At the top of the peak, the white clouds are ethereal, and the huge palace is carved with dragons and phoenixes.

Yi Xuan stood with his hands in his hands indifferently, and there were twenty monks standing in front of him.

The twenty monks were dressed differently, but the largest number was a monk wearing the high-grade magic robes of the Fire Cloud Sect, and Zhang Yang was among them.

Next to him are Yi Congyang, Huang Shengnan, and Song Fei, three senior brothers and sisters, and the other eight fellow disciples have acquaintances and three who don't.

The acquaintances are all those who have met in the ten-year competition, Senior Sister Wen, Senior Sister Miao, Wei Zixu, as well as the Wu Zhong of the Double Spirit Root, and the expressionless Xiao Tianchen.

The original three inner disciples, as well as the two outer disciples, have now successfully built their foundations. Among them, the outer disciples have made countless times the effort, such as Senior Sister Miao, who killed the two cultivators in the same sect, and Wei Zixu, who bravely entered the small spirit realm and placed Zhang Yang together.

The spiritual root qualifications or backgrounds of the two are not as good as Senior Sister Wen, Wu Zhong, and Xiao Tianchen, but now with their own efforts, they have become foundation building monks and are standing here.

At this time, Zhang Yang even somewhat understood what the two of them were doing.

In addition to the three senior brothers and sisters and the five people, there were also three young monks wearing Huoyun Sect's high-level magic robes, their faces were very unfamiliar, and Zhang Yang had never seen them.

Standing beside Zhang Yang and other Huoyun Sect monks, there were also four waves of monks, from Changle Fang, Yixian Pavilion, Baihualou, and Fengyi Temple, two of each.

Changle Fang, Baihualou and Fengyi Courtyard are two men and two women respectively.

Only a man and a woman came to Yixian Pavilion, Zhang Yang turned his eyes, and he actually knew him!

The woman has the color of a captivating city. It was the Ouyang monk who bought his poems in Yixian Pavilion with hundreds of medium-grade spirit stones, and gave them to Zhu Guo. This woman was also stunned when she saw Zhang Yang, and immediately smiled kindly.

The man next to Sister Ouyang. Zhang Yang has also seen it, that is, in the Yixian Pavilion back then, the middle-aged monk dressed as a scribe and holding a feather fan, this person was also stunned when he saw Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang stood in the main hall, more and more curious about what the master called them here, for some reason, he thought of the stone gate sealed behind the treasure room, Senior Brother Zhao said that he would soon know what was behind the stone gate.

Yi Xuan spoke indifferently. Let Zhang Yang know that he guessed correctly.

"Everyone has arrived, everyone follow me to the Fire Spirit Pool!"

After Yi Xuan finished speaking, he walked out of the main hall first, followed by Zhang Yang and other twenty monks. Some of them have a knowing face, such as the monks of Changle Fang, Yixian Pavilion, Fengyi Temple, and Baihualou. Some of their faces flashed with a little expectation, such as Senior Sister Wen and Xiao Tianchen. Some have indifferent faces, such as Yi Congyang and Seinfeld.

More are a little curious, such as Zhang Yang and Huang Shengnan. Wu Zhong, Wei Zixu and others.

Sure enough, as Zhang Yang expected, everyone flew to the foot of the mountain and walked towards the belly of the mountain where the flint room was located. The outer disciple guarding the flint room was not very surprised to see the sect master coming in person, and looked at Zhang Yang and the others behind Yi Xuan, with a look of envy on his face.

As Yi Xuan opened the stone door of the treasure room. Everyone walked into it, and Senior Sister Wen, Wu Zhong, Wei Zixu, Xiao Tianchen and others, who had never entered the treasure room, had different faces. Looking at more than a dozen treasures and more than a dozen natural treasures, there is excitement, greed, yearning and so on. The look varied.

Passing over the empty treasure room, Yi Xuan took out another token and opened the stone gate that made Zhang Yang curious, and everyone walked into it in turn.

A very large stone room that enters the eye, in the stone room stands nine fiery red giant pillars surrounded by several people, each of which is surrounded by a lifelike fiery red dragon, exuding a compelling momentum.

At the top of the giant pillar, there was a dragon with angry eyes, opening its mouth, and nine red and white flames spit out from the mouths of the nine dragons, connecting in the middle of the nine giant pillars, making a burst of abnormal sounds, gathering into a huge fireball several zhang square, showing red and white colors.

Below the fireball, in the center of the nine giant pillars, there was a huge jade pool.

Zhang Yang looked at the strange scene in front of him, and realized, this is the fire spirit pool that the master said?

According to the records of the sect, the ancestor hunted the nine-headed third-order dragon with fire attribute in the Hidden Dragon Valley, and returned to the sect to lay down this Nine Dragons from the fire array and set up the fire spirit pool. ”

"The Fire Spirit Pool has a miraculous effect on the monks who practice the fire attribute exercises, and all the monks in this sect who have successfully built the foundation enjoy the opportunity to enter the Fire Spirit Pool to cultivate once, and the cultivation can be refined from the first floor of the foundation to the second layer of the foundation, or even the third layer of the foundation. ”

"According to the rules of the sect, the Fire Spirit Pool is opened once every ten years. ”

Listening to the master's words, Zhang Yang was secretly surprised.

First of all, what he valued most was to advance from the first floor of the foundation to the second layer of the foundation, and even the third layer of the foundation! Doesn't this mean that a monk has been saved from decades of hard work? Even with Zhang Yang's net worth, he can also save a long time and a large number of spirit stones.

In addition, Zhang Yang is a little yearning for the methods of the ancestor Huoyun Ancestor. The name Hidden Dragon Valley he had seen in the records of the sect, it was a famous territory in the north of the Xuanzhou Immortal Cultivation Realm, at the junction of Xuanzhou and the Firmament Grassland.

The Hidden Dragon Valley has a radius of tens of thousands of miles, and there are countless dragon demon beasts in it, most of them are second-order and third-order! Jindan monks are also very dangerous to enter it. But even so, there were still many high-level monks who entered it to hunt the dragon, because the dragon was a treasure!

Even if there are many high-level monks who enter the Hidden Dragon Valley to hunt the dragon, the Hidden Dragon Valley is still tenacious, which shows that there are a large number of dragon monsters and monsters among them, and the reproduction ability of the demon beasts is strong.

Huoyun Ancestor entered the Hidden Dragon Valley, hunted the nine-headed third-order dragons, and laid down the means of 'Nine Dragons Leaving the Fire Array', but it made Zhang Yang yearn for it.

The next action of his master made Zhang Yang stunned again, only to see that as the master slapped the storage bag, one after another elixirs flew out of it, and flew into the air above the fire pool, and the huge red and white fireballs flew away.

Each elixir is shining, fragrant, and it is a hundred-year-old elixir!

As soon as each elixir touched the huge red and white fireball, it turned into a viscous jade liquid like a lit candle and dripped into the fire spirit pool below, and Zhang Yang noticed that the viscous jade liquid was mixed with a trace of red and white flames.

Seven or eight hundred hundred-year-old elixirs flew out of Yi Xuan's storage bag, all of them turned into jade liquid and landed in the Fire Spirit Pool, filling the entire Fire Spirit Pool for seven or eight points.

I saw a milky white jade liquid churning in the fire spirit pool, and there were wisps of red and white flames overflowing from the jade liquid, and with a fragrance wafting out of the fire spirit pool, Zhang Yang just attracted a mouthful, and he felt a burst of relief, and the true yuan in his body was ready to move.

"Let's go down!" Throwing out seven or eight hundred hundred-year-old elixirs, Yi Xuan's unfazed face inadvertently flashed a little pain, and he spoke indifferently. (To be continued......)