Three months later.

Edgeworth Villa, Grinding Sword Peak.

As soon as the day dawned, in a certain room of the Chuangong Pavilion, a teenager of twelve or thirteen years old had already taken a stay, washing up quickly. This young man has slightly smaller eyes, light eyebrows, and a childish round face.

His name is Shaozhe, and he was discovered to have an immortal root in his body six years ago, and he was introduced to the door of the Imperial Sword Villa. In the end, he finally succeeded in enlightening and embarked on the path of immortality.

After Shaozhe finished washing, he cleaned up some clothes, dry food and other things, and then put them in the jade gourd. After doing all this, he put a smile on his face, and walked out of the house and towards the apse of the Chuan Gong Pavilion.

He pondered as he walked. For months, he had been working on the introductory spell, the Fireball Technique. After many failures, attempts, and seeking advice, now he was finally able to sacrifice the first spell on the path of cultivating immortals, which made him secretly happy for a long time.

A few days ago, after thinking about it, he decided to go to the martial arts hall in the apse to try the power of the fireball technique. When I was introduced, the senior brother introduced that the martial arts hall is a place dedicated to testing the power of spells and competing skills with the same sect. When I thought of the way I chanted the mantra, I couldn't help but feel agitated, and my feet were three points faster.

A quarter of an hour later, he passed through the school hall and dining room, and looked at the five-story pavilion not far away for a moment, and was about to go over. Suddenly, I found that the martial arts hall seemed to be a little unusual today.

In front of the pavilion, six deacons and brothers in the same clothes lined up, and everyone stood upright with solemn faces. There was also a middle-aged man with a slightly pale face standing at the gate, looking left and right with a slightly tight expression.

He took a closer look, and this person turned out to be Uncle Ruan from the probationary building. Shao Zhe was slightly stunned in his heart, not understanding why he was here.

An outer disciple of his own age was talking to one of the deacons. It only took a moment for the disciple to turn away with a little frustration and walk towards him.

Shaozhe's heart moved slightly, and when he came over, he greeted with a smile: "This senior brother, but you want to go to the martial arts hall to practice spells?"

"Alas, don't mention it! Today, for some reason, the martial arts hall is temporarily closed, and it seems that there is something important to hear from the deacon. The young man sighed and said.

Shao Zhe paused, and said, "Important matter?" His heart sank slightly, in this way, wouldn't his plan be ruined.

The young man shook his head and said, "I don't know, if you want to ask, go and ask the senior brother about them!" He pointed back, and then left in a huff.

Shaozhe stopped, thinking about whether to come forward and ask. The deacons and senior brothers were all in strict formation, not as kind as usual, especially at the moment when Master Ruan was still a little timid, and he couldn't make up his mind for a while.

After a brief struggle in his heart, he was going to bite the bullet and ask a few questions. Shao Zhe mustered up his courage, wiped some sweat stains on his hands, and finally stepped forward.

After walking more than ten steps, Master Ruan suddenly condensed slightly and looked at him. He was so seen that his feet froze, and the steps he had just taken stopped suddenly.

Shaozhe's heart beat rapidly. Why did Master Ruan look at me?

This panic did not matter, and then he became even more nervous: Ruan Shibo had a solemn face and walked towards him quickly. Shaozhe's body trembled slightly, the soles of his feet were soft, like a frightened bird, he was at a loss, and he was in a hurry to prepare to salute.

Unexpectedly, Uncle Ruan passed by, and a calm voice came into his eardrums from behind, "I've seen all senior uncles, senior uncles, and senior brothers!"

Shao Zhe was horrified in his heart, and unconsciously looked back, his eyes were round, and he almost fell to the ground. Only then did he realize that Master Ruan was not coming at him,

I saw that the four men and one woman led by him were smiling and nodding, and Ruan Shibo Gong was standing on one side. Among them, an old man with flowery hair who was half a step behind was actually Cai Zhangjiao, who had seen him from afar when he was enlightened. With so many "big shots" of the sect gathered together, the momentum was extraordinary, presumably this was the so-called "important matter".

Behind these people, there stood in two neat rows of young men and women, all of them with restrained and extraordinary bearings, their faces were nervous and excited, but they all stood in place without the slightest impatience, waiting quietly.

The jade-crowned horse-faced man at the head said, "Tongxu, is everything ready?"

Ruan Tongxu hurriedly said, "Uncle Yu, everything has been arranged." ”

The horse-faced man bowed slightly, and looked back at a few people: "Let's go, let's go in!"

Cai Zhangjiao hurriedly smiled and said, "Yes, Uncle Sikong!" The rest of the people nodded slightly, so the group walked by Shaozhe's side and went straight to the Yanwu Palace.

He didn't know how he spent the incense stick just now, and he looked at the unfamiliar faces walking in front of him in a daze, stunned. It wasn't until everyone disappeared that he stayed for a long time before he knew how to move his feet and return his soul to its place.

Ruan Tongxu led everyone straight towards the top floor of the martial arts hall, and in the long line, there was a girl in blue, with a cold face and an indifferent expression, it was Yuan Sulan of Gu Jianfeng.

After a period of penance after returning to the sect, his cultivation made rapid progress, and he faintly came to the middle stage, only a few steps away from breaking through. Yu Siyan was very pleased, so she recommended her to compete for the place of this personal disciple.

Wan Qingsong was also in the crowd, but his face was slightly gloomy, and he searched the team a few times, as if he was looking for a certain figure.

After a while, everyone came to the hall on the fifth floor and stood in a fan. Ruan Tongxu's face was solemn, he recited a few incantations lightly, and then solemnly pointed to the soles of his feet.

Airplanes!

A spell fell, and a circular six-star array was activated, and it began to rotate slowly. The diameter of this array was about three zhang, and the runes on it were constantly circulating, shining with a gentle aura.

Seeing this, Sikong Can was the first to step into it, followed by several Jindan monks. After Cai Zhangjiao entered it together, Ruan Tongxu cast a spell slightly, and the aura flashed a few times, and several people disappeared.

Then he did the same and divided into seven or eight waves, teleporting the rest of the people away. The hall, which had been full just now, was empty again.

Yuan Sulan's head felt slightly uncomfortable, and there were a few soft and slight commotions in her ears, and she hurriedly looked around. At the foot is a large platform that is 100 zhang square, and there are more than 10 stone steps at the end, and above it is an altar platform of several zhang size. The people led by Sikong Can are standing indifferently, obviously not the first time they have come here.

The light around him was very dim, and there was chaos overhead, neither like a cloud, nor light. Surrounded by steep black rock walls, it was very different from usual.

The most surprising thing is that there are nine circular stone caves on the tall stone wall facing the altar, which are so black that you can't really see them.