Chapter 282: Above the Grandmaster, Futon Is Seventh!

After passing the illusion test, Lin Bei thought there would be other tests, but unexpectedly, he saw a wide field of vision in front of him.

There are no other tests as far as the eye can see, but a flat and open ground, as if it had been cut into a flat ground by a sword.

In fact, it is indeed cut with a sword, and the smooth ground has no unevenness like an island.

Regarding the abnormal ground, Lin Bei just glanced at it casually, and then set his sights elsewhere.

The island seems to be divided into yin and yang, with one half being flat ground and the other half being towering hills.

Lin Bei's gaze crossed the flat and open ground and fell on the "wall" built by the hills.

In the center of the hill wall, a simple pulpit seemed to have been cut with a sword.

On the pulpit, an old man with white beard, white hair and white robes sat on it, and behind him stood seven disciples in white robes.

"Array Sword Master!"

Lin Bei's eyes lit up, and he looked at this supreme master as he stepped forward.

His complexion is brownish-yellow, with a high nose and deep eyes, but his eyebrows are very sparse. They are not the sword-shaped eyebrows he imagined. Although his face has a good outline, it doesn't look good overall. He just has the bearing of a master, which makes him whole. People give people a sharp aura that makes people dare not look directly at them.

Under the old man Zhenjian, there was a row of futons, thirty in total.

Of these thirty futons, seven are already occupied.

"Seven futons have been occupied, all are masters..."

Lin Bei saw that the seven silhouettes had extraordinary auras on their backs, and they were all obviously masters.

Lin Bei didn't dare to delay, and quickly walked to the eighth futon and sat down.

Since you are listening to the master's sermon, naturally the farther up the front the better, there is no doubt about this. Lin Bei will not be humble, let alone deliberately choose the position at the back.

"I thought I would be ranked very low, but I didn't expect that I would be able to grab the eighth seat..."

Lin Bei took a look at the supreme grandmaster on the podium and the seven great masters behind him, and felt very surprised.

Except for the first illusion, he stayed in the illusion of the Eternal Emperor and the Martial Saint for a long time, so long that he wondered if he had missed the master's sermon.

But when he came out, he discovered that others were even worse than him.

Out of the eight great masters, only seven emerged.

Sun Wujin, who ranks first in Qianlong, and Luo Yiqing, who ranks third in Qianlong, have not yet come out.

After Lin Bei sat on the futon, not long after, the last grandmaster appeared from the fog of formation.

The last one to come out was Grandmaster Murong. After he came out, he first glanced at the old man with swords on the podium, and then lowered his eyes.

When his eyes fell on the eight figures sitting cross-legged on the futon, his expression suddenly froze, and his expression changed a few times. In the end, without saying anything, he quickly walked to the ninth position and sat down.

After him, it took nearly two quarters of an hour before someone else came out of the fog.

The person who came out was Wu Jin, the first grandson of Qianlong!

When Sun Wujin walked out of the fog, his face was still full of murderous intent. He didn't calm down until he stood there and counted his breaths.

He has been troubled by the illusion of his childhood memories for a long time, and he can hardly get out of it.

And when he looked at the nine figures on the futon under the pulpit, his face stiffened like Master Murong's. The difference was that his face changed, and his eyes were fixed on that familiar figure.

"It's that kid Lin Fan! How could it be him! How could he have used the mist formation before me!!"

Sun Wujin's face was gloomy, and his eyes revealed disbelief.

Although he also felt that he had been trapped in the misty illusion for a long time, so long that he suspected that he had missed the master's sermon, but when he saw Lin Bei actually came out one step ahead of him, he still felt unbelievable, and a trace of hostility and murderous intent arose in his heart.

"This kid is obviously no match for me. He was blocked by me and stepped into the island one step behind me, but he walked out of the illusion before me..."

Sun Wujin frowned, walked to the ninth futon and sat down.

"Huh? Murderous intent!"

Lin Bei was sitting and guessing what the supreme master of the Array Sword Master would say when he suddenly felt a look of murderous hostility fall on him.

He turned around to look, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he was filled with surprise: "Sun Wujin! He actually had murderous intent towards me..."

Sun Wujin issued a challenge to him, and later targeted him when he was crossing the Nine Flood Dragon Formation, but at that time he had not sensed murderous intent, only that he was acting domineeringly.

"It seems that Luo Yiqing's analysis is right! Sun Wujin was ugly because of his appearance. He was ostracized and ridiculed in his childhood, which led to a dark psychology, so his brain is a little abnormal!"

Lin Bei thought about Luo Yiqing's introduction to him about Sun Wujin's life and character, and secretly shook his head.

He asked himself that he had not offended Sun Wukin in any way. The only thing he could think of was that because he killed Feitian Xuezhang with one move, many good people compared his combat power with Sun Wukin, who was the best in Qianlong. They thought he had The strength to ascend to the top of Qianlong.

"Perhaps this madman challenged me just because others were talking about it, and when I came out of the fog and illusion before him, he started to kill me..."

Lin Bei thought that the speculation about the madman might as well be a little more extreme. The Sun Wujin he was facing at the moment was probably the kind of madman who could kill him with just one glance.

However, what he didn't know was that Sun Wujin had already had murderous intentions towards Gu Zhengyan since he came to Linjiang and saw him.

Now it's just a matter of no longer hiding it and revealing this murderous intention.

Sun Wujin looked at Lin Bei with evil eyes across Grandmaster Murong, thinking that he would take his life when the sermon was over.

But only half a cup of tea after Sun Wujin, Luo Yiqing also walked out of the misty illusion and came to sit on the tenth futon.

Lin Bei couldn't help but glance sideways, and saw that his eye sockets were slightly red and swollen, as if he had cried. He wondered in his heart: "What did Luo Yiqing experience in the illusion?"

It was difficult for him to ask questions in front of so many people, so he had to keep it in his mind and wait until the sermon was over before asking Luo Yiqing.

Half a stick of incense behind Luo Yiqing, Gu Zhengyan walked out of the mist and illusion with a gloomy face, followed by Qianlong Ninth Jade Taoist, Qianlong Eighteen...

When the Qianlong geniuses who broke through the mysterious entrance came out of the fog, the older generation of mysterious entrance masters were belatedly arriving.

"This foggy illusion formation seems to have a certain relationship with talent potential. Otherwise, the Qianlong genius who became famous at a young age may not be as good as the veteran Xuanguan that has experienced ups and downs for a long time..."

"But that doesn't seem to be the case. The old-style entrance hall has been stuck in the entrance hall for too long, and I'm afraid it has developed an obsession, which can easily be amplified in the illusion."

"And the Qianlong geniuses are all very arrogant. They don't regard the Grandmaster realm as nothing, or at least they don't have any obsession with it. Instead, they think that they can cross the Grandmaster realm gap with just a little effort!"

While Lin Beiluo was doing his analysis, thirty futons were already full.

In the misty illusion, people were walking out one after another.

In the end, the fog gradually faded, and some of the warriors who had not yet emerged looked around in confusion, some cried bitterly, and some laughed stupidly, looking extremely ugly.

The warrior with the mildest symptoms quickly ran to the flat square to seize a position.

The few seats were quickly occupied, and the warriors who were still acting ugly and failed to react did not realize until they woke up that they were almost squeezed into the river.

There was not enough space, so these people were driven away and missed the opportunity of the Grandmaster's sermon.

As the dojo was crowded with people, people's eyes also fell on the thirty futons in the front. They were mixed with envy and jealousy, but they were unable to admire them.

With a loud sword chant, the grandmaster's sermon officially kicked off!