I don't know when, in front of the mountain gate, there is a person, a blue and white robe, long hair and beautiful eyes, and a big sword behind his back.

Some students who came to take the exam saw that this person appeared in front of the mountain gate in an instant, that is, in the blink of an eye.

This person has a free and uninhibited look, a carefree look, straight eyebrows and wide eyes, gray hair casually draped, his eyes are calm and calm, and the blue and white robe trembles slightly in the mountain wind, wrinkled.

His feet off the ground, his hands behind his back, and his pillar-like body stood motionless in mid-air.

Suddenly, this man pulled out the big sword he was carrying behind him, and made a few strokes on a boulder on the opposite side, only to see that the surface of the boulder suddenly peeled off a lot, and fell to the ground and piled up into a pile of stones.

The mountain wind whistled by, and the fine dust on the surface of the peeling rock was blown away by the wind, only to see that the surface on the boulder had been one inch deeper, and the pen was extremely deep and engraved: there is a peak in the southeast, and the lonely peak is nameless.

Those who climb must be attentive, and those who succeed enter the mountain.

At this time, everyone knew in their hearts that someone understood the meaning of these four poems at the first time, and then walked towards the southeast of Bliss Immortal Island, and reacted extremely quickly.

Not long after, heroes from all walks of life went towards the nameless peak, densely packed, squeezed together, and the shape was quite spectacular.

The number of disciples recruited by the Tianzhao Academy is limited, and the Tianzhao Academy will also divide the selected students into several levels according to the table xiàn and hand them over to different teachers to teach.

As a result, all the candidates frantically flocked to the nameless peak, and the first few rushed to the front to compete for the limited number of merit places.

At the beginning, a young man from the demon clan rushed to the front, leaving the candidates behind him far behind.

The demon boy had a pointed chin and ears, eyes narrowed into a line, and long water-blue hair.

He was like a crazy and irritable fireball, wrapped in the vitality of heaven and earth, rubbing against the air and snorting, flying at a high speed.

Suddenly, I don't know what happened, the demon boy's limbs were cut off like a turnip, leaving only a head and body, and the blood spurting out of his limbs splashed in the air, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

The demon boy's expression was extremely painful, his face was pale, and he fell from the sky in a short time.

A flying sword appeared at the front, followed by a black-robed little Taoist, and there were still traces of blood on the flying sword.

It turned out that it was this strange-looking black-robed little Taoist priest who used a flying sword to cut off the limbs of the demon clan boy.

Behind this black-robed little Taoist priest was a bewitching red-clothed woman holding a red thread, but she didn't want to sneak attack, and followed the little Taoist priest closely, not advancing an inch, not retreating half a foot.

One end of the red thread in his hand is not tied with a silver needle, but a heart-saving nail, and the nails are not silver-white, but black and jet-black.

These black nails exude a cold and cold aura.

The blood-red dress swayed slightly in the wind, and the blood-red set off the pale face even paler, and the red and white were commensurate, like a blood-stained white plum blossom.

Climbing the nameless peak, there are naturally many paths, some choose to fly, and some choose to run.

A waste like Ye Linfeng who has not yet opened his mind can only choose to run, he is carrying a heavy wooden box, and the reason why the wooden box is heavy is because it contains a bowl stolen from Kutuo Temple, and he runs extremely slowly.

With every step, the soil under your feet will sink into a part, and I really don't know what the use of the stone black bowl is, which has been offered at Kutuo Temple before.

Ye Linfeng is still in the realm of spiritual enlightenment, and only by cultivating to the realm of Dao can he place his weapon in the sea of knowledge, and he will sacrifice it when he fights.

Ye Linfeng has been left far behind by others, and only one aunt has been walking calmly.

This aunt has a simple appearance, ordinary clothes, and ordinary appearance, and she will definitely not be able to find it when she stands in the crowd.

She carries a green onion in her left hand, a string of garlic in her right hand, and a string of chili peppers around her neck.

Every step of the aunt is very calm, unhurried, and not like others.

Ye Linfeng saw that the aunt was walking calmly and calmly, he held the wooden box that was about to fall with his hand, and ran a few steps to keep up with the aunt.

Ye Linfeng thought that he had someone to accompany him, so he wanted to divert his attention and took the initiative to talk to his aunt.

Because I was too tired to carry a wooden box, I had to find some fun.

"Auntie, every step you take is so calm, it's like walking in the mountains, unlike me who can't be calm with such a heavy box on my back. ”

The aunt replied: "If you walk more, you will be able to walk." ”

Ye Linfeng was very curious, seeing that the aunt is in her fifties at this age, how many walks can she walk in a year?

So he inadvertently said, "How many walks can you walk?"

"Three hundred years. Auntie replied.

Three hundred years? Ye Linfeng was shocked and speechless.

"My family is farming, ploughing the land for 300 years, planting the land for 300 years, because there is a lot of land, so we have walked the road for 300 years. Ye Linfeng was even more shocked and speechless, such a simple aunt had lived for three hundred years, longer than his master.

No wonder she walks so calmly, she has walked a lot, and she gets used to it, and when she gets used to it, she gets used to it. However, as he walked, Ye Linfeng was left behind by his aunt.

Auntie's footsteps are the same as before, still so calm and calm.

Ye Linfeng maintained the same pace as her, and her steps were generally large, but what made Ye Linfeng unpredictable was that although the pace was the same, the aunt left Ye Linfeng far behind, and at this time, Ye Linfeng suddenly remembered the shrinkage recorded in the ancient books.

Ye Linfeng already understood at this time that this aunt had cultivated the technique of shrinking the ground into inches, no wonder she couldn't keep up with her.

Although I know the skills performed by the aunt, the simple appearance and plain conversation of the aunt really make it impossible to imagine that she is still a master.

Monk Shouyin was drinking wine in a tavern not far from Ye Linfeng, and on the simple wooden table were two jars of fruit wine from the Western Realm, a large black porcelain bowl, and two small dishes.

Monk Shouyin happily looked at Ye Linfeng, who was still trying to walk, picked up a large black porcelain bowl of fruit wine, sandwiched a large piece of dried spiced tofu into a mouth-sized size of a scoop, chewed it vigorously, and then drank the wine in the bowl, and let out a satisfied sound from his throat.

If Ye Linfeng saw his appearance, he would definitely stab him with a sword.

Ye Linfeng walked too slowly, this was not running at all.

Half an hour had passed, and he was still close to the starting point.

He still walked alone, and the battle ahead continued.

Among the candidates who chose to go on land in front of them, a grumpy barbarian boy went on a rampage, his long black hair fluttering with the wind generated by running, and his eyes were a little resolute and a little arrogant.

He was shirtless, with bronzed skin, a sturdy body, and lumpy muscles, and his whole body exuded a strong and unruly atmosphere. The candidates in front of him were all knocked away one by one, and it can be said that they were hit by him and their flesh and blood flew sideways.

A werewolf boy was hit by him and his waist was directly broken in two, a stone man of the stone man clan was smashed into gravel, and a little monk of the Buddhist sect was torn into pieces of meat by him.

He was like a raging fireball, running straight in the direction of the Nameless Peak, not changing direction, even if there was a boulder in front of him, he would smash the boulder.

Just as he was frantically heading towards the Nameless Peak and was about to reach the foot of the mountain, a figure suddenly appeared behind him, and the figure seemed to be illusory.

The figure approached the barbarian boy step by step, and the barbarian boy felt something behind him that was no less powerful than himself.

The barbarian boy didn't look back, and threw a punch directly behind him, the force was extremely strong, wrapped in airflow, and blasted towards the figure.

I saw that the fist of the barbarian boy smashed through the figure directly, as if it had penetrated nothingness, or that it was just a shadow.

"How is that possible?" the barbarian boy couldn't understand, he had inherited the pure bloodline of the barbarian lineage, and thought that few people in the younger generation could avoid his brute fist.

The opponent easily avoided the past, and the opponent was silent as if he had never saved at all.

"Could it be that the opponent is just a shadow? impossible, absolutely impossible, if it is a shadow, it is impossible for me to feel an aura behind me that is almost as powerful as my own. ”

The barbarian boy thought in his heart, his eyes flickering, and his heart was full of doubts.

What puzzled the barbarian boy even more was that this shadow didn't seem to have the intention of attacking him, but was clinging to him like a ghost.

The barbarian boy seemed to understand something, and no longer paid attention to the shadow behind him, but vigorously climbed towards the nameless peak.

This shadow obviously relies on the barbarian boy, and regards the barbarian boy as a pathfinder, and the barbarian boy is not taboo, as long as he can reach the peak of the nameless peak earlier, he can't control so much.

However, when he reached the foot of the Nameless Peak, the barbarian boy's running speed slowed down, and he felt a little tired, as if there was a huge pressure pressing on him.

At the same time, the black-robed little Taoist priest flying in the air and the bewitching woman holding the red thread also slowed down as they approached the Nameless Peak.

The few people who followed closely behind them also felt a huge pressure, this pressure was very huge, and those with low cultivation and not enough mental power directly spewed a mouthful of blood, and the seven orifices bled to death.

At this time, the aunt was also coming from not far away, and Ji Seventeen was about to arrive.

Suddenly, at the foot of the Nameless Peak, three qi Lang were set off, and these three qi Lang were about the same size.

Qi Lang stirred the dust at the foot of the mountain, and then the dust coalesced into three things that looked like evil beasts.