Jing Jiu and Zhuo Rusui had just fought in that valley. They had no friendship with each other, but they were still the same students after all. When they entered the Yunmeng Fantasy Realm, they had to fight side by side.

The head of the sect, Zhenren Liu, agreed to Jing Jiu to fight on behalf of Shuiyue'an. Perhaps this was because of this idea. The two strongest young men in Qingshan joined forces and might be able to fight Zhongzhou.

Zhuo Rusui failed to become the next person to pass the test. When everyone in the building found that He Zhan's answer was OK, they couldn't help but feel confident and raised their hands one after another.

Qing'er looked at someone and asked, "What is the equivalent of three and sixty?"

The man thought for a moment and said, "It's one year."

It was obvious that he was very confident in his answer and looked around with a little bit of pride.

His answer is the same as He Zhan's previous answer, but if he answered 360 directly, he would be suspected of picking up people's wisdom, so he turned a corner.

There are 360 ​​days a year.

Everyone thought about it and found that this idea made sense.

Unexpectedly, Qing'er said directly: "Wrong, it should be sixty-three."

If you are wrong, it is wrong, but this is the answer!

Everyone showed absurd expressions on their faces, and the four words surged in their hearts again - is that okay?

The man was stunned and said dissatisfied: "Why? You always have to give me some reason."

Qing'er glanced at him and said, "Because you are too ugly, I don't like it, I don't want you to go in, that's the reason."

The man was not convinced, waved his arms and shouted excitedly, protesting against the injustice he suffered.

Bai Zao stood aside and ignored it.

A touch of intimidation flashed through Qing'er's tender eyebrows and eyes, and Qian'er's arms emerged from behind and took a hard shot.

A thunderous roar resounded throughout the valley.

The man disappeared directly from the building, and when he appeared again, he had reached the middle of Echo Valley, was shaken to the cliff, and fainted directly.

Everyone's faces were slightly pale and they felt fearful.

Qing'er shouted: "Next!"

At this time, people had already seen that the Qingtianjian's questioning was not regular nor any rules, and it seemed to depend entirely on her mood.

Thinking of the tragic situation of the contestant before, the building was silent. No one raised his hand for a long time, and Zhuo Rusui's eyelids drooped again.

Tongyan had already remembered all the contestants' habits and movements and clothing details and walked out.

Everyone was a little curious or alert. Qingtianjian is a magic weapon of Zhongzhou School. So will Miss Qing'er give him some simple questions in favor?

A chessboard appeared in front of Tong Yan. Is it necessary to play chess? The crowd was slightly turbulent and thought that he wanted to play chess with Tong Yan. This was too obvious, right?

Six black chess pieces and six white chess pieces appeared on the board, not scattered, but stacked together, trembling slightly with the breeze, and seemed to collapse at any time.

Qing'er fell on the chessboard, her little face full of eagerness to try, and she said, "I can't play chess, I can't play you, let's play marbles."

Tongyan was stunned for a moment and realized that she was the little girl who often came to play with her when she was a child.

Back then, he thought she was a monster in Yunmeng Mountain, and he never dared to tell his master's wife that who would have thought that she was the soul-taughter of Qingtianjian.

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...

As a white piece fell, the childish face won the marble scene.

Everyone could see clearly that this game of marbles seemed simple, but in fact it was very complicated.

Cultivators have a much better grasp of strength and accuracy than ordinary people, and it is extremely difficult to bounce the chess pieces stacked together in turn.

What's more, his opponent is the soul-taughter of Qingtianjian.

Qing'er squatted on the chessboard and focused on watching Tongyan's last blow, stood up dejectedly and said, "Okay, you'll win."

The childish face was very dangerous, but he felt a little nervous at the end. He glanced at the little girl, turned around and walked back to the back of the building.

Zhuo Rusui seized this opportunity, came to the chessboard, drooped her eyelids and said, "We're here to play marbles too?"

Qing'er was a little disappointed at this time. Seeing him looking more dejected than himself, she couldn't help but feel curious and asked, "Why are you so uninspired?"

Zhuo Rusui said: "I didn't sleep well last night."

Qing'er thought that this kind of thing could be so nervous, and it seemed that there was no future. She said, "Okay, my problem is..."

Zhuo Rusui said weakly: "Has I answered your question already?"

It's quiet.

Qing'er was stunned for a moment before she understood what he meant. She showed a look of surprise on her face and said, "You mean I asked you why you are not energetic?"

Zhuo Rusui said for granted: "Yes."

People couldn't help but feel emotion, wondering what happened to Qingshan Sect over the years?

Qing'er was speechless, but found that what he said made sense, and felt frustrated in his heart, and said, "You're ruthless, go in."

Zhuo Rusui walked slowly behind the building.

Qing'er flew away from the chessboard and came into the air. She was in a bad mood when she looked at the scene. She thought that she must make things difficult for her to extricate herself.

Jing Jiu came over.

Qing'er looked at his face and couldn't help but be stunned. She forgot to flap her wings and float on the chessboard.

She woke up, her little face turned slightly red, and she asked softly: "What's your name?"

"Ying Jiu."

“It sounds so nice.”

Jing Jiu passed the test like this.

There was an uproar inside the building.

Bai Zao smiled helplessly and walked forward.

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...

Behind the building is already deep in the cliff wall of Echo Valley, with a stone cave above it, which looks like a patio.

Jing Jiu doesn't like such a place, but he doesn't show it.

The skylight fell from the cave and illuminated the ground.

On the ground is a bronze formation about fifty feet in a radius.

If you ignore the patterns and cracks on it, you can think of it as a big glass.

The huge bronze mirror emits an indescribable breath. This breath is thousands of times lighter than the lightest perfume, but it can be smelled accurately, or sensed, extremely fresh. It smells like a sip of the body and it seems that it will be a few points, which is somewhat similar to the breath when Qing'er waves her sleeves.

What is wonderful is that such a light taste brings an extremely rich feeling, and even the thickest milk and strong wine are far inferior to that.

I think this is the Qingtianjian.

Jing Jiu looked around and saw twenty-six cushions in the cave.

A very extreme line extends below each cushion, leading to the Qingtianjian.

If you observe it in detail, you can find that the thin lines are actually rivers, and there are various ships on the rivers.

Those boats had troop men, cargo merchants, ladies who lifted the curtains to see the scenery, and women who were breast-feeding breasts were lifelike, but they were not alive, and they were obviously not living things.

Everyone who came in front was meditating with their eyes closed, and so was Zhuo Rusui.

That extremely light but extremely strong aura is probably a trace of fairy energy leaked from the Qingtianjian. Practicing in the fairy energy is something that every practitioner dreams of.

Jing Jiu glanced at the disciple of the merciless sect, chose Zhang Putuan to sit down casually, reached out and waved some wind to the face, took a bite, confirming that it was a real fairy spirit.

The Qingtianjian is a treasure of heaven, also known as the magic weapon of immortals, but it has never left this world. It should not have such an aura.

Could it be that the immortal talisman of immortality has been in the Qingtian Mirror, or in the Yunmeng Fantasy Realm?

No wonder my senior brother couldn't find it no matter how hard he looked for it.

Thinking of these things, Jing Jiu felt more and more clear in his heart, and it was still not very good.

Participants came to the cave one after another.

Bai Zao, Que Niang, Scholar Xi from Yimaozhai, and the Kunlun School scholar and others all passed the test.

They were shocked when they saw the Qingtianjian, and then sat down as quickly as possible to start meditation and practice.

Of course Bai Zao would not be like this. It is obvious that Tong Yan had never come to Qingtianjian, but she was very familiar with it.

As the beloved daughter of the head of the sect, Zhenren Bai, her status in Yunmeng Mountain is indeed special. It seems that she has a lot of experience in practicing here and even in the illusion.

After all the twenty-six cushions were filled, Qing'er flew in and clapped her hands.

The afterimage of thousands of hands moves, and the wind blows in the blue sky.

Everyone woke up from meditation and looked at each other with their eyes firmer and more eager than before. It was just a trace of fairy energy leaked from the Qingtianjian. After meditating and practicing for a while, they obviously felt the difference. If they could obtain the immortal talisman of immortality, what kind of luck would it be?

No one will give up on such an opportunity.
To be continued...