Chapter 61
In three days, more than 500 people have gathered in front of Shimen, most of them are mortals who have not practiced, and there are dozens of Qi practitioners among them.
After the three days passed, the fog behind everyone became heavy again, and the eyes could not see.
Even if someone outside wants to worship Misty Peak, they will have to wait until next year.
For three whole days, not to mention the more than 500 people in front of the stone gate, even the two Taoist boys standing beside the stone gate, their faces could not hide their tiredness, and they were standing in a casual chat.
"Senior brother, how many of the more than 500 people you said this time can join the sect?"
"Up to five."
In this empty jungle, the sound of birdsong and running water was incessant, and the voices of the two Taoist boys were as thin as mosquitoes and flies, and others could not hear them at all.
However, among the crowd, there was a scholar in green shirt with a bow on his back and a knife, but he frowned, and a shock flashed in his eyes.
Cultivating the Secret Manual of the Twelve Demon Kings in the Great Wilderness will not only change the physical body. Cultivating the Body Tempering chapter will improve your sense of smell, practicing the Tendon Rehabilitation chapter will improve your eyesight, and practicing the Bone Exercise chapter will improve your hearing.
This change is comprehensive.
Although Su Zimo is a human race, his body and five senses are stronger than those of spirit beasts!
Although the voices of the two Daotong boys were soft, Su Zimo could hear them clearly.
More than 500 people, up to five people can worship the sect!
One hundred to one ratio, what is the concept?
Su Zimo originally thought that by virtue of Tianling root, he could easily worship Misty Peak, but now it seems that Tianling root is not enough for him to rely on.
If you want to worship Misty Peak, the conditions must be extremely harsh, otherwise so many people will not be eliminated!
While Su Zimo was thinking to himself, he heard the two Taoist boys continue to chat.
"Which five people are you optimistic about, senior brother?"
"There are two men and women who don't get along well over there. Although they are only at the fifth level of condensing energy, they seem to have extraordinary temperaments. They are similar. Oh, there is also a little fat man over there. Junior brother, he is fatter than you, hee hee."
Su Zimo turned his eyes.
Outside the crowd, a man and a woman stood not far from each other, out of tune with the crowd.
The man was about the same age as Su Zimo. He was dressed in a purple robe, his eyebrows were drawn into his temples, his face was cut like a knife, and his expression was arrogant. .
The woman was wearing a spotless white shirt, her face was extremely beautiful, and she was very stunning, but her expression was icy cold.
Su Zimo has a feeling that men are not in the same group because they are disdainful, and women are not in the same group because they do not want to.
As for the little fat man mentioned by the two Daotong boys...
To be precise, this little fat man is not small at all. He looks only fifteen or sixteen years old. He can't see his neck or waist. At first glance, it looks like a big bucket gave birth to two elephant legs. He scurried back and forth, without stopping for a moment.
On the big round face, the small eyes blinked and twitched, and in just three days, they had already become one with everyone.
"Senior brother, there is a scholar over there with a bow and a knife, do you think he has a chance?" Fat Daotong asked again.
Hearing the two Taoist boys talking about him, Su Zimo was curious and wanted to hear what the thin Taoist boy had to say.
"This person... is a bit weird. He is a scholar, but he carries a big bow and a knife. I doubt whether his bow and knife are hollow."
At this moment, a ray of morning light fell on the green mountains and green waters.
The sun rises.
The two Taoist boys straightened their clothes and stood on both sides of the stone gate with solemn expressions. By chance, if you can pass through the fog and come here, you have a relationship with Misty Peak."
"The second pass is called Spirit Test Pass. All of you line up and pass through this stone gate in turn. Only those with high-grade spirit roots, earth spirit roots, and heaven spirit roots can enter the third pass."
"The third pass is called the life and death pass. Those who pass the second pass can follow the stone steps behind me and go up the mountain until they reach the top of the mountain. Let me remind you first that this pass is extremely dangerous, and it is slightly dangerous. If you are not careful, you will fall into the abyss of thousands of feet, and there will be no bones left, everyone is cautious, and you must not force it."
Hearing this, everyone froze in their hearts, and their expressions were gloomy and uncertain.
The people worshiped Misty Peak in order to ask for immortality and longevity. If they lost their lives because of worshipping the sect, what kind of immortal would they still cultivate?
The top of the mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, and it is impossible to see the head at all.
Without thinking too much, you can guess that this mountain road will definitely not be easy to walk.
The dozens of Qi practitioners present were smiling and confident.
It is nothing more than mountain climbing, they can all fly with their swords, and this level has no pressure on them.
In the crowd, there was a mortal who was dissatisfied and said loudly: "Two little brothers, they are Qi practitioners themselves, and naturally they can easily fly to the top of the mountain, but we have to climb up step by step, this is not fair!"
"Humph!"
A Qi trainer snorted coldly and said coldly: "How can there be so much fairness in this world? People are born into three, six, nine, and nine classes. If you want to be fair, you should go out and condense your Qi before you come back!"
"You..." The mortal was at a loss for words for a while, and was unhappy in his heart.
The two Taoists of the Misty Sect were not angry, the fat Taoist said with a smile: "Everyone think about it a lot, this mountaineering road is fair to everyone, even a Qi practitioner is impossible, uh... It may not be possible to climb the mountain. The top of the mountain. If you are not careful, Qi practitioners will also be buried here!"
Fat Daotong seemed to have missed something, his eyes were a little flustered, and he quickly changed his words.
Everyone didn't think much about it, it was just that Fat Daotong accidentally said the wrong thing.
Hearing this, many mortals present breathed a sigh of relief.
But the dozens of Qi practitioners had ugly expressions on their faces.
It is not easy for them to cultivate, and some people have even reached the ninth level of condensing Qi. If they died here because of worshipping a sect...
Su Zimo looked sideways slightly.
The arrogant man in the purple robe still closed his eyes, as if he didn't care what the two Taoist boys said.
The woman in the white shirt had a cold face, but her expression remained unchanged, her eyes were calm, as if frozen into ice.
The little fat man in the crowd was giggling, looking heartless and indifferent.
"Come on, number one." Shoudaotong raised his hand slightly, motioning for the person standing in the first place to step forward and walk through the stone gate.
This person is a Qi trainer with seven levels of Qi condensing.
Hearing this sentence, the man was a little nervous, but when he came to the stone gate, he suddenly stopped, bowed to the two Taoist boys, and asked with a smile: "Two Taoists, can ordinary spiritual roots not work? No wiggle room?"
The two Taoists shook their heads.
The man sighed softly and walked towards Shimen.
The moment he walked into the stone gate, a water curtain suddenly appeared in the middle of the stone gate, and there were four different kinds of brilliance flashing on it.
Four attributes, ordinary spiritual roots!
This person desperately wanted to break through the stone gate, but was blocked by the four-color water curtain, unable to move an inch, and was thrown out in the blink of an eye.
fail!
Fat Daotong apologized, nodded to this person, looked at the crowd again, and raised his voice: "The next one."
Sorry, the idea is a bit stuck, the update is a little late~