Fortunately, Dongfang Zimo was already in the Great Perfection of Qi cultivation at this moment, and his divine sense was far stronger than that of ordinary Qi cultivation cultivators.

After the divine consciousness was pressed to the point that he could only detect a distance of about ten zhang, he still found a way out.

Coming to the bottom of the mountain peak, looking at the steep mountain peak that is thousands of zhang high, Dongfang Zimo only has expectation and no fear in his eyes.

Although this mountain peak is straight and scary, in Dongfang Zimo's eyes, it is as easy to climb as if it is on the ground.

Halfway up the mountain, I suddenly saw buildings in front of me.

Dongfang Zimo jumped down easily and landed smoothly on the ground.

"It's really a fairyland!" Dongfang Zimo's eyes flashed with a hint of essence, looking at the white-walled and tiled houses in front of him, as well as the steps made of jade, and the cranes crying all around, surrounded by clouds and mist, like a place that does not eat fireworks in the world.

Just as Dongfang Zimo was fascinated by it, a gust of wind suddenly blew behind him.

Dongfang Zimo was shocked, and when he looked back, he saw a young man in a brown robe flying over him with a sword.

The young man was tall, with good facial features, not angry and arrogant, and he looked cold.

The brown-robed young man just glanced at Dongfang Zimo below, and then left indifferently as if he had nothing to do.

"Wait, can this brother come down and talk about it!" Dongfang Zimo saw that the man was leaving, and immediately asked loudly.

"Now there is still a month before the sect recruits disciples." The brown-robed young man seemed to know the purpose of Dongfang Zimo's visit, and after saying it indifferently, he ignored the other party and flew directly into the building in front of him.

"There's still a month to go...... Am I too early? Dongfang Zimo muttered to himself when he heard this.

After wandering around for nearly a cup of tea, Dongfang Zimo had no choice but to return in a huff after being convinced that Fang Cai's words were not lying.

After going down the mountain and leaving the misty realm, Dongfang Zimo, who was walking on the road, was thinking about his next plan.

Just as he was walking absentmindedly, an old man's voice suddenly sounded in all directions.

"Shhh It was strange that this person was just a Qi cultivator and was haunted by so many evil qi. ”

Dongfang Zimo immediately became vigilant when he heard this, and the sword on his waist came out of its sheath with a bang.

"Who's sneaking around here!" Dongfang Zimo said in a heavy tone. But he could not find the owner of the voice.

At this time, an old man in a white robe appeared out of nowhere and snatched the long sword in Dongfang Zimo's hand.

"This sword is so powerful, no wonder it can make the old man look away." The white-robed old man was dressed in fairy wind bones, and there was a golden mark between his eyebrows, and he was looking at the sword in his hand with a solemn face at this moment.

"My sword! Senior: Why is this? Dongfang Zimo was angry when he saw that the sword was taken away, but after seeing the unfathomable mana of the old man, he immediately calmed down, and asked in awe.

"Where did you come from this sword, how long have you been carrying it with you, although you can temporarily suppress the evil qi of this sword, but if it breaks out out of control, I am afraid that it will harm others and yourself." The white-robed old man ignored Dongfang Zimo, didn't even look at him, just looked at the sword in his hand that was as black as ink.

"This sword has always been with me, although I don't know the origin, but it is extremely important to the juniors, and I ask the seniors to return it to the juniors." Dongfang Zimo said with an ugly face.

"You can't suppress this sword yet, and hand it over to me for you for the time being, and when you have the ability to control this sword in the future, the old man will return it to you." The white-robed old man flashed in his hand, and the sword disappeared, and after glancing at Dongfang Zimo, the old man directly turned into a ray of light and flew away from here.

"Shhh This person can go to the sky freely without flying with an imperial weapon, it is not a Jindan monk! Dongfang Zimo's face was pale, and a lot of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

However, after relieving himself, Dongfang Zimo showed a hint of anger.

That saber is very important to Dongfang Zimo, and there are even clues about his background.

Now that this sword has been snatched away so inexplicably, how can this not make him sad and angry.

But the other party's cultivation is obviously above Dongfang Zimo, so he can't help it. Dongfang Zimo would not be stupid enough to provoke a person with Jindan cultivation.

After being lonely in place for a long time, Dongfang Zimo had to find an inn nearby to live in.

After all, there was still a month left before the time for the Hechuan Yang Clan to recruit disciples.

Fortunately, the white-robed old man also said that when he could have the strength to suppress this sword, the sword would be sent back.

Dongfang Zimo didn't know what the old man in the white robe was talking about in order to be considered powerful.

It was just a verbal word, and Dongfang Zimo naturally didn't believe the words of the white-robed old man.

But he also knew that when he had that strength, even if the white robe refused to send the sword back, he would come to the door.

In the following month, Dongfang Zimo sometimes meditated in the room to practice qi, and sometimes walked outside.

The days soon came to the time for the Yang Sect to recruit disciples.

Of course, there are almost hundreds of people who come here from such a big sect, and most of them are cultivators above the cultivation level of Qi cultivation, and there is not a single mortal involved in it.

Some of these people come in pairs of four or five, some come with friends, and some act alone.

Dongfang Zimo went alone.

However, when the passers-by around them saw Dongfang Zimo's cultivation of Qi Perfection, they couldn't help but be amazed.

Some of the timid and fearful ones are even more directly avoided.

There were also some passers-by who wanted to make friends who came over to talk and invite, but they were all rejected by Dongfang Zimo one by one.

After those people were rejected, instead of being angry, they respectfully said goodbye, after all, Dongfang Zimo was a great consummation of qi training, who would dare to provoke him.

After passing through the misty realm and climbing halfway up the mountain, these people who wanted to worship the Yang Sect finally arrived at their destination.

However, there are some people who arrived earlier than them, after all, not all of them can't fly like Dongfang Zimo.

Some monks who are wealthy or have learned to fly with imperial weapons have taken out all kinds of magic weapons and passed them back and forth in the mountain peaks.

Soon the place was filled with hundreds of people.

It's bustling and noisy.

A few hours later.

Suddenly, three monks flew out of the building in front of them.

Among the three, the leader is a bearded middle-aged man with a cultivation in the early stage of foundation building.

"Welcome all Daoists to come and join our Hechuan Yang Clan, I am Yang Zhi, the person in charge of this recruitment conference. The recruitment conditions this time are still the same as the previous ones, all disciples who have reached the fifth level of Qi cultivation can join this sect, if they are below the fifth layer, please go back consciously. But if anyone dares to cause trouble, don't blame us for being ruthless! The middle-aged man named Yang Zhi announced loudly. However, in the last sentence, his tone became cold.

Everyone present also became extremely quiet because of the presence of these three people.

However, as soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, he heard someone sighing.

"Hey, I thought the conditions would be changed to the fourth layer this time......"

"Let's go, let's go......"

A large number of people went down the mountain in despair.

Those who left were all unqualified.

Dongfang Zimo looked at the backs of those people, and could only smile helplessly.

If these people were in a sect like the Qingshan Yun Clan, they would definitely be regarded as Elders of the Hakqing.

After all, except for the elders of these small clans, who are qi cultivators, the rest of the disciples are all mortals.