The weather is gentle and sunny, and it is perfect for travel.

Outside the mountain gate of the Dharma Xiang Sect, a group of monks gathered rarely.

Two of the old men were the most eye-catching. They stood there casually, but a large piece was empty around them. The others hid far away and secretly looked at them with awe.

The two old men, the thin and serious face, the surname Ge, and the surname is Chen, the rich and smiling face, both are the grandmasters of the Jiedan period of the Faxiang School.

This time, Wuhuigu and his party were led by the two of them.

The other dozens of young monks are the Qi Refining Disciples who represented the Faxiang Sect to participate in this trial, and Zhang Fan was also among them.

After waiting for a while, the old man named Ge coughed lightly and said, "Let's go!"

As he said that, a snow-white bead surrounded by water vapor was shaking, and a "swoosh" sound shot out from his cuffs, flew into the air and suddenly dissipated, turning into clouds and mists all over the sky, covering all the low-level disciples. Then the clouds condensed into clouds, lifting everyone to break through the air in the distance.

"Is this a magic weapon?" Zhang Fan stepped on Yun Duo under his feet and thought with a little excitement.

As soon as the clouds and mist were covered, the whole person immediately lost all five senses. When he came to his senses, he was already on the clouds and saw only the scenery on both sides retreating rapidly.

As soon as the horror was settled, the group of Qi Refining Cultivation Cultivation Cultivation Cultivation Centre were naturally divided into two groups and communicated in a low voice.

One group is a core disciple wearing an ice silkworm robe and an inner disciple in a white sect. The other group is composed of an outer disciple of Qingyi and Blue sect and an ordinary disciple. The two are clearly divided, as if they are not from the same sect.

Although Zhang Fan couldn't stand this behavior of deliberately highlighting his status, he still stood by the core disciples, and he was not interested in doing things that were not pleasing to both sides.

After a while of observation, Zhang Fan discovered something that was inconsistent with what he learned. Among the disciples of this year's trial, there were still many disciples of Qingyi and Blueyi, but the number of core disciples and inner disciples was obviously much higher than in previous years. This is not counting, but the level of cultivation has also been enhanced. Most of them are masters above the tenth level of the Qi Refining Stage. One hand like him who has a cultivation level of about seven levels can be counted.

As far as he knows, the Wuhui Valley Trial has always been more popular among the lower-level disciples. The outstanding disciples carefully trained by the sect have never participated in it, and nearly half of them this year are incredible.

This is just like the situation in the secular world. Rich people always cherish their lives. Those who believe that "the eggs are on the sky when they die, and they will never die for thousands of years." are often poor people. Specifically in the world of immortal cultivation, they are lower-level disciples who have no hope.

Zhang Fan was thinking about a young monk who was white and fat and had small eyes suddenly squeezed to him and sat down, shaking his fat meat and said, "You are junior brother Zhang Fan, please get to know him. Cui Ren is delicious all his life and has a big belly. He is so good to recognize him."

As he said that, he was quite large and smiling like Maitreya Buddha.

Zhang Fan was stunned and smiled, "I have met Senior Brother Cui, but I don't know how Senior Brother recognizes me?"

Zhang Fan thought he was quite low-key. For several years, he either practiced in seclusion or refining magic weapons. He rarely communicated with these fellow disciples. Cui Renn could recognize him at a glance, but he was quite capable.

Cui Ren smiled bitterly when he heard this, "Why don't we recognize the first weapon refining master of the younger generation of Faxiang Sect? Speaking of which, I, Cui, have been killed by your old man several times in Banxian Hall."

This person was interesting, and Zhang Fan started chatting with him with great interest.

After chatting around for a long time, Cui Ren suddenly said in his ears mysteriously: "Junior Brother Zhang, I wonder what reward your master gave you this time?"

"Reward? What reward?" Zhang Fan was puzzled, but his face was silent and asked back: "Where are you, Senior Brother Cui?"

"Haha, my master is rare to be generous, saying that as long as we win, we will reward a spiritual weapon." Speaking of the word "spiritual weapon", Cui Ren's eyes, which were already small, were suddenly narrowed and could not find them.

"Same." Zhang Fan said perfunctorily, thinking in his heart that there is indeed an inside story. Win? Who can win? It can only be the other two sects. It seems that the upper class of the sect regarded this trial as a bet. Although he didn't know what it was worth betting on the lives of elite disciples, the blood color of this trial was even stronger than in previous years, but it was certain.

Thinking in my mind, Zhang Fan chatted with Cui Ren in a mess and just passed the way.

Ten hours later, the cloud-like magic weapon fell down at a narrow valley entrance.

After falling from the clouds, Zhang Fan discovered that nearly a hundred cultivators from outside the valley were waiting. It was thought that the Yuling Sect and the Fantasy Demon Dao arrived first.

"Fellow Daoist Ge, I haven't seen you for many years, are you safe?"

"Fatty Chen, are you not dead yet? Haha, I haven't come to the Yuling Sect to see my brothers for decades. Have you finished drinking the Five Immortals Brew I brought to you last time?"

Before he finished speaking, the two old men flew out of the two camps in a jade flute and a purple-red centipede, and came to the Faxiang Sect.

The old man with his feet on the jade flute has a graceful face and graceful demeanor; the centipede rides with a red face and a domineering appearance. Their appearance is simply two extremes. Judging from the way they greeted Ge and Chen, they thought they were also the Grandmaster of the Killing Dan stage.

Several great masters in the Dan-Jianging Stage greeted each other. The old man with red face suddenly turned his head and glanced at the monks dressed in a core disciple such as Zhang Fan, and said, "Ge Leng-faced, Fatty Chen, this is the elite monk of your Faxiang Sect. Doesn't he look very good?"

After being swept by the old man with red face, Zhang Fan immediately felt his tailbone tightening, his hair all over his body exploded, and there was a tingling sensation between his skin, as if something was about to be penetrated.

"Hmph!" The old man surnamed Ge took a step forward, blocked the disciples, and said coldly: "Old man Chi, can you fight?"

When he stopped him, Zhang Fan suddenly felt relieved, and at the same time was shocked.

"Haha, why bother to meet once in a few decades?" The old man surnamed Chen still looked smiling, as if he was trying to persuade him to fight, but his eyes were aiming towards the direction of the Fantasy Demon Dao and the disciples of the Yuling Sect. At the same time, his robe was blown away without wind. Even if he stood behind him, he could still feel the momentum soaring into the sky.

The old man with red face snorted coldly, and did not speak, but just moved his eyes away from the disciples of the Faxiang Sect.

"As a hundred years old, why bother fighting in front of the children!" The old man holding the jade flute made a smooth move at the right time and said, "I have recently finished a song, so I'm just asking you guys to taste it."

The old man surnamed Ge pondered for a moment and said to the disciples of the Faxiang Sect: "You will do your own things first, and be familiar with the fellow Taoists of the two sects." After this, he added: "Remember not to fall into the majesty of my Faxiang Sect."

After saying that, he waved his sleeves and discussed with the other three masters of the Killing Physical Stage.

Faced with the pressure from the other two sects, the two groups of disciples of the Faxiang Sect unconsciously gathered together and walked towards the entrance of the valley. Following the flow, Zhang Fan accidentally found an acquaintance among the disciples in Qingyi.

"It's him." Zhang Fan's expression was still, but he was shocked.

Han Wei! The Qing-clothed disciple who was walking beside him was the young man who could not stand up five years ago when he was kneeling outside the mountain gate.

Feeling his cultivation level, Zhang Fan became more and more surprised. Han Wei's cultivation level was not weak at all at all, just like him, and was at the peak of the seventh level of the Qi Refining Stage.

When Han Wei knelt down and entered the school for a long time, he could imagine his qualifications. As a disciple in Qingyi, he could not have treated Zhang Fan like that. Since this is the case, if his cultivation level at this time can reach such a level, there will be an adventure.

Zhang Fan secretly felt in his heart.
Chapter completed!