Mo Shaofeng stared at the abyss, only to see that it was pitch black below, and he couldn't see anything clearly. There is a chain bridge above the abyss, which is a few iron chains as thick as arms, which run through both sides of the abyss.

Mo Shaofeng hesitated for a while, standing on the iron chain, staggering, extremely dangerous. If it falls, it will be shattered.

Mo Shaofeng stabilized his body and ran on the chain. As long as you have a good balance, you won't fall. Mo Shaofeng walked on the ground and quickly passed the iron chain.

Mo Shaofeng fixed his eyes and found that there was a stone tablet in front of him, which was engraved with the words "Qingyun Mountain".

Mo Shaofeng was overjoyed in his heart, it turned out that the high mountain in front of him was the legendary Qingyun Mountain. Qingyun Mountain is hundreds of feet high, stretching for dozens of miles, with undulating peaks and peaks, towering into the clouds. There is a sect on Qingyun Mountain, called Qingyun Pavilion, which belongs to the bronze level force.

Hundreds of years ago, a strange man named Qingyunzi came to Qingyun Mountain, recruited talents, taught exercises, and founded Qingyun Pavilion. This Qingyunzi died at the age of five hundred and was the founding patriarch of Qingyun Pavilion. Before Qing Yunzi died, he had already cultivated to the realm of Martial Saint, but unfortunately, the oil ran out and he died soon.

The third generation of Qingyun Pavilion Pavilion Master Chen Yunfeng is a strong man in the realm of Martial King, who is over two hundred years old, and has three sons under his knees, all of whom are dragons and phoenixes among people.

When Mo Shaofeng was in Mojiazhuang, he heard about Qingyun Pavilion. Three years ago, Mo Yunhai, the owner of the village, personally went to Qingyun Pavilion to pray for an alliance, but was refused.

Mojiazhuang belongs to the black iron level force, and it is not worthy of an alliance with Qingyun Pavilion. Mo Yunhai was worried about this matter, thinking that Qingyun Pavilion was above the top, and it was difficult to achieve a big thing.

Mo Shaofeng stood at the foot of Qingyun Mountain, looked up, and saw a mountain road leading straight to the top of the mountain. The mountain road is paved with bluestone slabs, forming countless steps.

Mo Shaofeng stood below, like an ant. He mustered up his courage, stepped on the steps, and walked up.

Mo Shaofeng glanced at it and saw hundreds of people gathered in front of him, all of whom were young and handsome. These people lined up in a neat line and walked forward in an orderly manner.

Mo Shaofeng was at the back of the team, pondered for a while, and patted the shoulder of the young man in front of him. This young man was dressed in white, holding a folding fan in his hand, and his face was handsome, the same age as Mo Shaofeng.

The young man turned his head and arched his hand, "This brother, what advice do you have?"

Mo Shaofeng smiled: "Dare to ask Brother Tai, what is this for?"

The young man was stunned for a moment and said, "Qingyun Pavilion holds a stone test every ten years. Martial artists who have passed the test can join Qingyun Pavilion and have the hope of becoming a martial artist. ”

Mo Shaofeng was overjoyed, this opportunity was very important to him. As long as you pass the assessment, you can hope to join Qingyun Pavilion and become a martial artist. Mo Shaofeng has always struggled with the fact that he has no way to break through the martial arts realm, and now that the opportunity has come, how can he miss it.

Mo Shaofeng arched his hand and said: "Dare to ask brother, respect the surname?"

The young man said, "Call me Yang Yan." ”

"It turned out to be Brother Yang Yan, disrespectful and disrespectful. Mo Shaofeng smiled slightly and asked, "Where do these people come from, do they all want to join Qingyun Pavilion?"

Yang Yan said: "These people, including me, are all outstanding talents selected by the Black Iron Sect, and they joined Qingyun Pavilion in order to become a martial artist one day. ”

Mo Shaofeng said, "I heard that if you want to join the Bronze-level sect, you need a martial artist Ten Heavens?"

"That's right, these people you see are all Ten Heavenly Martial Artists. ”

Mo Shaofeng understood that these young people gathered in Qingyun Mountain just to join Qingyun Pavilion and become martial artists. Black iron-level sects like Mojiazhuang and Luojiabao only have the lowest level of exercises, and they can't become martial artists.

Whether it is the bipolar infinite flow or the giant elephant divine skill, it is all the exercises cultivated by martial artists, and they cannot be compared with the exercises of Qingyun Pavilion.

Joining Qingyun Pavilion, cultivating advanced exercises, and becoming a martial artist is the goal of life.

Mo Shaofeng looked carefully and found that there was a huge stone in front of the crowd. The stone is more than a meter tall and smooth as a mirror. As long as a warrior places his hand on the stone, it emits a different color of light.

Next to the stone stood an old man with gray hair and a name in his mouth.

Mo Shaofeng looked at it for a while and asked, "Brother Yang, why did you want to touch the stone when you joined Qingyun Pavilion?"

Yang Yan said: "This stone is called the test stone, as long as you put your hand on it, it will shine with different colors. Different colors represent different potentials. The darker the color, the greater your potential. ”

"If I have great potential, what will be the result?" Mo Shaofeng asked.

Yang Yan said: "It's very simple, you can put a genius halo on your head and become the pride of Qingyun Pavilion. ”

Mo Shaofeng nodded and asked, "What if I have little potential?"

"Then you will be unlucky, you can only be reduced to an ordinary disciple of the outer sect, and you can be bullied. ”

Mo Shaofeng understood that the test stone was to verify how much potential each person had. The higher the potential, the more resources you get. With a lot of resources to cultivate, you can soon become a martial artist and strive towards martial arts. If your potential is low, sorry, you have very few resources.

If a martial artist is originally stupid and does not have a lot of resources to cultivate, then you can only become the laughing stock of everyone, ridiculed, humiliated, and bullied.

This world is so cruel, the law of the jungle. The strong stand at the top of the food chain and look down on all beings, while the weak survive and are slaughtered.

When Mo Shaofeng was in Mojiazhuang, he was a waste who was humiliated. If Mo Shaofeng hadn't been beaten to death, and by chance, he had obtained a wisp of the remnant soul of the Terran Holy Venerable, it is estimated that his body would have turned white by now.

Through his own efforts, Mo Shaofeng finally cultivated to the Ten Heavens and defeated countless strong enemies before he would live to this day. Mo Shaofeng was unwilling to stay in the realm of martial artists, he wanted to become a martial artist and strive towards martial arts.

Mo Shaofeng was eager to try, believing that he had great potential and could obtain a lot of resources to become a martial artist.

At noon, the sun is hot. A young girl is dressed in goose yellow, and she has an aristocratic temperament when she raises her hands and feet. The girl had a nine-section whip around her waist and two gold bracelets on her wrists. The girl raised her head and put her white hand on the test stone, and suddenly emitted a black light.

The black light of the test stone shines brightly, attracting the attention of many people.

"It's a black glow, it's amazing. ”

"Who is this beauty! ”

The old man next to the test stone squinted his eyes and shouted, "Xuan Fengjiao, the potential value is level nine." ”

"Wow, it's actually level nine, it's amazing. ”

"I heard that the potential value is level nine, and that is a rare genius in a hundred years. ”

"There are such outstanding geniuses in my generation, and it is difficult for us to make a difference. ”

Xuan Fengjiao couldn't help but feel a little happy when she heard someone praise herself. A young man dressed in green clothes and carrying a long sword walked out and led Xuan Fengjiao directly into Qingyun Pavilion. Some martial artists with average qualifications were waiting for news outside Qingyun Pavilion, and only a few people such as Xuan Fengjiao were directly led in.

This is the treatment of a genius, directly enter Qingyun Pavilion, become a disciple of the Inner Sect, obtain a lot of resources, and become a martial artist as soon as possible.

Xuan Fengjiao is only fifteen years old, with great potential and a bright future.

(End of chapter)