Except for him and his master, it seems that no one can make him make waves again, even he himself is like a fallen leaf that drifts with the waves, attached to the waves of the mountain gate, letting the waves rise and fall, but he no longer has any thoughts of struggling.

"There is no greater mourning than the death of the heart, junior brother, please wait a while, even if you offend the monks of the world, senior brother, I will let you restore the pride of the year. ”

The night in the mountain gate was still the same as it had been thirty years, the breeze was gentle, the moon was like a hook, but his fists had already clenched at some point.

The morning sun is rising, the 100,000 mountain ranges, the clouds and mist are rolling, the golden sun shines on the boundless mountains, and the mountains that appear and disappear from time to time in the clouds and mist show the steepness and majesty.

"Bell, bell, bell. A huge bell rang, and the clouds and mist at the edge of the 100,000 mountains slowly dispersed, revealing a majestic mountain.

I saw that the clouds and mist dissipated, the big mountain can be seen clearly under the illumination of the early sun, there is a door on the mountainside, the stone stairs in the door go straight to the peak, and the cliff above the door, the two big characters are even more eye-catching.

"Yimen", a stroke of how wide and deep the zhang is, the blood-red words look mysterious and domineering in the morning sun.

The long and strong bell rang nine times, shaking a radius of hundreds of miles, and as soon as the bell stopped, at the end of the stone staircase in the mountain gate, a group of people slowly walked out.

The neat cyan robe walked along the stone stairs to the mountain gate with a fairy style.

First, a person in a Taoist uniform fluttered in the wind, a black treasure bag on his waist, a white beard and a red face, two white eyebrows soared into the sky, a pair of red eyes were shining, his face was indifferent, and his gestures were natural, and before he got close, a momentum rushed in.

This person is the master of the Yimen Gate, the monk who built the foundation of the Great Perfection, Lin Wufeng.

On the platform under the two big characters of "Yimen", Lin Wufeng stopped and turned to look at the people with different faces.

When they saw this, they also stopped and looked at him.

Yan Changkong is always a bamboo in his chest, light and confident.

Liu Qingyi whispered something to Qiu Xiyin, and a trace of unbearability occasionally flashed in her eyes.

Qiu Xiyin's eyes were so excited that his eyes lit up, and he had already felt eager to try.

Li Qingquan was also talking to Li Yijia in a whisper, but Li Yijia looked indifferent, his face was full of arrogance, and he didn't say a word to deal with it.

However, Sun Xiuyuan's master Yuan Jingtong, like Sun Xiuyuan, rubbed his hands together, as if he was looking forward to the upcoming fighting method, and he couldn't wait for a big battle immediately.

Yi Heng and Zeng Yushu fell behind, the two did not talk, Zeng Yushu's eyes were lonely, but sometimes he looked at Yi Heng, and he was excited, as if he had seen him kill all sides on the fighting platform.

Although Feng Wuxing tried his best to maintain a calm appearance, compared to his masters Yan Changkong and Lin Wufeng, it was a little cramped.

"Let's go. Lin Wufeng took everything in his eyes, and without saying much, he stepped on the magic weapon and took the lead in flying in the air.

Seeing this, everyone also stepped on their respective magic weapons, followed behind Lin Wufeng, and flew away from the mountain towards the sky.

When everyone disappeared, Chen Jingcai and another disciple guarding the door turned around and entered the door, but their eyes were full of excitement and their hearts were full of anticipation.

"Senior brother, are you nervous?" Zeng Yushu asked in a low voice.

"What's so nervous?" Yi Heng on the side replied casually, looking at Zeng Yushu, who was more nervous than himself, and despised him.

"Also, Senior Brother is so powerful, of course you don't have to be nervous, but how do I feel that I'm nervous?" Zeng Yushu was also very uncomfortable when he saw his contemptuous eyes.

"Senior brother, it's not that you're nervous, I can see that you're nervous, you're a foundation building monk, you have to be calm, well, just like them. ”

Yi Heng pointed at Lin Wufeng and the others with his chin.

Zeng Yushu looked at these people, they were indeed very calm and calm, even Feng Wuxing had gradually let go, and he had returned to the appearance of a senior brother.

"I don't know why I'm nervous, alas! I guess the hope is too great, no matter what, senior brother remember to save his life. Zeng Yushu was also disappointed in his performance, so he had to find a reason for himself.

"Senior brother, don't worry, have I experienced fewer lives and deaths? This time is the time for us to raise our might, and we will fight side by side in the future. ”

Although he said it casually, the confidence in it seemed to infect Zeng Yushu, and his heart slowly let go, and he looked free and easy, but he no longer had the confident temperament of the year.

Yi Heng's afterglow swept over, knowing that if he couldn't improve his cultivation, or find some way, the former Zeng Yushu might never come back.

It's just that this reason is also known, only by using the top-grade and above Zhuji Dan can you improve your cultivation, but where can you find it in this world?

If the fighting method wins, he will successfully enter the secret realm of elixir, but how many main medicines are in the secret realm is still unknown, not to mention how much he can find by himself?

"No matter what, even if it's a robbery, you have to grab enough main medicine. Thinking of this, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

Five days later, the sky is far away from the mountain, the clouds and mist that have not dispersed for many years shrouded the mountainside, if you stand at the foot of the mountain, you dare not imagine the majesty and steepness of this mountain, the three-door fighting method once in 30 years, is here.

As everyone entered Yi Heng in the Fang City, it was a little strange, where was there a fighting method in the Fang City?

I saw that Lin Wufeng did not stop after entering the Fang Market, and walked directly through the Fang Market and walked towards the innermost.

After a stick of incense, he could no longer hear the lively sound in the market, and a mountain peak appeared in front of Yi Heng.

When he climbed the mountain with everyone and looked back, he saw that this square city was only built around the mountain peak, and this was the highest place in Tianli Mountain.

Hundreds of zhang high, you will reach the top of the mountain, the top of the mountain is also flat, around the three courtyards, built on the edge, obviously the place where the three gates settled.

There is a platform with a radius of dozens of zhang in the middle of the potholes, and it is a fighting platform if you want to come here.

Every thirty years, the three sects of the fighting method, countless top monks in the Qi refining period, once showed their most powerful spells here, or defeated, or victorious, this potholed Dharma platform, all recorded the traces they left.

It's just that the years have passed, and now they may have gone further, successfully built a foundation, and become real bosses in the immortal cultivation world, or they have already turned into dust and died.

Yi Heng has experienced countless lives and deaths, so he is naturally very emotional, but when he observes others, he only looks excited and nervous, and it seems that what he sees is only the scene of countless seniors showing their skills on the fighting platform, and now he should be like this.

Retracting his feelings, he followed everyone into a courtyard in the southwest direction, and the word "Yimen" on the door of the large courtyard was still so clear, as if it had not become old with the passage of time, and was still so mysterious and powerful.

After entering the courtyard, Lin Wufeng walked straight to the innermost small building, and the other foundation building cultivators also found the middle small building to enter, while the Qi Refining Stage disciples could only live in the outermost row of huts.

"Each of them picks a hut to rest, there are still five days before the fighting method, according to the past practice, these five days the three disciples will provoke each other to test their strength, you junior disciples grasp it yourself, but remember not to get hurt. ”