"What a madman. The corners of Qin Fengmian's mouth twitched, and he turned sideways to dodge the unruly stick again.

The hand behind him turned into a palm and slapped the old man's chest hard.

This one was slow and soft, but it pushed the old man ten feet away.

The old man's face was by no means good-looking, and this palm hurt his internal organs, making the muscles and veins of his whole body tremble, and a sweet smell welled up in his throat, but he simply did not squirt.

"I said, you can't beat me. Although it is good that you are a golden immortal, but you don't know the immortal method at all, just with our same cultivation, you can't defeat me!" Qin Fengmian frowned and said coldly.

If he was not forced to do so, he really didn't want to hurt this old man, but if he was entangled again, he would have to give him some color.

The palm just now just wanted him to learn from it.

"Our cultivation is just as good, but there is one thing that is different from us. The old man was silent for a moment, then spoke slowly.

"What's the difference?" Qin Fengmian shook his head thoughtfully.

"That is, I don't care about life and death at all, even if I die on this Tianji Pavilion today, I have no regrets!" the old man snorted.

I don't know where he got the strength, his thin body jumped several feet high, raised the stick in his hand and slashed down from the sky, which had the potential to cover the sky and the sun.

The wooden staff, with the sound of the whistling wind, fell from the sky. The old man tried to use potential energy and kinetic energy to increase his strength, so as to defeat Qin Fengmian head-on.

"I want to see if you're really not afraid of death!" Qin Fengmian looked at the old man who was slashing at him, like a dragon crossing the river, and the long sword in his hand flipped over.

The sharp tip of the sword stabbed straight towards the old man, this time he didn't defend, the tip of the sword pointed at the old man's chest!

He tried to use this sword full of murderous intent to force the old man to avoid himself, but he didn't expect that he knew that this sword would pierce his chest, but he still didn't dodge, and the stick in his hand swung forward without hesitation.

One foot, one foot, one inch! Qin Fengmian never deviated from the slightest. The sword in his hand was only an inch away from the old man, and he finally flipped his wrist and let the sword pierce the old man's shoulder blade.

At the same time, the ebony stick was already pressed against his forehead, with a cold wind.

The old man didn't really cut it down, and Qin Fengmian didn't really take his life.

"Alas, you're really not afraid of death!" Qin Fengmian sighed and brushed back his sword.

Dark red blood began to flow from the old man's shoulders, and soon his already tattered clothes were blackened.

"I said, if you can't break through this eighth layer, it's useless to keep my life. The old man smiled weakly, he withdrew his stick, covered his shoulder, and stopped the bleeding with his true qi.

He hadn't finished the cabinet yet, and this small injury didn't stop him from continuing to fight.

"I don't know what you're for, you can even give up your life. Qin Fengmian sighed again, maybe in his eyes, people who are not afraid of death are stupid, but they also deserve respect.

"But even if you pass my level, you won't be able to pass the eighth layer. The eighth layer

The Pavilion Elder is ten times stronger than me. Qin Fengmian slowly walked back to the place with his sword in his hand, and sat on the ground again with his back to the old man.

Although he didn't say it explicitly, the meaning was already very obvious, and he would not stop the old man from going up to the eighth floor.

But the Pavilion Keeper on the eighth floor would never release water like him.

"Anyway, I want to give it a try, thank you. ”

The old man bowed deeply at Qin Fengmian's back and quickly stepped on the stone stairs.

Maybe the Seventh Elder won't be as easy to talk as I am!Qin Fengmian shook his head and thought in his heart, he was still too soft-hearted.

On the twelfth floor of Tianji Pavilion, in the midst of the sea of books, an old figure slowly stood up.

"Now, it's time. He slowly stepped across the mountain of books, and with each step, a rich True Qi swept all over the ground, and these white True Qi visible to the naked eye came out from under his robe, enveloping the twelfth layer of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion like a fairyland.

The old beggar climbed the stairs and pushed open the door to the eighth floor.

The seventh-layer pavilion keeper is already a Golden Immortal strength, so what about this eighth layer? Is it the peak of the Golden Immortal or the Xuan Immortal? The old man didn't dare to think about it, he only knew that whether it was a Golden Immortal or a Xuan Immortal, even if it was a Taihe Immortal, he had to fight hard.

The attic on the eighth floor slowly opened, and the empty room was filled with two delicate Taishi chairs and a table of eight immortals. On the table is a flask with a long neck and a wide waist, and next to it are two tall wine cups.

It seems that there were still people here drinking and talking for a long time, but at the moment they are no longer there.

The old man frowned, there were only two doors in this small space, one leading to the ninth floor, and the other door was closed, and the door was locked by a looming golden enchantment, the old man just reached out and tapped it, and felt a burning pain in his fingertips.

Except for the Pavilion Keeper or the disciples of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion, outsiders could not fundamentally destroy this enchantment.

"Is there anyone?" the old man let out a long sigh of relief, his hoarse voice deep and long in the confined space.

But no one answered but his own reply.

The old man stretched out his hand and pushed the pavilion on the ninth floor, but it was welded to death, and only when the pavilion keeper was defeated, the door of the attic would open, but the pavilion keeper on the eighth floor was still nowhere to be found.

He was trapped in this eighth layer, unable to go up and down.

Inside the ninth floor.

It is also a table of eight immortals, on which two old men in green robes sit opposite each other, and in front of them is a black and white chessboard.

They turned out to be playing chess.

"Hey, old six, I'm here, see what you do!" The old man in Tsing Yi pinched a sunspot and knocked it the chessboard, and the chessboard made of jade trembled.

These two old men were all Xuan Immortal strength, and the one with a wicked smile on the corner of their mouths was Tang Bide, the seventh elder who was guarding the eighth layer. The other one who was frowning and meditating was the Sixth Elder Sun Yu.

"Tap, tap, you came up to play chess, don't break my chessboard, it's made of blue and white jade, it's worth it." Sun Yu rubbed the jade plate twice with some distress, as if he was afraid that it would be

Hurt.

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up, hurry down!" Tang Bide couldn't sit still, and urged Sun Yu hesitantly holding the white son in his hand, the black chess pieces were as dark as agate, and the white chess pieces were as white as jade, this chessboard and chess looked expensive, no wonder Sun Yu was so worried.

"What are you anxious about? Can't you think about playing chess? You think you're all in a hurry like a monkey. Sun Yu had a sad look on his face, and it was obvious that the situation was extremely unfavorable to him.

"By the way, did you hear any sound?" Sun Yu, who was thinking down, suddenly raised his head, and he vaguely heard someone shouting.

"Where did the sound come from? If you can't do it, you can quickly admit defeat, don't grind and chirp. Tang Bide pursed his lips, thinking that Sun Yu was trying to divert his attention.

"Is it really okay for you to just put the eighth layer there and come up and play chess with me?" Sun Yu held the white zi, but he still couldn't fall for a long time.

"What are you afraid of, my idiot apprentice who guarded the first pavilion said that it was raining outside today, and no one came to break into the pavilion. You said that you old thing is talking nonsense, do you want me to let my guard down and then secretly move my chess pieces?" Tang Bide scolded in his mouth, blowing his beard and glaring.

"I'll tell you, no way! I'll be staring at you today, I'll stare at you for a moment if I don't fall for a moment, I'll stare at you for a day if I don't fall for a day! See who can spend whom!" Tang Bide put his hands on his waist, really staring at the chessboard in front of him, his eyes did not blink.

"Alas. Sun Yusheng sighed helplessly, did not pay attention to the shout that he had just vaguely heard, and thought about the situation in front of him again.

The old man waited for about half an hour in the eighth floor, but no one came out, and he couldn't help but raise the cane in his hand and was about to slam the door.

"I advise you not to slam the door, this door is precious, I guess you may not be able to afford it. An equally old voice sounded behind him.

"Are you the Pavilion Keeper on the eighth floor?" the old man raised his wooden staff and did not wave it, he turned around and looked at the person speaking in front of him.

It was a shriveled old man, with a gray goatee, and not very tall, no different from the old beggar, who was already rickety.

It's just that he is wearing a dark blue robe, with a smile on his face, like a master living in seclusion.

The old beggar couldn't see through his strength, but he could detect the incomparably heavy coercion on him. It was an invisible coercion, the old man did not show any true qi, and the coercion that could not be concealed alone had already made the old beggar feel trembling.

"No, I'm the Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion. "The Pavilion Master of Tianji Pavilion didn't mean to hide it at all, as if he was just a little disciple of Tianji Pavilion.

"Heavenly Machine Pavilion Master?" the old beggar squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the old man in front of him.

He didn't know why the Pavilion Master of Tianji Pavilion appeared here, but his smiling face made the old beggar feel extremely familiar.

"It's you, it's you, it's you!" the old beggar suddenly exclaimed.

He had seen this Heavenly Machine Pavilion Master before! When he was very young, at that time, the Heavenly Machine Pavilion Master was not yet

is so old, but the appearance of the immortals is clear, they will stop when they step into the ascension period!

"How did you become like this?" the old beggar was a little confused.

What did he go through to become such a fairy-like and desireless appearance?

"It doesn't matter, it's why you're here. The Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion smiled slightly and bowed his head slightly.

The old beggar was stunned for a moment, he originally thought that there would be a fierce battle, but he didn't expect to directly face the pavilion master of Tianji Pavilion.

"I want to know how to enter the Tianshan Sect without being discovered. ”

"It's simple, but you have to trade things for something. The Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion chuckled, this seemed to be something more difficult than ascending to the sky, but he said it so lightly.

"Something in exchange?" the old beggar was a little confused, he thought that by breaking through to the eighth floor, he would be able to get the secret he wanted.

"You think you'll be able to get whatever information you want by going up to the eighth floor? The pavilion master smiled happily, and the folds on his face made him look like an old urchin. "Ascending to the eighth floor only proves that you are qualified to trade with us, and you still have to pay some price for news. ”

"At what cost?" the old beggar asked, not knowing what he was worth alone.

"Your life. The pavilion master tilted his head, his face still full of smiles, not in the slightest sense of how precious what he said was to him.

Swapping one's life for an ethereal piece of news, is there really such a fool?

The old beggar hesitated, he was not afraid of death, but he could not die like this now, in this place.

Because there are still people waiting for him, and he still has important things to do.

"Of course I don't want your life now, when you finish what you want to do, I will take your life myself. The pavilion master smiled faintly, as if he could see through the old beggar's thoughts at a glance.

"Yes, I agree. The old beggar nodded without hesitation.

"This is the Breath Avoidance Pill, which can hide the demonic energy on your body, and when you enter the enchantment, crush it, which is enough to keep you in the Tianshan Sect for six hours. Six hours is enough for you to do everything you want. "The Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion took out a blue elixir.

"How do you know I'm ......" the old beggar stopped talking, and from the time he came in until now, he had not identified himself.

"Of course I know who you are, there is no secret in the world that I don't know from Tianji Pavilion. The Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion winked at him, like a child boasting about his toys and abilities.

The old beggar did not hesitate, slowly took the elixir, and carefully hid it in his arms.

"When the matter is completed, I will definitely come back and let the pavilion master dispose of it. The old beggar fell to the ground and kowtowed deeply at the Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion.

When he raised his head again, his eyes were slightly red, and the hair on his body flashed dark gold for a moment.

"Don't you think you're stupid?" the pavilion master didn't stop him, and let the old beggar fall down in front of him, and he couldn't kneel down for a long time.

"The life of the old minister is long gone, even if he dies

There, I have no regrets. The old beggar stood up.

A door to return had opened behind him, and he kept his head down and never looked back.

After a few breaths, the old beggar had already appeared at the door of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion.

The waitress in the pavilion smiled at him, and the rain outside the house was still dripping and never stopped.

Everything suddenly seemed like a dream, and the old beggar even doubted that he had broken through the Heavenly Machine Pavilion, he looked into his arms, the pill was still there, and it emitted a faint halo.

And what the pavilion master of Tianji Pavilion looks like, he also forgot to be clean. The familiar, imminent name was completely stuck in his throat.

"If you go, I'm afraid you won't be able to come back!" Above the twelfth floor of the Tianji Pavilion, the pavilion master had already returned to the sea of books, his eyes looked at the dazed old beggar standing at the bottom of the building through the overlapping ridges, and shook his head with a smile.

It's just that this smile is particularly desolate and helpless.

(End of chapter)