Yunzhou, Dazheng State, there is a Yunmeng Mountain Range with a radius of more than 30,000 miles in the northwest.

The Yunmeng Mountain Range is rich in products, and there is also a huge high-grade spiritual vein, which is a holy place for all monks to cultivate. However, of course, this kind of holy place is not something that can be occupied by just anyone, only the most powerful sects can. And the "Purple Void Gate" is the gate faction with absolute strength in Da Zheng Guozhong.

With the extremely strong strength of the sect and the perennial Yuan Infant Ancestor in the sect, the "Purple Void Gate" has occupied this Yunmeng Mountain Range for more than 20,000 years. Over the years, its position has been extremely stable and has never wavered. Even mortals in the mundane world know that this Yunmeng Mountain Range is the place where the legendary immortal masters live, and after a long time, no mortals and idlers will enter or leave the entire Yunmeng Mountain Range and the nearby more than a thousand miles.

"Zixufang City" is located in the outermost part of the Yunmeng Mountain Range, and it can also be said to be the first gateway of "Zixumen".

On this day, in a valley five miles away from the north gate of Zixufang City, about six or seven thousand people consciously lined up in a neat phalanx and stood silently, as if they were all waiting for something. Although each of them did not say a word, like an old monk in a fixed place, it can be seen from their fiery eyes that their hearts are not at peace.

Excited, nervous, hesitant, all kinds of different emotions fill the heart.

In front of this neat phalanx, there were eleven monks dressed in purple, especially one of the middle-aged men with a horse's face who looked even more arrogant. He sat upright on a Taishi chair, leisurely closing his eyes and sipping tea, without paying attention to anyone at all. As for the other ten purple-clothed people, they were separated on both sides like guards, faintly guarding the purple-clothed man in the middle.

A clear-eyed person can recognize at a glance that these eleven people are the leading disciples of the "Purple Void Gate".

But anyone in the Great Zheng Guo Immortal Cultivation Realm knows that the special "Purple Void Cloud Shirt" is the golden signboard of the Purple Void Gate. The leader is an inner disciple with an outstanding status, with a proud cultivation in the condensation period. This can be recognized at a glance only by the gorgeous purple clothes with special moire patterns on his body. After all, in the Purple Void Sect, only monks who had advanced to the condensation stage could be called inner disciples.

Today is the grand day of the "Purple Void Gate", which opens the mountain gate once every five years to recruit low-level disciples.

All of these monks in the condensation period came from all over the country. In addition, there are many people like Lin Quan who are not Da Zheng Guo themselves. The vast majority of the cultivators who came here were between the seventh and ninth layers of condensation, and of course, there were a small number of monks who were at the tenth level or above. As for the monks below the seventh level of condensation, there are very few, and just the registration fee of the Ten Spirit Stones has already killed many low-level monks who want to fish in troubled waters and try their luck.

The registration is not limited to the cultivation of the monk, but the registration fee of ten lower-grade spirit stones is not a small amount. Because once registered, no matter whether or not the spirit stones can be included in the future, they will not be returned. Therefore, all monks below the seventh level of condensation will insist on signing up unless they have absolute confidence in their qualifications or have a skill, and the others have already retreated, after all, it is not easy for low-level casual cultivators to earn some spirit stones, who would be willing to spend ten spirit stones to see the excitement?

However, even if the Purple Void Gate's sudden addition of this registration process this year made the vast majority of casual cultivators very dissatisfied, in fact, they were mainly resentful of the registration fee for the ten spirit stones. But dissatisfaction is dissatisfaction, for the sake of the future avenue road, all the casual cultivators still have to pinch their noses and endure the pain and hand over the registration fee of the ten spirit stones.

The world of cultivating immortals has always spoken with strength, and what you don't pay is people. And according to well-informed people, it is because there are too many monks who come to participate in the ceremony every time, and the good and the bad are extremely mixed. For this reason, the high-level of the Purple Void Gate had to temporarily increase this provision, in order to control the number of people.

At three o'clock, when most people were already waiting a little impatiently. Not far away, there was a sudden flash of inspiration in the sky, and three figures drove various flying magic weapons to break through the sky. Among the three of them, the spiritual power fluctuations emanating from the young man with a cold expression who took the lead with a "sword" and flew at the front were far better than the two behind him.

In the blink of an eye, three figures came to the sky above everyone. In front of the spiritual pressure deliberately exuded by a condensation monk, everyone stood with their heads bowed respectfully. Lin Quan, who was hiding in the crowd, was also stunned, and tried his best to restrain his spiritual sense, behaving like everyone else. Although Lin Quan couldn't tell what level this person's specific cultivation had reached, it was certain that his strength was far superior to that of the Su family's two early stage elders.

"Little brother Ma Zhiyuan greets Senior Brother Leng! I didn't expect that Senior Brother Leng would come in person for this grand opening ceremony. ”

The horse-faced monk, who was still sitting proudly and sipping tea, was very unconcerned when he noticed the three fellow disciples flying from a distance, but when he saw the young man with a cold face in the lead, he suddenly stood up in fright and stepped forward to salute with a smile on his face.

"Disciple, see Uncle Leng. ”

The other ten purple-clothed men also hurriedly bowed and saluted. It's no wonder that these monks in the condensation period are quite aware of this Uncle Leng's reputation.

While laughing, the horse-faced monk Ma Zhiyuan didn't forget to turn his head and glare at everyone before shouting: "What are you all doing standing still!

"See Cold Senior............"

"Mr. Ma is too polite. All Taoist friends are exempt. I didn't expect that so many people would come to participate in the opening of the mountain after signing up this year...... Well, it looks like I've come to the right place. When he saw everyone respectfully greeting him loudly, even if the cold young man had always been weak-hearted, he was extremely satisfied at this time.

After retracting the spiritual pressure, the cold young man continued: "The contemptible Purple Void Gate is cold, and he is in charge of the first round of tests of this opening ceremony. There was not much else to say, and everyone below was divided into ten teams and began to test under the arrangement of the deacon's disciples. ”

Under Leng Wanli's orders, the ten Purple Void Sect monks behind the horse-faced monk all took a step forward. According to the jade talisman received at the time of registration, everyone was divided into ten groups equally.

After glancing at everyone's eager expressions, Leng Wanli continued: "Before that, I would like to remind you that this test is not only quite difficult, but also dangerous. If you can't bear it in the test, please quickly crush the jade talisman issued when you sign up, so that the door can be rescued in time. I advise you not to brace indiscriminately, otherwise I will not be responsible for any damage to my Purple Void Gate! ”

Leng Wanli's reminder suddenly shocked many people's hearts, and they began to think silently in their hearts. Seeing this, Leng Wanli nodded imperceptibly and left first.

The next thing was simple, after the order of the horse-faced monk Ma Zhiyuan, the monks who were divided into ten groups rushed towards a mountain peak under the leadership of ten deacon disciples.