"Brother Wen!" Hua Qian's voice came from a distance.

He walked over quickly, his face full of joy: "Brother Wen, who are you?"

Wen Moxi also smiled and said, "First of all, congratulations to Brother Hua for getting what he wanted! Although I was eliminated, Miss Ye is willing to accept me as a guard, and I can also stay in Wanyue Sect!"

Wen Moxi's words surprised these selected people, they have all watched Wen Moxi's three competitions, although Wen Moxi has no special strengths, but his strength is not weak, except for Wanyue Sect and Yun Baishan who are so picky, placed in other sects, it is definitely the focus of training.

Now he has to condescend to someone else's guard, and this guard is at most an outer disciple. In addition to sighing, everyone was secretly glad that they had been selected, which added to their pride in being selected as a disciple of Wanyue Sect.

"Brother Wen, you ......" Hua Qian didn't know how to speak, although the guards could also practice the exercises of the Wanyue Sect, but the status of the inner disciple was very different.

However, seeing the face of his friend who had always been depressed, there was a rare look of determination, Hua Qian didn't say anything in the end, but it was a pity that the family had already arranged for him to be a guard from the side clan. Fortunately, after several contacts, Hua Qian also felt that Ye Qing was a good person, and Wen Moxi should not suffer any grievances under his hands.

Suddenly, Hua Qian said, "Miss Ye, aren't you also eliminated?"

"Hehe, she is our Zeshan disciple. A monk of Wanyue who was waiting on the side said, he leaned on the stone wall with his hands on his chest, looking lazy.

Hearing this, everyone pricked up their ears, didn't the new disciple have to go through the outer gate for two years before entering the inner gate and joining the various lineages? Why would this person directly become a disciple of the first line of Zeshan?

It's a pity that this monk Zeshan didn't answer everyone's inner questions.

"Little one, you're pretty good, and you've got a good guard. Come on, let's go to the inner gate first. Zeshan's lazy disciple took out a flying sword and jumped up, and the flying sword continued to grow.

"Come up to both of you. He hooked his fingers at Ye Qing and Wen Moxi.

Ye Qing saluted calmly and said, "There are seniors!"

Then he jumped on the flying sword with Wen Moxi, and left this wide platform under the gaze of everyone full of complex emotions.

After Ye Qing left, Hua Qian naturally became the focus of everyone's attention, and people who knew him asked him one after another, and the rest also pricked up their ears, wanting to know the doorway.

Poor Hua Qian, at this time, he could only shake his head again and again, causing everyone to boo.

"I don't know what the seniors call it?" The speed of the flying sword was not very fast, and Ye Qing could barely open his mouth in the strong wind and asked.

"I'm not a senior, I'm Hu Lei, the third disciple of Wanfang Daoren. "The person who controls the flying sword has a calm breath and a loud voice, obviously his cultivation level is much higher than Ye Qing's.

"It turned out to be Senior Brother Hu, where are we going?" Ye Qing asked with difficulty.

"Zeshan, I heard that Master promised you a spiritual mountain. Although the wind was strong, Ye Qing still heard a hint of strangeness from Hu Lei's tone.

Under normal circumstances, only after the disciple has made great contributions or advanced to the Jindan realm, the sect will give Lingshan, like Ye Qing, who can get it as soon as he gets it, and the old disciples in the sect are not convinced, it is inevitable.

Since Ye Qing dared to accept this spiritual mountain, he was ready to be excluded and jealous. She stopped talking and quietly admired the scenery of Wanyue Mountain.

The mountains of Mangaksan rarely have gentle slopes, and each one is extremely steep, and it looks like it goes straight into the sky. With such a terrain, it is impossible to climb with both legs and hands, and can only control the flying magic weapon.

The flying sword flew faster and faster, Wen Moxi behind Ye Qing was already unstable, he squatted on the flying sword, his hands were tightly clenched on the edge of the flying sword, his palm was cut by the sharp blade of the flying sword, and under the high-speed flight, the blood converged along the sharp blade of the flying sword to the tip of the very tail, turned into blood beads, and fell down.

Ye Qingxin said: "This Hu Lei is not too young, why is he still so childish." ”

She gently touched the head of Wen Moxi, who was squatting behind her, with one hand, and quietly clenched her fist with the other, and a little powder fell from it.

Wen Moxi only felt that a pure wood attribute spiritual power had passed from Ye Qing's hand to his body, and he was shocked in his heart.

Doesn't it mean that only people who practice the same exercises can pass on spiritual power to each other? Why did he not feel the slightest rejection of the spiritual power transmitted from Ye Qing's hand, this spiritual power was extremely pure, and the effect of the most precious pill he had ever taken was better.

Spiritual power continued to flow into Wen Moxi's meridians, Wen Moxi also had a wood spirit root, and he immediately operated the dantian and took out the strongest defense to fight against the strong wind.

Finally, after a quarter of an hour, Hu Lei finally manipulated the flying sword and landed on a stone platform.

This stone platform is carved out near the summit of a towering mountain.

The mountain is taller than the surrounding ones, and is covered with lush vegetation.

Hu Lei smiled, like a warm spring breeze, making people unable to imagine the fact that they had embarrassed Ye Qing and Wen Moxi on the flying sword before.

"Here, this is the best place for us to gather spirits in the Zeshan lineage, Zeshan. With that, Hu Lei took Ye Qing and the two to the cave opened up in the mountain.

Walking to the door of the cave, Ye Qing paused slightly, and a line of words was engraved next to the cave: "Deze Qianqiu, all things are glorious."

Hu Lei said: "This is mentioned by Jin Luan Shangren, of course, the original work has been put away." Later, we will meet our Zeshan Elder Li. ”

Hu Lei took Ye Qing and Wen Moxi through the colorful streamer at the entrance of the cave and walked into the interior of the cave.

The interior of the cave is extremely large, and it seems that the entire interior of the mountain has been hollowed out, and there are many small holes in the stone wall for lighting and ventilation, so that there is no need to find another light source in the stone chamber during the day.

There are dense cabinets and lattices all around, and these cabinets and lattices all have very complicated prohibitions, which Ye Qing can feel even if he is far away.

"Uncle Shi, I brought the people. Hu Lei bowed and said to a meditating monk in the corner.

"This is Ye Qing, and the guards she brought into the sect. Hu Lei introduced to the monk.

Ye Qing hurriedly saluted: "Disciple Ye Qing, meet Elder Li." ”

Wen Moxi behind Ye Qing saluted with Ye Qing, but did not report his name, he is just a nameless guard now, and others call him just "Ye Qing's guard".

This Elder Li opened his eyes from the meditation, he only glanced at Ye Qing, and then fell on Wen Moxi's body: "This guard is good, the dual-attribute spiritual root, cultivated to the eighth turn of the Qi Realm." ”

Wen Moxi still stood behind Ye Qing with his head bowed, and he didn't mean to answer Elder Li.

Guards really shouldn't have accosted a casual conversation without being explicitly questioned.

Ye Qing said: "This is my friend, named Wen Moxi, who has seen through the illusion in his state of mind, and this time he does not hesitate to surrender his identity, and he also hopes to enter the Wanyue Sect, which is really sincere." ”