"Knock" "Knock" "Knock" "Knock"

The dull and majestic drum sound sounded in front of the small bamboo hall, and soon alarmed the huge bamboo peaks up and down.

I don't know how many Xianmen disciples heard the sound of drums, and they rushed over from all directions curiously, thinking that there was some instruction from Xianmen, but they didn't expect that it was actually a handyman in green clothes who was beating the drum there, and he was immediately very curious, and he gathered around and pointed.

"Who are you who dare to beat the drum of the police fairy?"

Soon, Xiao Zhufeng came up, and several deacons in white robes rushed down with various magic weapons, shouting loudly.

Fang Yuan stopped beating the drum and said loudly again: "Miscellaneous disciple Fang Yuan, with one heart to the Dao, Qi Qiu to enter the Immortal Gate to practice!"

"You're actually here to ask for immortals?"

All the Immortal Sect disciples and the deacons frowned, which was very unexpected.

And the other Immortal Sect disciples didn't even react for a while.

At first glance, when they saw a miscellaneous servant disciple breaking into Xiaozhufeng, they were ashamed to get out of the identity of the miscellaneous servant disciple and enter the immortal gate, but they just felt ridiculous.

"How can a miscellaneous disciple ask for immortals, you're dizzy?"

Even a deacon didn't react, and subconsciously pointed at Fang Yuan.

Fang Principle was expressionless, his hands were slightly raised, and a magic seal was formed in front of his chest, and all his mana was forced out, and in an instant, his mana was surging out wildly, and even the air around him became blurred, and a ball of green qi was even drawn out by the magic seal in his hand, like a spiritual fire that seemed to be real and not real, beating gently in his chest, and the breath was compelling.

"Fang Yuan, a disciple under the Miscellaneous Affairs Palace, has broken through the threshold of the third layer of Qi training, and is willing to break through the bridge of trials in order to draw the Immortal Dao!"

His voice was loud, and all the Immortal Sect disciples were surprised and surprised when they heard it.

Even the deacons looked at each other with strange faces, and one of them said, "The bridge of trials is not ......"

"Hehe, I said how dare someone easily knock on the immortal police immortal drum, it turns out that there are miscellaneous servants seeking immortals, this has not been seen for many years!"

At this moment, suddenly, a gentle but majestic voice came from overhead.

But on the top of Xiaozhu Peak, an old man in a gray robe stepped on the clouds and floated down.

The old man couldn't see his age, his face was gray, his eyes were very bright, his breath was thick but gentle, and when he saw him slowly landing in front of the hall, whether it was the disciples of the Immortal Sect or the deacons, they all bowed and saluted, and said in unison: "I have seen Elder Yun......"

When Fang Yuan saw it, he hesitated slightly, and then bowed, knowing that this old man must have an extraordinary background.

"Hehe, get up!"

The elder waved his hand casually, looked at Fang Yuan with a smile, and said, "Child, do you want to enter the Immortal Sect?"

Fang Yuan replied respectfully: "Exactly!"

"Hmm!"

The elder nodded, and asked with a smile: "Miscellaneous servants need to pass the trial to enter the Immortal Gate, but the trial is very dangerous, are you really ready?"

Fang Yuan had already figured this out when he came, now that his cultivation had not yet reached the third-level Great Perfection of Qi cultivation, it was impossible not to break through the path of trial, but fortunately, he still had time, if he couldn't pass the path of trial, he could also go back and continue his cultivation!

But this little bamboo peak, he must come and go, otherwise it will be difficult to get rid of Zhou Qingyue's trap!

As soon as he thought of this, he said loudly: "Disciple Fang Yuan, you are ready to break through the bridge of trials!"

Elder Nayun laughed, but shook his head, and said, "It seems that you have made sufficient preparations before you came, and you have learned all the rules of the Immortal Sect many years ago, but ah, you are late, and the Bridge of Trials has been abandoned for many years......"

"Forehead ......"

Fang Yuan was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say for a while.

"Now people are paying more and more attention to resources, and there have been no miscellaneous disciples breaking into the Immortal Gate for many years......"

Elder Yun seemed to be explaining, and the other party Yuan smiled a little apologetically.

"If it's ruined, I'm not sure I'm going to cross the bridge of trials anyway, it's just another rule......"

Fang Yuan pondered in his heart for a moment, and hurriedly said, "Since this is the case, the disciple has to wait until the third layer of Qi cultivation is in Great Perfection!"

There is temptation in this sentence.

The Bridge of Trials has been abandoned, although he was a little surprised, thinking about it carefully, it is also reasonable, Qingyang Sect has not had a case of a miscellaneous disciple becoming a disciple of the Immortal Sect for many years, and the Bridge of Trials naturally cannot exist forever, after all, maintaining that large array requires a lot of resources, and now, resources are the precious materials that all the major Immortal Sects treasure their lives.

However, the other party originally said that what he was more concerned about was whether he could still come after he reached the third level of Qi Training.

After all, breaking through the bridge of trials is only one of the rules, and there is another rule.

Elder Nayun said with a smile: "In addition to breaking through the bridge of trials, if there are miscellaneous disciples, before the age of seventeen, they can reach the three-level Great Perfection realm of Qi training, and then they can worship the Immortal Gate, this rule is also there, if you can achieve it, you can naturally become a disciple of the Immortal Sect, but ...... I see that you will also be sixteen years old, and within a year, are you sure that you will be able to raise your cultivation to the third level of Great Perfection?"

"The disciple will definitely do his best!"

Fang Yuan replied in his mouth, but he was secretly thinking in his heart, how could he let himself stay in this little bamboo peak for a while.

"In one year, he has been promoted to the third level of Qi Cultivation Great Perfection, and this miscellaneous servant is very daring to say......

"What is this, two months ago, didn't Xiao Qiao and those people do it?"

"How can it be the same, how do we practice, and how do the miscellaneous servants practice?"

There were also many people around the Immortal Sect disciples who whispered.

"Kid, how long have you been practicing?"

In the whispers around, that Elder Yun was also looking Fang Yuan up and down, seeming to be very interested.

Fang Yuan replied respectfully: "Since entering the Immortal Gate, the disciple has been practicing for more than a year!"

"A year?"

Elder Yun was slightly stunned: "How did you cultivate to such a realm in one year?"

Fang Yuan thought for a moment and replied in a low voice: "After the disciple entered, he worked during the day and practiced at night, never slacking off!"

"How many hours a day do you practice?"

Elder Nayun seemed to be very interested in him.

Fang Yuan thought for a moment and replied seriously: "At the beginning, I was not very adaptable, I could only breathe three hours a day, but later I got better, I can cultivate for four hours, or even five hours, but now, I feel that as long as I have time, I can always hold on to my mind!"

"What?"

When the Immortal Sect disciples heard this, they all changed color, looking at Fang Yuan like a monster.

"This handyman is bragging, isn't he?"

"We only cultivate for two or three hours a day at most, this is still diligent, how can he cultivate for so long?"

In the eyes of the crowd, Elder Yun seemed more gentle, and said softly, "Don't you have to sleep?"

Fang Yuan hesitated for a moment before replying in a low voice: "At first, I always feel a little tired, and I will sleep for a few hours every day, but after practicing for a long time, I feel that breathing and meditating is not in conflict with sleep.

Hearing his words, not to mention the disciples of the Immortal Sect, even a few deacons looked at him like monsters.

"Sure enough, he is a diligent child!"

Elder Yun's eyes were gentler, and he asked again, "Where did you get the resources?"

Fang Yuan replied: "The Immortal Gate distributes two Qi Cultivation Pills every month, and the rest are exchanged for the Spiritual Medicine Supervisor's edict!"

Elder Nayun nodded, and then asked, "Didn't you encounter any bottlenecks in the Qi cultivation method?"

"Yes!"

Fang Yuan replied without hesitation: "When I encounter some tricks, I can't figure it out, some of them are figuring out the meaning of the cultivation scriptures, and they are suddenly clear, some are asking the Steward Sun of the Miscellaneous Affairs Palace, and some are consulting the Chief Manager of the Elixir Supervisor...... It's more about figuring it out for yourself!"

"Oh, that seems to be a good talent!"

Elder Nayun seemed to be more interested, and after a while, he smiled and said, "Old man, looking at your bone age, you are only about sixteen years old, for you, it is not difficult to cultivate to the third level of Qi cultivation before the age of seventeen, so it is more secure, why not wait until that time to come back, but instead come over in advance, and risk being injured or even killed, to break through that dangerous bridge of trials?"

Hearing this question, Fang Yuan was stunned, and thought to himself: "I didn't want to take this risk......

But this can't be said directly, after thinking about it in my heart, I said in a low voice: "Cultivation is like fire, and it can't be delayed for a while, the disciple has heard that the time for cultivators to lay a good foundation is only a few years, and the disciple is afraid that he will miss this best time!"

"Hehe, that's not bad!"

Elder Yun nodded slightly, and suddenly stepped forward gently, his palm lightly pressed on Fang Yuan's shoulder.

For a moment, Fang Yuan only felt that there seemed to be an imperceptible force in his body that quickly swam through, and before he could react, that force had already been retracted, and when he raised his head, Elder Yun had already turned around and walked towards the main hall of the Little Bamboo Hall, and when he walked to the front of the hall, a futon in the hall had already flown out and landed lightly on the steps.

A group of Immortal Sect disciples and deacons outside all looked at Elder Yun blankly, waiting for him to show them.

Elder Nayun sat down, and then looked at the deacons who looked at each other in some surprise, and said, "What are you still doing in a daze, this little Fang Yuan has already said that cultivation is like fire, and it can't be delayed for a moment, so hurry up and conduct the trial!"

"But...... The Bridge of Trials has been destroyed......"

The deacons had strange expressions, and one of the white-robed and long-bearded men said in a sneer.

Elder Yun sighed and said, "The Bridge of Trials is just a test of disciple qualifications, can't you try it?"

As soon as these words came out, not to mention those deacons, even Fang Yuan was stunned.

"Do you really want to try?"

He thought to himself, he didn't prepare, I'm afraid I'm going to be ugly?

But thinking like this in his heart, his face was puffed up, and he looked full of confidence, and he couldn't be seen by others.

The deacons also discussed a few words in a low voice, and as if they had an idea, the white-robed and long-bearded man walked out, looked at Fang Yuan, and said, "Then let me take action first, miscellaneous disciple Fang Yuan, what spells or martial arts have you cultivated?"

Fang Yuan was stunned for a moment, and replied in a low voice: "Miscellaneous disciples can't cultivate spells, and they have only practiced swords for a few days!"

"Oh?"

The deacon was slightly stunned and asked, "What sword have you cultivated?"

Fang Yuan was silent for a while before he whispered, "Thunderbolt Domination Nine Heavens Sword ......"

Everyone was stunned.

Half an hour later, a disciple who was drinking water not far away squirted out with a "poof", choking and coughing.

Swirling, all over the mountains and fields, laughter broke out, and even Elder Yun not only showed a smile on his face.