Early the next morning.

Lei Yinyun and Fan Yi respectively rode the horses that had been prepared, and galloped all the way towards the direction where Wu Zong was.

After 14 days of travel, there were no accidents.

At this moment, the sky has just dawned.

Four tall horses jumped out of the crack in the valley and stepped into the territory of Wuzong's mountain gate.

In front of him is an open field, with countless villages scattered around, what appears to be a city, but in fact it is a large market town.

The town is full of pedestrians, and everyone has a reverence on their faces.

When you enter it, you will find that there are many shops in the streets, many inns, and many blacksmith shops for forging weapons.

That's called a lively very.

This is under the gate of Wuzong Mountain, the only gathering place of the human race, and countless people who ask for immortals to ask questions will come here.

It's just that some monks stayed because they didn't meet the requirements of the Martial Sect because of their age, and occasionally the real people of the Martial Sect went down the mountain and could still listen to the sermons.

Lei Yinyun was the first to dismount and walk towards the town with the reins.

Fan Yi and the three of them did the same, and they all followed.

It took more than an hour for them to finish the town.

The scene in front of me is magnificent.

In the distance are more than a dozen high mountains that have sunk into the sky, and across the town is a wide lake.

There are boats coming and going on the wide lake,

The boat is not big, it can only accommodate three or four people.

The men on the ship were all wearing blue robes, and the women were all wearing blue dresses.

Some carry long knives on their backs, some hang long swords from their waists, and a very small number of people can hold spears, halberds, plate axes, and so on.

These are all disciples of the Martial Sect.

When Lei Yinyun saw a small boat coming, he stepped forward, and when the monk on the boat came down, he took the initiative to talk to the boatman.

"Boatman, can you extradite the three people next to me across the lake?"

The boatman was about sixty years old, and his figure was slightly thinner, but his arms were exposed, and he didn't feel cold, and he looked like his muscles were bulging, not like ordinary people.

The boatman touched his beard and asked:

"Did you come to Wuzong to ask, or do you want to worship the mountain gate?"

Lei Yinyun smiled:

"Don't dare to ask, just worship the mountain gate."

The boatman moved his gaze to Fan Yi and the others, and said with a smile after reading it:

"The gate of Wuzong Mountain is wide open, recruiting the younger generation cultivators of all large and small cities, come up, the old man is willing to cross the lake for you."

Hearing this, Lei Yinyun took out a cloth bag from his coat pocket, and then handed it to the boatman and said:

"Hundreds of spirit stones, I'm tired."

When the boatman saw Lei Yinyun's generous shot, he naturally took it.

Lei Yinyun asked Fan Yi and the three of them to get on the boat, but he stood still and didn't leave.

Bai Yanfeng hurriedly said:

"Uncle Lei, aren't you going up the mountain with us?"

Lei Yinyun waved his hand and said:

"Sending the three of you on the ship, my task is also completed, the affairs in Tianlong City are heavy, and I must rush back as soon as possible."

Bai Yanfeng wanted to say something, but the boatman accosted him and said:

"It turned out to be Tianlong City, no wonder the shot was so generous, rest assured, I will send these three children to the other side safely and ring the bell of knocking on the mountain."

Lei Yinyun clasped his fists at the boatman, then looked at Fan Yi and said:

"Fan Yi, in the future, the three of you must ask the truth and take care of each other."

Fan Yi nodded.

Jiang Jixue smiled:

"Uncle Lei has worked hard all the way, go back and tell my father that Ji Xue will not let him down."

Bai Yanfeng had no choice but to wave his hand.

Lei Yinyun grabbed the four horses and turned to leave.

The boatman laughed:

"Stand firm, the old man's boat is smaller, but the speed is very fast."

As he spoke, the boatman held a bamboo pole less than two feet in his hand, pressed his head against the shore, and then slammed the pestle, and the boat was briskly moving towards the lake.

Faintly, the wind sounded in the ears of Fan Yi and the others.

Every time the boatman played on the surface of the lake, he saw that several layers of waves would be stacked on the surface of the water, pushing the boat forward.

This boatman is not easy.

Fan Yi and Jiang Jixue glanced at each other and nodded in unison.

This boatman's martial arts cultivation is only afraid that he is even higher than Fan Yilai, so he can let his spiritual power be placed on the bamboo pole, so as to control the boat to swim.

It's just that this way is also quite exhausting.

It didn't take much time.

The boat has docked.

Occasionally, in the sky, an Edgeworth monk flew from the town over the lake, stopping halfway up the mountain before hiking up.

When many young monks saw it, they all showed a look of worship.

The boatman laughed:

"The three of you come with me, before you worship at the mountain gate, you must first ring the bell of knocking on the mountain, so that someone from the Martial Sect will take you up the mountain."

"If you climb the mountain without permission, you will be expelled at the least, and you will have to endure some hardships at the worst."

Fan Yi hugged his fists at the old man and said:

"We are new to the treasure land, we don't know the rules here, and we ask the old man for more guidance."

The boatman touched Fang Cai's cloth bag and replied with a smile:

"Little brother, don't worry about it, this reward money, the old man won't take it in vain. Let's go, talk as you go. ”

Fan Yi and the three of them followed the old man's pace and walked towards the side of the stone staircase of the mountain gate.

Originally, there was a bluestone paved square, and in the center of the square stood three tall stone pillars.

A heavy bronze bell with a height of one foot is hung in the center of these three stone pillars.

I saw that there were many young men and women around the bronze bell, and I thought that these people were the same as the three of them, and they all wanted to worship at the Wuzong Mountain Gate.

As they approached, a bell rang.

It turned out that there was a tall young man who was punching the bronze bell with his right fist.

Nine sounds.

When the onlookers saw this scene, they were full of discussions.

"This person is very strong, he can ring the knocking bell nine times with his physical strength, and he doesn't know which city the young master is."

"Nine fists and nine rings, in terms of physical strength alone, there are few opponents among the peers, but I don't know if it will be a double cultivation of immortal martial arts."

Just as everyone was talking to each other.

An old man's figure flew from the top of the mountain, and then came to the bronze bell.

The old man pressed on the young man's shoulder and whispered:

"Knock on the mountain bell nine times, the old man will personally take you up the mountain."

Before the young man could speak, the old man had already led someone to fly up.

The boatman touched his beard and said:

"This is the rule set by the Martial Sect, but whoever can use the strength of his body to ring the bronze bell nine times will be personally led by the Elder of the Martial Sect."

"Under the nine rings, you can hike the mountain."

Fan Yi smiled and asked:

"What if it doesn't make a sound?"

The boatman made a gesture with his thumb, pointing behind him, and said:

"Naturally, you will go back wherever you come from."

Fan Yi continued to ask:

"What if it's ten?"

The boatman was a little impatient, because for him, ten rings could not have happened at all, and never had happened.

He said angrily:

"If you can make ten rings, how about the old man personally carry you up?"

Fan Yi touched his nose and didn't talk nonsense.

Wait half an hour.

Although the bell was struck by many young men and women in turn, they all stayed at three and four rings.

No one made nine more rings.

There were also men and women who shook their heads and left the square, really where they came from and where they went.

After a long time.

Finally, it was Fan Yi's turn for the three of them.