a step forward and walked forward against the wind and sand.

Now he is only conscious, and he has no supernatural powers, everything only depends on consciousness, if the consciousness is not firm enough, maybe something terrible will happen.

The yellow sand was all over the sky, and the sound of the whirring wind resounded in the sky, Ye Wudao only felt as if he was standing still, and he couldn't confirm the direction at all.

Suddenly, he remembered a few people sitting next to the barren stone tablet, and wondered, will he meet those senior brothers?

This hope made him make up his mind, and he resolutely stepped forward.

Slightly squinted eyes, there is not much vision provided, it can only be relied on luck or feeling.

I don't know how long I walked again, Ye Wudao was really powerless, and his consciousness gradually dissipated.

He didn't understand what would happen if his consciousness dissipated, whether it would be consciousness death or leave the place.

Just when he was at a loss, his whole body fell into a state of weightlessness, as if he had fallen from an extremely high place.

"Poof!"

The feeling of the body smashing on the yellow sand is so real, Ye Wudao simply doesn't use his eyes to discern the direction, and when he says that he feels it, he has to feel it.

Meditate and contemplate and hold on with this ethereal consciousness.

The wind blows, the sand laps on the body, and the feeling of slow flow.

"What is this?" Ye Wudao woke up suddenly, forcibly opened his eyes, and what was waiting for him was a pile of sand, and he immediately rolled down unsteadily.

I don't know how long it took him to stop, although he suffered a great calamity, he was not discouraged, just when he was meditating, he felt a faint smell of smoke.

This smell was familiar to him, it was the enlightenment smoke that had been lit earlier, and the bitter taste was still there, which he remembered deeply, but now it was gone.

There are one and two, Ye Wudao ignored the wind and sand around him, and this time he made up his mind not to realize something, and he would never open his eyes!

After a while, Ye Wudao felt a trace of smoke again, which made him instantly have a faint sense of accomplishment in his heart.

He continued to concentrate, and I don't know how long it took, the smell of smoke disappeared, and the wind around him gradually became smaller and smaller, until it was a long time later, and the wind sound disappeared completely.

Ye Wudao slowly exhaled turbid air, opened his eyes, and resolutely found that the yellow sand in the sky had disappeared, the sky was blue and cloudless, and the earth was also full of grass.

An ancient voice sounded faintly, ancient and distant, as if it had seen through endless years.

The source of the sound is unknown, and when you feel it carefully, it is like a whisper between heaven and earth, which is the master of the sound.

"The ninth secret technique assessment, meditation, has ended, whether to choose the ninth secret technique, the examiner only has one chance to choose the secret technique, if he chooses, he will be expelled immediately. ”

Ye Wudao looked at the sky, thought for a moment and said, "I'll choose the next level!"

The words fell, and there was a burst of dizziness that only dared to fill Ye Wudao's consciousness, and soon he passed out, and when he opened his eyes again, the surrounding field had changed.

Ye Wudao, who had experienced it for the first time, did not panic and meditated quietly.

Surrounded by green waters and green mountains, birds singing and flowers, there is an old man next to the big lake 100 meters away, wearing a hat, wearing a robe, holding a fishing rod, it seems to be fishing?

Ye Wudao took a closer look, and was shocked to find that the old man's fishing rod had not entered the water, and it was still three inches away from the lake.

"Old gentleman, your fishing hook hasn't entered the lake yet!" Ye Wudao reminded him, slightly embarrassed.

Why is this scene in front of him so similar to Jiang Taigong fishing, and the willing person takes the bait?

However, the old man didn't pay attention to Ye Wudao, and said without looking back, "Three inches away from the lake, those who wish to take the bait." ”

"Oh, I'll go, how can this special coincidence?" Ye Wudao was terrified to the extreme, he didn't expect that he would encounter such a similar thing in this barren stone tablet.

"I don't know what kind of fish the old gentleman is catching?" Ye Wudao was a little embarrassed, and asked as if he had nothing to do.

When the old man heard this, he turned his head, the corners of his mouth turned slightly, and he looked at Ye Wudao and turned his head back.

Ye Wudao was even more shocked, this old man's face was too familiar, he was the one who played Jiang Shang in the Romance of the Gods TV series.

"No, how is this possible? Could it be that I have crossed over again?" Ye Wudao was speechless in his heart, not understanding what was going on, but at this time, the old man opened his mouth and answered Ye Wudao's previous question.

"This fish is suspicious by nature, three inches long, one inch wide, the fish scales are green all over, and the fish tail is as big as a folding fan, and the name is: Ye Wudao!"

When these words fell, the old man disappeared abruptly, and then a fishing rod flung over, hitting Ye Wudao directly.

"You old guy who relies on the old man and sells the old man, eat me with a punch!" Ye Wudao smashed down with a punch, and suddenly he just realized that he couldn't tolerate the old man in front of him playing with him like this.

The fist fell, and he stopped three inches away from the old man, and the fishing hook and fishing line had already tied Ye Wudao to death.

"The old man said, those who wish will take the bait!" The old man smiled faintly and walked towards a certain place with Ye Wudao.

"What is this eighth secret technique, why do the characters of the TV series appear, and how to crack it?" Ye Wudao racked his brains, not understanding what this eighth secret technique was assessing?

"Wait, the characters in the TV series, could it be that this is my memory world, is this an illusion?" Ye Wudao suddenly came back to his senses, forcibly stabilized his mind, and calmed down, but he couldn't feel the smell of smoke.

"If meditation doesn't work, then try this!" Ye Wudao's brain was rapidly constructed, and sure enough, a hairy monkey appeared in front of him.

The monkey is seven feet tall, dressed in red purple and gold armor, wearing a purple and gold crown, stepping on auspicious cloud boots and somersault clouds, it is the Monkey King who is the Monkey King!

The old man who was fishing for Ye Wudao was stunned for a moment, stopped, and looked at the hairy monkey in front of him vigilantly, without words.

He didn't speak, it didn't mean that Brother Monkey didn't move, but he saw the Great Sage Shenwei released, took out a golden hoop stick from his ear, and shouted: "Eat my grandson!"