Calming down, Lin Fan began to suffer again.

And until noon, Lin Fan, who was determined, was finally defeated by a hungry stomach......

Lin Fan wiped the sweat from his forehead, touched his belly, and was thinking about what to eat at this time.

But suddenly I slapped my head and thought of the most important thing.

"Oops, I almost forgot yesterday's master's explanation, in case the pavilion master regrets it, it won't be good to take back this token."

Thinking of this, Lin Fan gathered his mind, found the right direction, and then flew out as if he had to run out.

Speaking of the treasures of Duobaotang, Lin Fan couldn't help but let out a fine light in his eyes.

Or is it a treasure of the inner hall......

Lin Fan swallowed his saliva even more unhappily.

The pace was also a little faster, not only forgetting the provocation of the group just now, but also the body seemed to be a little lighter......

It is recorded in ancient books that the treasures range from one to seven.

Corresponding to gray, yellow, red, green, cyan, blue, and violet lights.

The light of the weapon is the light emitted by the treasure itself after the power of the warrior is injected, and the light of the weapon is given by heaven and earth when the weapon is completed, and it cannot be faked.

The disciples of the Burial Sword Pavilion generally use mortal weapons, and only those who have outstanding ability or contribute to the pavilion will be given treasures.

Although the Burial Sword Pavilion has been inherited for thousands of years, it is only a third-order force, and the treasures are there, but most of them are not of high grade.

The treasure of the Burial Sword Pavilion "Yunshui Sword" is a four-grade treasure, but in addition, only the three-grade treasures in the hands of several hall masters can be regarded as a shot, because the treasure is as scarce as the exercises, which is really rare.

In front of the door of Duobao Hall, after showing the token, a disciple led Lin Fan in, came to a Ming Hall, bowed to a middle-aged man in the hall, and retreated.

"Uncle Xu", when he saw the middle-aged Lin Fan bowing and making a junior salute.

The middle-aged man's name is Xu Ming, and he is the master of Duobao Hall, and he is the same generation as Mu Qingyun.

Xu Ming looked at Lin Fan playfully while fiddling with the golden token in his hand.

"The door rules of the Burial Sword Pavilion, this golden token, only the newly promoted hall master, the hall master, can be given a piece by the pavilion master himself, in addition to this, even the elders are not qualified to get it, Mu Qingyun, this old guy......

That's it, that's it, it's cheap for you kid, come with me."

Xu Ming smiled and grumbled, waved his hand to Lin Fan, and walked out quickly.

"Uncle Xie"

Lin Fan thanked him and followed.

Xu Ming led Lin Fan to the depths of Duobao Hall, walked through the attic and a forest for a long time, and finally stopped in front of a bamboo forest.

At the end of the bamboo forest is the main peak of the Burial Sword Mountain, and now in front of it should be a stone wall in the center of the main peak.

There is a bamboo house and a stone pavilion built in front of the stone wall, and in the middle of the pavilion is an old man in cloth sitting cross-legged, and the old man is closing his eyes at this time, seemingly cultivating.

And as the old man breathed, there was a faint white mist on his body.

Seeing this, Lin Fan's pupils couldn't help but shrink.

Vitality overflow - at least the embodiment of the high-level talent of the Dust Yuan Realm.

And looking at the aura that the old man inadvertently revealed, it should not be weaker than Mu Qingfeng, the master of the Burial Sword Pavilion.

Lin Fan's realm is not high, but it may be because of the purity of his soul power, his perception is very good.

And the strength of this cloth-clothed old man should be above the pavilion master Mu Qingfeng, it seems that the Burial Sword Pavilion has been inherited for thousands of years, and the foundation is strong, and the strength is by no means as simple as it seems......

Lin Fan secretly speculated, but he didn't dare to disturb him.

The two stood in front of the stone pavilion and waited for about a quarter of an hour, and the old man in cloth finally slowly opened his eyes and looked at the two.

Xu Ming hurriedly walked up to the old man in cloth, took out the token, and said a few words in a respectful whisper.

The old man took the token, looked at Lin Fan and smiled faintly, then walked to the stone wall, took out five beads of different colors from his arms, and placed them in the five hidden small grooves of the stone wall in turn.

Then the old man's vitality erupted, and his fingers connected the dots to activate the beads in a certain order, and the five beads lit up one after another, each emitting a brilliant light.

The five rays of light were trapped in the middle of the five beads, spreading along the stone wall, forming a curtain of light.

After a while, the light curtain slowly rotated.

The stone wall slowly disappeared as if it were melting......

And a black hole actually appeared in the middle of the five beads, and the edge of the cave was surrounded by five-colored brilliance, which was very strange......

Lin Fan's eyes widened and he looked at this scene in astonishment, speechless.

"This is the "Five Elements Detention Yuan Array", with the help of the power of the five elements to block the fixed space.

And this formation has been running for tens of thousands of years, but it can still absorb the vitality of heaven and earth independently, and the cycle is endless."

Seeing Lin Fan standing in front of the stone wall in shock, the old man in cloth explained his confusion.

"Five Elements Detention Yuan Array" ...... Years...... This......

"But the inheritance of the Burial Sword Pavilion recorded in the classics is only a thousand years", Lin Fan was even more puzzled.

"Inheritance, it should be two thousand three hundred years, but this formation has indeed existed for ten thousand years."

The old man in cloth corrected with a smile.

"The texts were written only a thousand years ago.

In fact, our Pavilion Patriarch Muller is not from this continent.

But he is a natural asset, and after cultivating for fifty years, he practiced to the ninth stage of the Soul Realm, and then went out to experience and find an opportunity to break through.

After 30 years of traveling on the mainland, there is still no sign of a breakthrough.

When passing by Wuyun State Burial Sword Mountain, the patriarch found that the scenery here was beautiful and the world was full of vitality, so he stayed in the mountain to cultivate his feelings, and discovered the formation here by chance.

And some of the circumstances when he traveled to the mainland in his early years allowed him to break through this formation and get a heavy treasure in this cave.

This treasure helped him cultivate, and it took the patriarch five years to break through to the Soul Melting Realm and step into the ranks of the peak of the continent.

Later, based on the income in this cave, he founded the Burial Sword Pavilion and passed it on for thousands of years.

This cave has become an important place for the main gate, used to store treasures, and it is also the place where the gate is inherited."

The old man in cloth looked at Lin Fan, and said slowly, with a great tendency to swear endlessly.

Well, Lin Fan was indeed really shocked.

"Seniors, these are all the ...... of this sect."

Lin Fan was a little puzzled, why such an important matter was told in such detail to him, a disciple of the mortal realm.

Hahaha...... The old man in cloth smiled very happily.

"This is not a secret, sooner or later you will know, if others don't say it, Mu Qingyun's kid will tell you sooner or later.

It's just that it coincides with today's events, and the old man is chatting with you.

Do you think that Mu Qingyun's kid can get this token just because he is a scoundrel."

"Uh...... Senior, what about today?", Lin Fan puzzled.

"This world...... There will soon be a change, and my Burial Sword Pavilion can't get out of it, so ......

This is all due to Mu Qingyun and Mu Qingfeng, the two boys, give you a chance, I hope you can make some gains, because no matter what happens, strength is always the most important.

The old man's name is Mu Zhu, and he is the protector elder of the Burial Sword Pavilion, and he is also the uncle of the two boys."

The old man in cloth smiled meaningfully.

Patriarch Mueller, Mu Qingfeng, the master of the Burial Sword Pavilion, the mysterious hidden master, and the Dharma Protector Elder Mu Zhu......

Well, no matter how stupid Lin Fan is, he finally found the problem at this moment, and secretly slandered in his heart, "It turns out that this Burial Sword Pavilion is a family power, no wonder the previous pavilion masters in the classics are surnamed Mu......"

"But how will the heavens and the earth change...... Could it all have something to do with the catastrophe six years ago......".

Hearing Lin Fan's words, Mu Zhu sighed softly, "For the tribulation, the martial artist has his own perception, and the inherited sect will also have the hint of the ancestors, so this is not a secret."

However, don't worry, the sky is falling, there is a tall top, you mortal realm little hairy child just cultivate well, I said this also to ask you to cultivate hard to cope with the same."

After speaking, seeing that Lin Fan's stupid flute was not moving, Mu Zhu urged with a smile, "Okay, let's finish chatting, let's get down to business quickly, come in with me."

After speaking, Mu Zhu turned around and walked towards the cave.

And Lin Fan didn't think about it after pondering for a while, no matter what kind of catastrophe or change, his strength was still too low to touch.