"What do you mean by that?" the old man asked tentatively.

"Which attic are you going to climb to?" The young man put his hands behind his back and walked with a swagger, even showing the air of a peerless master.

But if there was someone behind him at this moment, he would definitely be able to tell that he was bluffing, and even the fingers behind him were trembling nervously.

"The eighth floor." The old man didn't hide anything, he told everything.

"Eighth floor?" The young man was shocked again. Normal news only needed to reach the first six floors, but the news he wanted was actually on the eighth floor.

So does he want a way to enter the treasure house of the imperial city or does he want to know where the paradise on earth is? The young man has wild imaginations and uses his own thoughts to beat the old man in front of him.

But this beggar didn't look like he was here for money and pleasure.

"It's very difficult to reach the eighth floor. What if you fail?"

"No, I will never fail! Even if Tianji Pavilion is massacred today, I will definitely get the news I want!" The old man was stunned for a moment, then shook his head firmly.

The person he wants to save is still waiting for him. No matter what means he uses, he must climb to the eighth floor.

"Very good, you passed the test." The young man seemed to be inspired, the corners of his eyes were moist, and he reached for his sleeve to wipe his tears.

"Passed?" The old man became more and more confused. He didn't know what the young man meant. He just said a word and passed the first level?

"Yes, you passed the test. To be honest, this test is to test your courage and perseverance. You have moved me, so hurry up. The door is on the right. Don't go wrong." The young man urged him and said

It's clear and logical.

Although the old man was still confused, he still climbed up to the attic on the second floor. This young man was too weird, and there was no way to get entangled with him.

"Oh, I met an evil star on the first day and wanted to bloodbath Tianji Pavilion. Fortunately, I was smart enough not to fight with him, and it doesn't mean we have lost face of Tianji Pavilion." Wait until the old man's figure completely disappeared at the door.

The young man who was looking around smiled, as if he was proud of his intelligence.

"Zhu Fanqing, is there someone breaking into the pavilion downstairs?" Suddenly there was a shout from the back room. The voice fell from the sky. It was unknown where it came from. It was obvious that he heard the movement outside.

"No, master, it's raining today, I'm afraid no one will come to break into the pavilion!" Zhu Fanqing roared towards the room, and the voice did not ask any more questions, and soon became quiet.

Zhu Fanqing was the only one left on the first floor again. He took out another steamed bun from somewhere, held a plate of pickles that appeared out of thin air with his chopsticks, and started eating with gusto.

The first to third floors of Tianji Pavilion are guarded by new disciples who have been here for less than half a year, while the third to sixth floors are guarded by disciples who have been here for more than a year.

The most powerful among these disciples is nothing more than a descendant.

The old beggar easily made it all the way to the sixth floor without any effort. He looked at the black wooden stick in his hand, and then thought about the third floor.

The slippery man I met on the first floor even doubted whether all this was true.

In other words, he began to doubt whether Tianji Pavilion could really give him the answer he wanted.

Just as he was thinking about it, the old man opened the door to the seventh floor.

"Pavilion Master, Pavilion Master is in trouble!" A young disciple opened the attic door on the twelfth floor with sweat dripping from his back and shouted loudly.

The twelfth floor of Tianji Pavilion is the library of the master of Tianji Pavilion. It has always been quiet and silent. This scream echoed in the quiet pavilion, which seemed extremely abrupt.

"What's wrong?" An old voice echoed leisurely throughout the attic, making it difficult for people to distinguish his location. They only knew that he was among the chaotic books.

Two personal disciples who had been waiting to serve the Pavilion Master also came out of the back room, leaning on the door case and looking at the panicked disciples.

"Yes, someone... broke into the pavilion." The disciple said breathlessly, not even having time to wipe away the sweat.

The two disciples who came out to watch the excitement heard this and cursed, "Nonsense, isn't our Tianji Pavilion opened here just for them to break into? Don't we want to sell information? What's so surprising about this?"

"But this man has reached the sixth floor all of a sudden, and his strength seems to be that of a golden immortal!"

"Golden Immortal?" The two disciples looked at each other. Generally, those who came to buy information were mostly casual cultivators, and few were very powerful.

Immortal cultivators at the Golden Immortal level are extremely rare among casual cultivators. The information they want to get is not precious. Generally, a six-story pavilion would be worth the sky.

Information that can only be obtained by going to the sixth floor or above is so precious.

"Who is that person and what news do you want?" A disciple asked thoughtfully. Generally, people of this strength are disciples of various sects.

"He is an old beggar. He is covered in hair like an old monkey. He is holding a black wooden stick in his hand. He has already knocked down several of our disciples. The female officer said he wants to break into the eighth floor."

"Eighth floor!" Two disciples screamed. Starting from the sixth floor, the guardians of each floor are elders of Tianji Pavilion, so there are only a handful of people who can reach the eighth floor so far.

Some people say that if you break into the twelfth floor, you can get a glimpse of the secrets of life and death, but you must know that the person guarding this twelfth floor is the master of Tianji Pavilion himself!

"Don't panic." The old and vicissitudes of life voice said leisurely.

"I have already guessed that he is coming. Who is the elder guarding the seventh floor today?"

"Back to the Pavilion Master, it should be the Ninth Elder, but he has something to do today, so his eldest disciple Qin Fengmian is guarding it on his behalf. I thought it was raining today, so no one would come to break into the pavilion..." the serving disciple whispered.

"Qin Fengmian? That's fine. His Golden Immortal-level strength is enough to guard the seventh floor. What about the eighth floor?" The master of the Tianji Pavilion continued to ask, and there was no hint of joy or anger in his words.

"The eighth floor is guarded by the Seventh Elder, and the ninth floor is guarded by the Sixth Elder today. The two of them have the best relationship, so one guards the upstairs and the other guards the downstairs." The serving disciple flipped through the book and read the names listed above to him.

The master of Tianji Pavilion listens.

There are a total of ten elders in Tianji Pavilion, and their strength ranges from the peak of Jinxian to Xuanxian.

At its peak, this level of strength is considered one of the best in the world.

"Well, okay, I understand, you can step back." The master of Tianji Pavilion said calmly, an old and thin arm stretched out from the sea of ​​books, and waved at them.

The three disciples looked at each other and stepped back. Since the Pavilion Master was not worried, they had nothing to worry about.

He is just a little golden immortal. No matter which sect he comes from, Tianji Pavilion is not afraid of him.

An old figure continued to sink in the sea of ​​books.

The old beggar pushed open the door to the seventh floor attic.

An imposing disciple wearing a gray-blue robe was sitting on the ground wiping the sword in his hand. When he saw the old man breaking in, he didn't show much surprise. Instead, he put away the sword in his hand and stood there.

stood up.

Unlike Zhu Fanqing on the first floor, Qin Fengmian has seen too many intruders, but in the past he was guarding the sixth floor, but today he is on the seventh floor.

When he was guarding the sixth floor, few people could defeat him, let alone now that he was the guard on the seventh floor.

"He broke into the pavilion?" Qin Fengmian asked coldly.

He always had a straight face, as if the old man owed him a lot of money, but in fact he always had this cold face, and even the master had never seen him smile.

"Unfortunately, I won't let you pass." Before the old man could reply, he had already said the second sentence decisively.

"Unfortunately, the first few people said the same thing." The old man smiled faintly, picked up the ebony crutch in his hand, and struck it.

When the hard crutch faced the sharp sword, Qin Fengmian was not inferior, and the sword in his hand was held firmly and firmly.

"Golden Immortal?" The old man realized the seriousness of the matter. This disciple was actually of the same strength as him. He originally thought that he would win as easily as before.

"That's right, I'm not the one guarding the pavilion today. You were lucky, otherwise I would have knocked you down on the sixth floor!" Qin Fengmian's tone was extremely domineering. He pushed the sword in his hand upwards, and actually knocked down the man holding the staff.

The old man pushed it out hard.

He is accustomed to using swords, and each sword brings great power and extraordinary momentum.

The old man took a few steps back and looked at the trembling wooden stick in his hand, and tightened his grip even harder. He could see that in terms of strength, he was no match for Qin Fengmian.

Unexpectedly, there was a huge difference between the guardians on the sixth floor and the seventh floor. He was at a disadvantage with just one sword strike.

"You can't make it. If you don't want to get hurt, just go downstairs!" Qin Fengmian gained the upper hand with his sword and did not pursue the victory. He just advised the old man not to fight anymore.

After all, he was an old man. Although his whole body exuded an indescribable stench, Qin Fengmian still didn't want to hurt him. His job was just to prevent them from passing by.

"I will never go down without the news." The old man shouted sharply and raised the wooden stick in his hand to express his attitude.

"Even if you lose your life, aren't you afraid?" Qin Fengmian's hand holding the sword tightened, trying to force the old man to go down with his life.

But of course he couldn't really kill him.

"If I can't get to the eighth floor, what's the use of my life? You can just take it." The old man sneered as if in response to his question, picked up the stick in his hand and faced him again.

It's just that when he picked up the stick again, he no longer cared about defense. He was like a little boy holding a stick who only knew how to chop with his head, without any regard for rules and defense.

The old man doesn't know magic or stick skills. He can only use the stick in his hand to strike with one stick. If he wins, it's enough. If he doesn't win, he will use the second stick.

From the second floor to the sixth floor, due to the crushing strength, no one can catch his three sticks.

But his offensive, which was like pear blossom needles in a rainstorm, was completely blocked by Qin Fengmian.

He holds the sword in one hand and puts the other behind his back, as if taking a leisurely stroll in the courtyard, with his feet taking a leisurely pace. If he can avoid it, he avoids it, and if he can't avoid it, he uses his sword to block it.

The old man's single attack method couldn't do anything to him, and he never expected that this guy who had made it all the way from the first floor to the seventh floor could only swing his wooden stick randomly!
Chapter completed!