It's been a year in the blink of an eye.

The disciples with the worst talent of Cuizhu Peak have all reached the level of the fifth layer of Qi training, and Shang Yingluo has reached the ninth layer of Qi training in a jaw-dropping manner, and he is only one step away from being able to advance to the Dao realm, go to the Treasure Cliff to obtain the natal magic weapon, and then become the true Taoist sect.

It is said that the female sword immortal of the Dao Sect only took one year to refine the Qi Realm to enter the Dao Realm.

No one was worried that she would fail, just as no one believed that Shen Yu would be able to step into the Treasure Cliff.

In the past year, most people have known that Cuizhu Peak has an introductory disciple named Shen Yu, who has remained at the first level of qi cultivation until now.

Just when everyone was working hard to cultivate in order to step into the Treasure Cliff and seek the natal magic weapon, an exciting news came.

The introductory competition is about to begin.

In this generation, the Dao Sect recruited a total of more than 100 people, some of them were in Cuizhu Peak, and the rest were practicing in Yunwu Peak, and their guide was another third-generation disciple, Li Hanyue.

The introductory competition is a practice that the Taoist Sect has continued from hundreds of years ago, and after a year of cultivation for new disciples, the two peaks of Cuizhu Peak and Cloud Mist Peak each select a few beginner disciples who are at the top of the realm to compete.

Every time there is a competition, some elders of the Jindan Realm of the Four Halls and the Seven Peaks will come to watch the battle and probe the hearts and talents of these people, as well as some of the disciples who were originally optimistic.

Taoist Sect, in front of the Yanfa Palace.

Seeing a real person dressed in green clothes, he walked in front with his hands in his hands, followed by a group of young disciples with extraordinary temperament.

"What qualifications does he have to participate, at the realm of the first level of Qi refining, he will be beaten by those people in Cloud Mist Peak when he will compete, and he will not only lose his face, but even those of us will be laughed at." A snarky voice rang out from the crowd.

This loud young man is called Jiang Shaoqiu, one of the few disciples of Cuizhu Peak who has a prefecture-level Dao body, and in the past year, his cultivation speed is second only to Shang Yingluo, and he often refers to himself as the senior brother of Cuizhu Peak.

As soon as he spoke, everyone looked at the handsome young man at the back of the crowd.

Jiang Shaoqiu is right, among the disciples who came this time, the lowest is also the cultivation of the fifth level of qi refining, and Shen Yu, who only has the first layer of qi refining, isn't coming here to be humiliated and laughed at?

Ming Jian also heard these words, and his face remained unchanged.

The lazy and withdrawn Shen Yu took the initiative to ask for it, which surprised him a little, but he didn't refuse.

Maybe this kind of competition can arouse this young man's fighting spirit, after all, this kind of genius with a clear Dao heart and a ground-level Dao body is really a pity if it is wasted like this.

Shen Yu always walked far behind alone, completely ignoring everyone's eyes, looking at the surrounding clouds, mountains and fog, and being content.

Yanfa Palace, one of the four halls of Taoism.

The magnificent palace stands on the top of the mountain, and only the corners of some buildings loom in the clouds.

In front of the hall is a wide square, and you can't see the end at a glance.

As soon as everyone arrived at the square, they saw a person walking towards them with a greeting and a smile.

"Senior brother, I haven't seen you for a long time." That man was the same as Ming Jian, he was also in a green robe, but the difference was that he was carrying a turquoise jade flute in his hand.

Ming Jian's face was still indifferent, and he said casually: "Senior Brother Hanyue, I haven't seen you for a long time. ”

Both of them are third-generation disciples, and they are both the guides of this group of beginner disciples, so naturally there will inevitably be some competition.

Li Hanyue said with a smile: "Today's competition, you and I will each have ten people from each peak, which side will all lose, and this competition will end, how about it?" ”

Ming Jian looked at the high platform that had been prepared a long time ago and said, "Yes." ”

The two guides competed with each other, and the disciples below also looked at each other unpleasantly, and each was eager to try, even if it was a senior brother from the same sect.

Young people, after all, are young and vigorous.

Finally, one of Cuizhu Peak's disciples took the lead and stepped onto the high platform.

Jiang Shaoqiu pretended to be an old man, saluted everyone, and said loudly: "Cuizhu Peak introductory disciple Jiang Shaoqiu, which of you will come first." ”

"Qi refining is at the eighth level, this person is really qualified to be the first to come to the stage, such a talent, it's really good."

Seeing this scene, Li Hanyue smiled slightly and asked, "Why didn't you see that talented legendary little junior sister?" ”

Once Shang Yingluo enters the Tao, she will definitely be accepted as a true disciple by the hall master of the four halls, in this case, the seniority is naturally the same as him, and it is not wrong to call her a junior sister at this time.

Seeing that he didn't want to say more, he said lightly: "She is in retreat." ”

"Tsk, worthy of being a legendary little junior sister, this kind of talent is really enviable."

Li Hanyue sighed with emotion, and then said: "I heard that there is also a disciple named Shen Yu, who is a ground-level Dao body, and has been practicing for a year, but he is still refining qi, senior brother, how did you teach it, it's really a bit difficult, haha." ”

Seeing and hearing the words, his face was a little ugly, and he didn't speak.

In this year's time, Shen Yu has long become an alternative to the disciples of the Dao Sect, and has become a joke in their mouths.

Having a prefecture-level Dao body, being lazy, not going to practice, and traveling in the mountains and rivers, in the eyes of some people, there are naturally some problems with this guide.

Ming Jian endured his anger and looked back at the rear, swept it, and was a little helpless.

The boy is gone again.

......

Shen Yu left the crowd very early and walked alone to a remote mountain road, used to being alone, and no one noticed him.

The Taoist sect has four halls, Duzhen, Yanfa, Yuansheng, and Qinglu.

And there is a road to the abyss in the mountain behind the Yanfa Palace, which is called the Dao of the Heart, which is one of the three wonders of Taoism.

That's why Shen Yu is here today.

The forest is deep and leafy, and the winding paths are secluded.

After Shen Yu walked through the woods, a huge stone platform suddenly appeared in front of him, and the strange stone platform stretched out of the cliff, and there was a wooden house not far away.

At the forefront, a stone bridge that can only accommodate one person, connects to a steep stone peak floating in the sea of clouds.

The surrounding aura was surging, and the cold wind was cold.

The first time Shen Yu came, he didn't know about this strange scene, but his Dao heart was clear, and when he first arrived at the Yanfa Palace, he felt the breath in the back mountain.

But wherever the aura is strong, he can feel it from a long distance.

Shen Yu did not hesitate, walked forward slowly, and suddenly raised his sword eyebrows and turned his head to look.

The wooden house has two floors, and on the bamboo chair in the corridor on the second floor lies an old man with a white beard.

Shen Yu was a little surprised, because it was easy to find the person, but he didn't barely realize it until he got closer.

Some, unfathomable.

The old man's eyes were closed, and his right hand swiped slightly, as if he was humming a little song, and he didn't bother to pay attention to the handsome young man at all.

Shen Yu retracted his gaze and continued to walk towards the stone bridge.

The aura on the stone bridge is not calm, the wind is constantly blowing, so that people can't open their eyes, and under the bridge is an abyss, and if you fall down, you will be crushed.

When ordinary people saw this situation, they would definitely not take risks easily, but Shen Yu stepped on the stone bridge casually without the slightest hesitation.

The boy walked in the wind, his long sleeves flying, and the cold wind did not hinder him.

The irregular aura hidden in the sea of white clouds hit the cyan robe from time to time, making a crisp sound of gold and iron.

On the wooden house, the old man opened his cloudy eyes slightly, a little moved.

After a while, Shen Yu easily walked down the stone bridge and came to a steep stone peak floating in the sea of clouds.

Shen Yu stood near the peak, and in the clouds and mist in front of him, countless ethereal spiritual qi formed irregular lines, constantly flowing and flipping in the sky, sometimes colliding with each other, sometimes scattering.

These lines are full of spirituality and intertwine into a dreamy wonderland.

But what Shen Yu felt was the huge power contained in those aura lines, even if it was a monk with a deep realm, as long as he touched a trace, he was afraid that his soul would be scattered in an instant.

"Okay."

Shen Yu bowed slightly, unable to say whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied, and then closed his eyes and took a breath.

These days, the aura in his body has accumulated a lot, but it still can't reach the critical point, and the speed of cultivation is still too slow.

Therefore, he needed to find something with a stronger aura and even more violent aura, such as the aura of the spiritual treasure contained in the mountain behind the Yanfa Palace.

Between heaven and earth, a silver-white spiritual treasure qi was sucked into the Linghai dantian with his breathing, followed by the second and third paths.

Between nine breaths, Shen Yu exhaled nine times, and a total of nine spiritual treasure qi was integrated into his body.

After nine breaths.

In the mountain behind the Yanfa Palace, the sound of cranes chirping and spirit insects disappearing, and in the sea of clouds, the qi of those tumbling spirit treasures seems to be a lot quieter.

The sudden calm, a little sudden, seemed to contain something, silent.

In the distance, the old man on the bamboo chair sighed, looked at the sea of clouds, and was a little stunned.

Suddenly, the aura around Shen Yu swelled violently, and then suddenly collapsed like a black hole, disappearing into his body.

The beautiful young man opened his eyes, his whole body seemed to have changed slightly, and it seemed that there was no one, and he turned to leave.

"What's your name?"

When Shen Yu returned to the stone platform, he heard the old man's inquiry.

"Shen Yu."

The mountain behind the Yanfa Hall is the important place of the Taoist Sect, if the old man is unwilling to leave by himself, things will be a little troublesome, thinking of this, Shen Yu still said his name.

"That Shen Yu from Cuizhu Peak?"

"Hmm."

"Hehe, it seems that the rumors are not true, people outside have some misunderstandings about you, yes, would you like to enter my Yanfa Palace?"

"You are?"

"Dao Xuan."

"The Lord of the Yanfa Palace, Dao Xuan Zhenren?"

"Yes."

Shen Yu understood and nodded slightly, this old man should appear here.

"Let's talk about it."

Dao Xuan Zhenren nodded, didn't care about the other party's rudeness, and waved him away.

"That little girl who learned swords watched the sea of clouds here back then, outsiders only knew that it took a year, but they didn't know that the girl's first year was all about fun, and it only took nine days to really practice to break through the realm, one day a day, and after nine days, it was to enter the Dao realm."

Looking at the departing back of the young man in the green shirt in the distance, the old man was a little incredulous, and muttered: "And this kid.... Above the sea of clouds, between nine breaths, one breath and one weight, almost one step into the Dao, such a shocking method of breaking the realm, is there another true immortal in my Dao Sect decades later. ”