This was already a week after Ling Zhi joined the Luoxia Sect.

For a week, Ling Zhi spent most of his time soaking in the Treasure Pavilion, except for a small amount of time to learn about the various rules of the Luoxia Sect.

Of course, he entered the Treasure Pavilion for a different purpose than the others. Others generally enter and select various martial arts techniques, but he is dedicated to reading the various logs left by those predecessors.

What is a little speechless is that even if it is only the first and second floors of the Treasure Pavilion, the opening time for every outer disciple is only one hour a day. And whether it is exercises or martial arts, magazines and records can only be borrowed one at a time.

"No, or no, why is that?"

Putting down a notebook of predecessors, Ling Zhi sat on the ground a little dejectedly, and a faint sense of loss flashed in his eyes.

After all, unlike other martial artists, even based on various restrictions and rules, for a week, Ling Zhi still read most of the notes of his predecessors on the first and second floors, but what he didn't expect was that among these various experiences, Ling Zhi didn't see half a shadow of the thunder tribulation at all.

"Could it be that the rules of this world are different, so there is no such thing as a thunder tribulation? Or is it that this second layer is just a very low-level knowledge of some exercises, and the realm of the predecessors who left notes is not enough, so they don't know anything about the thunder tribulation?"

Thinking of this, Ling Zhi suddenly had a strong urge to enter the third or fourth floor to have a look.

"Huh, no, although I can't go to the third or fourth floor yet, my divine sense is not restricted by these rules, why can't I reach out and look at it?"

It's not that Ling Zhi didn't think about using his divine sense to cheat, but in fact, for a week, just reading the various notes on the first and second floors had taken him a lot of time, and he didn't have the energy to take care of anything else at all.

Now that he thought of it, Ling Zhi naturally would not hesitate. As for the door rules and restrictions, Ling Zhi didn't even think about it. The reason why he came to Luoxia Sect was for this matter, and Luoxia Sect treated the disciples in the sect differently like this, which would not make him have any good feelings.

After a little observation of the four fellow disciples on the lower floor who were reading the exercises and martial arts, Ling Zhi got up from the ground, picked up a book of exercises casually, and pretended to read it carefully, but his divine sense was secretly released, and he rushed down the stairs on the second floor towards the third floor.

"Dangdangdang......"

Suddenly, a piercing bell rang, and almost at the same time, Ling Zhizhi felt his scalp tingle. The protruding consciousness seemed to be impacted by some force, and at the same time as it was cut off, a sharp pain like a pinprick insect bite rushed back along the severed consciousness, stimulating the pain of his sea of consciousness tearing.

"Uh......"

Ling Zhi's throat let out a low groan, and he didn't know where he had been discovered. But before he could anoint the soles of his feet, a strong coercion came to his face, causing his face to change.

"Ahh

At this time, a scream came out, and Ling Zhi raised his head violently, only to realize that he was not the only one who was oppressed. At this moment, all the disciples on the floor turned pale, and some of them were not strong-minded, and they even burst out of blood from their mouths and noses, and they collapsed to the ground.

"All the disciples of the Treasure Pavilion obey the order, and within ten breaths, all of them will withdraw, otherwise they will be killed!"

A deep and majestic voice sounded, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

Ling Zhi's eyes condensed slightly, and his heart twitched even more.

Careless!

All along, Ling Zhi has been in contact with some low-level martial artists, which has formed a kind of inertia in his subconscious, that is, in this world of martial artists, no one can discover his divine sense at all.

But now he knew that this was the Luoxia Sect, a great sect that might have the existence of a heaven-level martial artist. Don't say that the legendary characters of the heaven-level martial artists, just the ground-level martial artists, the strength is far superior to him, even if there is no divine sense, how strong will the divine thoughts belonging to the martial artists be?

In a place like the Treasure Pavilion, which is related to the inheritance of a sect, how can there be no means of defense?

Ling Zhi couldn't allow for hesitation, after the coercive voice came out, the surrounding crowd had already frantically rushed towards the door, and at this time Ling Zhi didn't dare to show even the slightest hesitation.

"Huh, is that you?" Ling Zhi had just rushed to the staircase on the first floor, and a voice came to his ears.

Fang Han mingled in the crowd, looking at him with a touch of unfathomable in his gaze, "Senior Brother Ling really loves to learn, Fang has been observing Senior Brother Ling for several days, I found that since the beginning, Senior Brother Fang has come to this treasure pavilion every day."

But what makes me very curious is, Senior Brother Ling has read through these classics, why haven't you seen even one of them?"

"What do you mean?" Ling Zhi's eyes were cold, and a sharp edge flashed in his eyes. From the first time he saw this person, he always felt that this person was a little evil.

"It's not interesting, just talk about it, ah, Senior Brother Ling, let's not delay, you see, everyone is out!"

Fang Han shrugged his shoulders in a chic manner, showed a smile at Ling Zhi, and in the next second, he had already followed the crowd and quickly walked out of the Treasure Pavilion Building.

"No matter who you are, no matter what your purpose is, it's best not to mess with me, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!"

Looking at Fang Han's disappearing back, Ling Zhi frowned and said to the other party. After Fang Han heard Ling Zhi's transmission, his body paused obviously, but he didn't look back, but continued to follow everyone and run outside. I don't know if I heard it.

When Ling Zhi came to the outside of the Treasure Pavilion Building, there were already hundreds of people standing outside. Among them, they were divided into two teams, and about twenty or so Xuanwu Realm martial artists stood together, and almost all of these people were inner disciples. The other more than seventy people were all outer disciples of the Huangwu Realm, and one or two low-level Xuanwu Realm were mixed in.

In front of these two teams, two old men in gray were looking at them with cold faces. One of them, Ling Zhi, an old man with gray hair and a thin torso, knew that he was the caretaker at the gate of this treasure pavilion.

"All stand in their respective camps!"

After seeing the last group of people who followed Ling Zhi out, the thin old man gave them a command, and then looked up at another old man with gray hair and a majestic momentum: "Elder, all the people have come out!"

"Hmm!"

The gray-haired old man nodded lightly, then turned around, and said in a deep voice to the treasure pavilion behind him: "I don't know which friend has come to this sect?

The voice was rolling, high but not high-pitched, but with a three-point majesty, and the air seemed to tremble.

However, there was no response!

Regardless of the coercion of the gray-haired old man to the limit, after three consecutive questions were issued, there was no response in the Treasure Pavilion, let alone anyone showing up to meet him.

"Since my friend dares to spy on the Treasure Pavilion of the Sect with his divine thoughts, he doesn't dare to show up to meet you?

After the gray-haired old man said this, his figure flashed, and he didn't see how he behaved, and the whole person had disappeared from everyone's eyes.

In the blink of an eye, a few breaths passed, and under the empty treasure pavilion, the unsurnamed elder appeared again. At this moment, I saw that his face was pale, and there was a cold killing intent in his eyes.

"Elder, did you find anything?" the old man guarding the treasure pavilion immediately stepped forward and asked.

"No, but Rashomon won't warn for no reason, there must have been a divine thought invasion in the Treasure Pavilion just now!"

After the elder finished speaking, his sharp gaze fell on the two teams in front of him like a blade, "From the time I got the warning to the time the old man came here, there were only a few breaths in between it, if there was really an invasion of outsiders, it would never be possible to take advantage of this to slip away, unless ......"

As he said this, his pupils shrank suddenly, releasing a dazzling essence like the sun, "Unless, the enemy is among you!"

As soon as these words came out, the crowd immediately changed color, even Ling Zhi, his eyes were slightly condensed, and he deliberately lowered his head. It's not that he can't stand the gaze of the unsurnamed elder, but that others don't dare to look at him, and if he doesn't bow his head, he will be exposed immediately.

"No matter who you are, I hope you stand up yourself, the old man will give you ten breaths of time to consider, if no one stands up after ten breaths, the old man will use the soul search technique, I think, since you can stand here and become the disciple of my Luoxia Sect, there are sequelae of soul searching, you should understand!"

"Soul Searching, Elder wants to use Soul Searching on so many of us?"

"Elder, be merciful, it's not me, I'm just an ordinary Huangwu Realm disciple, beg the elder to spare my life!"

"No, I don't want to be an idiot, Elder, it's really none of my business, please don't use soul searching on me!"

When the crowd heard that the unsurnamed elder was going to use the soul searching technique, they all changed color, and many of them even knelt on their knees crying and begging for mercy.

Ling Zhi stood in the crowd, his face also becoming ugly. It had been more than ten years since he came to this world, and although he had not seen anyone use soul searching in particular, he had heard many rumors.

It is said that the soul searching technique can only be used by high-level martial artists, and to be precise, only ground-level martial artists can be used if they have cultivated or above. And the object of the application must be a person who is lower than oneself. When a high-level martial artist forcibly performs soul searching on a low-level martial artist, the caster will become deranged, and in the most serious case, the soul will even dissipate, turning into a corpse that has lost its soul.

"The elders are merciful, can you listen to the disciple?"

At this time, suddenly a voice sounded from the crowd, and after hearing this voice, Ling Zhi's whole person shook violently, and he couldn't help but look at the person who spoke.

Fang Han seemed to know that Ling Zhi was looking at him, and threw a playful smile at this side, spun it away, turned into a respectful smile, and walked towards the crowd.

"Fang Han, an outer disciple, has seen two elders, and begs the elders' subordinates to be merciful and not to use the soul searching technique on everyone. ”

"Reason!" Elder Wei's face was gloomy, and his gaze was even sharper than a file scraping on Fang Han's face.

"The reason is very simple, because the disciple knows the reason for Rashomon's warning just now!"

Fang Han replied unhurriedly, then raised his head slightly, his gaze slowly swept towards the crowd behind him, and finally fixed on Ling Zhi's body.