One of the four disciples wore white gauze on his head, his graceful figure was wrapped in plain clothes, and he held a long sword with a cold light in his hand, as if he should not be approached by strangers.
"Xuan'er?" Ye Chentian was stunned.
Even though Chen Xuan'er concealed his face, but with Ye Chentian's obsession with him, and the fact that the two of them had already had a good time, each of them had a strong feeling in their hearts. The moment Ye Chentian saw Chen Xuaner, he recognized him Out.
The graceful woman in plain clothes trembled all over. Since Ye Chentian walked out of the wormhole, she felt something, and looked at Ye Chentian with a complicated expression.
Ye Chentian leaned in front of Chen Xuan'er, wanting to lift the white veil covering his face with a playful smile.
"Young master, you have overstepped."
The cold air overflowed in the voice, like a piece of ice that has been around for thousands of years, even if you get close, you can feel the bone-piercing coldness.
Ye Chentian smiled awkwardly, and withdrew his hand angrily, but still stood beside Chen Xuan'er.
Chen Xuan'er's exquisite brows frowned slightly, and there was no good way to deal with Ye Chentian, a scoundrel. Ever since she was drugged by a disciple of the Tianyun Sect and flirted with Ye Chentian, Chen Xuan'er has been able to avoid it, but Ye Chentian was like a The dog skin plaster is like a plaster, and it can't be shaken off no matter what.
Ye Chentian stood beside Chen Xuaner, the latter couldn't let Ye Chentian go away, right? But no one has such a rule.
The other three disciples are all from various sects, and their strength is naturally among the best. Ye Chentian can perceive that their profound energy cultivation is not weak. In the appearance of the eighth level of concentration, there are two appearances that may be able to reach the ninth level of concentration.
"Sure enough, it's not the weak who can pass through the dry grass space." Ye Chentian grinned, but he didn't take it seriously. His flame body reached the third floor, and these disciples could explode after a while.
Even if he faced Mu Qing again, Ye Chentian was confident that he would take down Mu Qing within five moves.
"Isn't this Ye Chentian? I didn't expect you to pass the test." One of the disciples sneered, looking at Ye Chentian rather unkindly.
In his sect, most of the disciples in this trip to the ruins were slaughtered by Ye Chentian in front of the spirit gathering formation, so naturally they had a lot of resentment towards the latter.
However, there is only resentment, and he dare not make a move.
At that time, Ye Chentian taught a big disciple a lesson, but he saw it all. With his strength, he was not qualified enough to provoke Ye Chentian.
"Even a rotten fish like you has passed the test, so naturally I can pass."
Ye Chentian smiled faintly, anticipating that the other party had no guts to make a move, so he casually fought back and then stopped responding.
The five people below the main hall kept making noises, and they didn't quite understand why they were brought here. Finally, the man above the main hall slowly raised his head, his empty eyes were dark, and stared at the five people below the stage.
"I'm from Shengding Palace, Qi Ling."
The dry and hoarse voice was transmitted, and this voice contained an invincible will, constantly oppressing Ye Chentian and others.
"My God, Qi Ling."
"It is said that only prefecture-level magic soldiers have the chance to produce weapon spirits. Unexpectedly, this Shengding Palace has reached the prefecture-level standard?"
"Wait, Shengding Palace is a weapon?"
Except for Ye Chentian and Chen Xuan'er, the other three were all shocked, looking at the man on the altar in disbelief.
Ye Chentian already knew that the Shengding Palace was the key to unlock a certain fairy tomb, so it was not surprising that the Shengding Palace would produce a weapon spirit, and he even guessed that it was a tool spirit playing tricks in the Withered Grass Space.
As for Chen Xuan'er, Ye Chentian was a little surprised. It seemed that Chen Xuan'er knew about it a long time ago, so she wasn't surprised at all.
Xuantianmen was a behemoth that could not lose to Yunzong a long time ago. Even though it has fallen now, the inheritance still exists. Chen Xuaner also knows that the Shengding Palace is the key to the fairy tomb, and this is the purpose of this trip.
This is also the ultimate treasure pursued by the royal family, Yan Palace, and many forces.
"Shengding Palace has been looking for inheritance disciples for thousands of years. Every time the ruins are opened, ten disciples will be sent in. However, very few of them can pass the test of the withered grass space. This time, there are more."
The figure of the man on the altar was illusory, floating indistinctly, and he spoke to himself.
"Congratulations on passing the test of the dry grass space. Next, you will see a precious picture with the longest inheritance from Shengding Palace."
Boom.
The melodious bell rang, and a transparent light screen appeared in front of everyone, and an ancient picture gradually appeared.
One person on the light screenPractitioners below the first level, this is where Wanzhen's dominance lies.
You must know that the Yunzong ruins can only enter the disciples on the fifth level of Concentration just because of the array arranged by Shengding Palace Qiling. Even if some powerful elders come to attack for thousands of years, this rule is far from being broken.
And as the master of Shengding Palace Artifact Spirit, Ye Chentian can't get out of trouble even if Wanzhen arranges the formation at will.
On the hall stage, Qi Ling looked at the disciples in the five colorful colors below the stage, and his expression was a little dissatisfied.
"I don't understand formations at all, I wander around indiscriminately, and I can't blame anyone if I die."
"Even if you use artifacts to explore the way and step on the formation, it is still difficult to get out of these tests left by the master."
"Huh?"
Qi Ling's eyes fell on Chen Xuan'er. At this moment, there was a faint blue luster around Chen Xuan'er's body, which was very magical. However, most of the formations Chen Xuan'er was in had been broken, and all kinds of death formations were gradually resolved.
Even, Chen Xuan'er portrayed the formation arranged by Wanzhen and took it for her own use.
"There are disciples with such high attainments in formations in the Qingxuan Continent!"
Qi Ling finally had a smile on his face, and looked at Chen Xuan'er with relief in his eyes. He had waited here for a thousand years, and finally found a great disciple. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com