The rotation of the white beads did not change position, but it did allow a ray of sunlight from the hole above to penetrate into the belly of the mountain range.

The hollow and somewhat gloomy hinterland of the hollowed out mountains, because of this hole, this ray of sunlight, and the existence of this white crystal bead are no longer dark.

Sunshine is still sunlight, but after the transmission of the white crystal beads, it has changed from a bunch to a piece!

A piece of sunlight starts from the bottom of the bead and continues to go deeper and spread to both sides.

It's like an inverted funnel that envelops the large department space below. The two men in white pretending to be carefree and Ruotong were following Qin Feng into the mountain

After the hinterland, the two of them only glanced at the sunlight appearing on the top of the mountain and the crystal beads under the hole, and then moved their eyes to the center of the light!

The white crystal beads in the sky above should be some kind of strange magic weapon with special transmission of light, and if some formations for absorbing and releasing spiritual light are engraved on the beads, it is not very difficult to diffuse the light in this hole.

What surprised the hearts of Wuwu and Ruotong was that on the ground more than two hundred zhang below the hole in the sky and the hole less than five or six feet away, there was a stone tablet carved from white marble more than 100 zhang high.

"Chutai has nothing, nothing has no name. One arises, and one is not formed. Virtue is said to be born of things; the unformed have a share, and there is no life for the inseparable; living things are left in motion, and things become physiologically called shapes; the body protects the gods, and each has its own rites; and the sexual cultivation of virtue is the same as the beginning. The same is the void, and the void is great. Beak snapping. The beak is in harmony with heaven and earth. If it is stupid, it is called Xuande, and it is called Dashun......"

On the hundred-zhang high stele, there are bowl-sized words engraved with black official scripts, which are densely covered on the stele.

Sansso-Wu just glanced at the stone tablet, and was immediately attracted by the inscription on the stone tablet.

And around the corner of the stele, there are more than 10 identical pillars with a radius of more than 10 zhang and a height of about 20 zhang.

The top of each pedestal is wrapped in layers of white transparent light masks.

A man and woman dressed in black or white tights, arranged in pairs on each pillar, wielding various magic weapons in their hands or unleashing various spells, are competing with each other.

Due to the existence and obstruction of the light mask on the pillar, Wu Wu and Ruotong could not hear the sound in the light mask on the pillar, and it was a bit impolite to penetrate the light mask through their divine sense.

So Wuwu and Ruotong can only observe the situation in each mask with the naked eye, and judge one or two from this.

Judging from the magnitude of the magic weapons and the power of the spells released by the men and women in each mask, as well as the fluctuations in the cultivation in their bodies, Wu Wu and Ruotong judged from this that the cultivation of the men and women who were fighting in the mask were all between the Qi refining period and the foundation building period, and it seemed that most of them were in the Qi refining period.

On the east and west sides not far from the bottom of these pillars, there are groups of men and women who seem to be resting, and most of them are below the foundation building period.

Moreover, the old owner of Qin, who had only met once since Wuwu and Ruotong entered Tingyu Villa, was in front of a group of men and women in the east at this time, and watched intently at the battle of each pair of men and women on each pillar in front of him.

After seeing his only son, Qin Feng, enter the dojo in the belly of the mountain with two men in white, the old owner of Qin glanced towards the entrance, and as if nothing else, he withdrew his gaze and observed the battle of each pair of junior disciples on each pillar in the dojo again.

The entrance to the mountainside dojo was more than a hundred zhang away from the marble sword tablet in the dojo, and at this time, the dojo was in the middle of the ancient Chu Dynasty's guards who had come to practice in training, Qin Feng and the two white-clothed men behind him did not rush to disturb the pair of men and women who were fighting on the stone platform.

The three of them fled to the vicinity of a cylindrical stone platform closest to the entrance, more than ten zhang away, and were on the same level as the pillar, watching the battle ahead.

It wasn't until more than an hour later, the old farmer of Qin may have felt that the actual combat training was almost over, a disciple in a black uniform beside him flew from the old master of Qin to the lower part of the stone tablet in the field, and was at the same height distance from the pillar platform more than twenty zhang high, and at the same time, the disciple who was quite calm carried the true yuan in his body, and a golden flying sword instantly flew out of the scabbard behind his back, and with the change of the seal in the disciple's hand, the flying sword in mid-air changed from an upright shape to a horizontal line!

At this time, every pair of men and women who were fighting in each light mask in the field temporarily stopped the actual combat at this time when they saw the man in black appearing, and when the man in black was wielding the flying sword, the pair of men and women in the light mask flew out of the white light mask with a tacit understanding, left the platform where they were, and fled in the direction of the old Qin Zhuang owner in the east.

After each of the men and women in the mask had left, Qin Feng took the two white-clothed men pretended to be carefree and Ruotong and fled to the stone tablet carved from the marble in the dojo in front of him.

When he received Wu Wu and Ruo Tong asking him to lead the two of them into the kendo dojo in the belly of the mountain to take a look, Qin Feng had already guessed the purpose of the two. At the same time, at the moment of entering the mountain dojo, the corner of Qin Feng's eyes detected the expression on his face when he saw the stone tablet in the dojo without worry, and his heart was even more certain.

He saw that the Dugu family was not thin for his father and that he was also a sword cultivator, so he took advantage of the fact that there was no one in the dojo at this time, so he took Wuwu and Ruotong to the stone tablet in front of him, so that Wuwu could observe it, which could be regarded as a favor for Wuwu!

Qin Feng and the two men in white were only more than thirty zhang away from the stone tablet in the center, and in an instant, the three of them escaped from the periphery to the stone tablet more than a hundred zhang high.

The man in white looked at the black Lishu font in front of him with no worries.

Qin Feng and Ruotong pretended to be another man in white, who accompanied him left and right.

Before, when he first entered the dojo, he just glanced at it with his divine sense, and his heart was touched.

At this time, under the illumination of the white light projected by the white crystal beads in the sky, each black Lishu font on this marble tablet is as huge as a basin, densely engraved on the marble, which is very clear.

Worry-free looked at every big black character in front of him in a daze, and then couldn't help but stretch out his right hand, as if he remembered something, so he said to Qin Feng on the right side: "Master Qin Shaozhuang, can the font on this sword tablet be touched by outsiders?"

After receiving Qin Feng's affirmative reply, the man in white who had no worries put down his raised right hand......