Suddenly, the hanging painting hanging in the air fell, and another white piece of paper slowly fell on the desk.

Xue Xiaofeng's eyes rolled, smiled slightly, and said to himself: "Since you have come to the Ling Pavilion, Lao Tzu will also leave a hidden poem for the latecomers to look up to." ”

As he spoke, he gently smoothed the white paper that fell on the desk, held the brush in his hand with his bow, tapped the inkwell, and wrote:

The Xue family man has just grown up

Negative small cup remaining in ink

The paper hides the six words in the front

A breath is like a door

If you want to break the beauty, I am the only one

Que called for a grandfather

Xue Xiaofeng licked his tongue, looked at the six-line limerick in his hand, smiled slightly in his heart, and wrote at the signing place on the side: Xue Xiaofeng is a masterpiece.

The spiritual power floated over the poem in his hand and hung it in the position where the picture of the beauty was originally hung, Xue Xiaofeng clapped his hands decently, and wanted to leave, only to see the paper flickering slightly, revealing six blank grids.

Xue Xiaofeng scratched his head, and for some reason, he suddenly seemed to mean something, and wrote in six blank spaces: Xue Xiaofeng is my father.

At this time, I saw six big characters hidden in the white paper, and a spiritual light burst out.

Behind him, the door of the pavilion opened in an instant, and Xue Xiaofeng raised his right foot with satisfaction and walked out of the pavilion.

Walking through the corridor, thinking of those six words, Xue Xiaofeng covered the corners of his mouth and sneered, if nothing else, the next person to enter the painting pavilion was Que Tianyun, it can be imagined that when Que Tianyun held the brush and wrote down those six words, he would definitely vomit blood in anger.

However, before that, Xue Xiaofeng hoped that Que Tianyun would be able to grind and find out the twenty-four nodes, and only in this way could he have a good look at his masterpiece.

Near, at the end of the corridor are two iron doors cast in iron.

Xue Xiaofeng stepped forward, stood above the iron gate, and engraved these two words: Fang Yuan.

This is the third pavilion, called Fangyuan Pavilion, and it is said that before that, most people were eliminated from this pavilion.

Xue Xiaofeng paused, adjusted his spiritual power again, checked the wound on his chest, touched the spirit ring between his fingers with both hands, and swallowed a smooth jade-like spirit pill somewhere in his mouth.

Xue Xiaofeng sat on the ground, closed his eyes slightly, his hands hung under the dantian, and the spiritual power flowed in his hands.

After a short time, the spiritual power ran in the body for two weeks, before he slowly got up, looked down at his chest again, and saw that it was full of blood, and some seemed to be about to fall off, although it was in a good state, Xue Xiaofeng still didn't dare to be careless, and slowly took out the tattered white shirt from the spirit ring, and the spiritual power was scattered, tearing it apart, wrapping it tightly around his chest, wrapping the wound on his chest, and then pushing away Fang Yuan Pavilion.

There was a heavy roar from the iron door, and it was dark and misty inside, but it was a tiny platform that could be seen beneath the feet.

If you look closely, there are several very small stone slabs hanging over the dark sky in the distance.

Xue Xiaofeng's spiritual power surged, and his feet stepped out of place in an instant like cannonballs, slamming out from the mist of the dark sky, becoming more and more two feet high, and his body gradually slowed down.

However, when he saw that he was close to the stone slab suspended in the dark sky, he was about to step on it with his left foot in the depths of Xue Xiaofeng, and the slate swayed by and his body stepped into the air.

Xue Xiaofeng secretly screamed badly, the spiritual power of his arms was released rapidly, his spiritual fingers slid through his ribs, along his waist to his crotch, his arms and legs were spread, and his body showed three triangular spiritual curtains, and then, his arms swayed to control the direction and slid on the stone slab he was stepping on before.

As he finished this series of movements, his body slid rapidly, and he wanted to turn around and glide onto the stone slab where he had been fixed.

Xue Xiaofeng's body was in the air, his body staggered, and he flew down.

It was a lower sky, all voids, and there was no ground stepping on it, Xue Xiaofeng had no choice but to spread his arms and slide down quickly from top to bottom with a sense of spiritual sense.

Call!

A breeze swept across his cheeks, with a chill in the wind, piercing the flesh and skin, Xue Xiaofeng grinned, I don't know when he glided for a long time, and there was a whisper from below.

There was surprise in the words, and a fire lit up in that direction, shining into the dark sky.

"It's him. ”

Someone whispered, and it sounded in the dark air, it was a woman's voice.

Xue Xiaofeng braked his wings with spiritual power, gliding and falling.

Closer, it was two women in red uniforms, one with a blood-red flower on her head.

Yi Mengru, Fu Yueling.

At the time of the tight level, I didn't expect these two people to break out of the painting pavilion so quickly and enter the Fangyuan Pavilion

Xue Xiaofeng chuckled: "It's you." Slowly retracting his wings, the flame in Fu Yueling's hand landed on the ground and said, "You have also entered the Fangyuan Pavilion." ”

Fu Yueling smiled mysteriously and said, "Boy, I didn't see it, my spiritual power is so refined, and the second level of spiritual cultivation can defeat two third-level cultivators in a row." ”

Xue Xiaofeng shook his head and smiled bitterly, and asked curiously: "If I remember correctly, the Spirit Pavilion was the first to come here, how did you break out of the Painting Pavilion?"

Yi Mengru's beautiful eyes were lightly raised, and she said: "After we got out of the Spirit Pavilion, we saw someone whispering in the corridor, and vaguely heard the secret, so the four of us entered the Spirit Pavilion at the same time, and smeared the spirit ink on the twenty-four pieces of rice paper in front of it, and after coming out, I wanted to use the strength of the four people to enter the Fang Yuan Pavilion again, but after pushing open the iron door, a spiritual light passed through, and Fu Yuemin and He Wanjun disappeared for no reason. ”

After that, Xue Xiaofeng could guess without asking, after all, he was about to step on a stone slab just now, and his feet were shaky, and the stone slab disappeared out of sight for a while, falling into the darkness below.

"It's like a valley bottom. ”

Fu Yueling raised the torch in his hand and leaned around, surrounded by boulders.

Xue Xiaofeng put away his spiritual power, put the spiritual screen attached to his body into his body, and said: "According to the previous situation, the Spirit Pavilion is divided into nine pavilions, each pavilion is different, according to the above route, through the stone slab hanging in the air, you can pass this pavilion, but below, perhaps, over this big protruding mountain, you can pass this pavilion"

Fu Yueling, her beautiful eyes turned, she glanced at Xue Xiaofeng, and said, "Is it difficult for spiritual cultivation to climb over this mountain?"

"Ling'er, no matter what, we are deep in the darkness and can't see the surrounding scene, so let's climb up to a high place first to see what is going on. ”

After speaking, Yi Mengru slowly took a few steps backwards, and a few arrow steps, accompanied by spiritual power, jumped on a boulder.

Seeing this, Xue Xiaofeng's spiritual power surged, and he arched his right foot, wanting to make a momentum, but suddenly, he only felt that the placket behind him was being dragged fiercely.

"What are you doing. Xue Xiaofeng turned around and complained.

"Stinky boy, you really called me as a maid, I'm not your Wanjun. As he spoke, he threw the torch in his hand into Xue Xiaofeng's hand, lifted his sleeves, exposed his white wrists, and jumped on the boulder in a few small steps.

"Boy, throw the torch up. ”

Xue Xiaofeng pursed his lips, put his left foot slightly behind his right foot, squatted slightly with his feet, softened his voice, and said in a milky voice: "Oh, Your Majesty." ”