"What a madman." The corner of Qin Fengmian's mouth twitched, and he turned sideways to avoid the unorganized stick again.

The hand behind his back turned into a palm shape and he slapped the old man's chest hard.

This one was very slow and gentle, but it pushed the old man's life ten feet away.

The old man's face was definitely not good-looking. This palm injured his internal organs, causing all the muscles and veins in his body to tremble. A sweet smell surged up in his throat, but it didn't come out at all.

"I told you, you can't beat me. Although you are a good golden immortal, you don't know the magic of immortality at all. With our same cultivation level, you can't defeat me!" Qin Fengmian frowned and said coldly.

shouted.

He really didn't want to hurt the old man unless he had to, but if he continued to be entangled, he would have to give him some trouble.

That slap just now was just to teach him a lesson.

"Our cultivation is equally good, but we are different in one thing." The old man was silent for a while and then spoke slowly.

"What's the difference?" Qin Fengmian shook his head thoughtfully.

"That means I don't care about life or death at all. Even if I die in Tianji Pavilion today, I will have no regrets!" The old man shouted violently.

I don't know where he got the strength from, but his skinny body actually jumped several feet high. He raised the stick in his hand and struck it down from the sky, with the potential to block out the sky and the sun.

The wooden stick fell from the sky with the sound of howling wind. The old man tried to use potential energy and kinetic energy to increase his strength and defeat Qin Fengmian head-on.

"I want to see if you are really not afraid of death!" Qin Fengmian looked at the old man who was attacking him with a stick. Like a dragon crossing a river, Qin Fengmian flipped the long sword in his hand.

The sharp sword pointed straight at the old man. This time he did not defend himself. The point pointed at the old man's chest was right there!

He tried to use this sword full of murderous intent to force the old man to avoid it, but he didn't expect that he knew that the sword would pierce his chest, but he still refused to dodge, and swung the stick in his hand forward without hesitation.

One foot, one foot, one inch! Qin Fengmian never deviated even an inch. The sword in his hand was only an inch away from the old man. He finally turned his wrist and let the sword pierce the old man's shoulder blade.

At the same time, the ebony stick was pressed against his forehead, carrying a biting cold wind.

The old man didn't really chop him down, and Qin Fengmian didn't really take his life.

"Oh, you really are not afraid of death!" Qin Fengmian sighed and took back his sword.

Dark red blood began to flow from the old man's shoulders, and soon stained his already tattered clothes black.

"I told you, if I can't get through this eighth floor, my life will be useless." The old man smiled weakly, withdrew his stick, covered his shoulders, and used his true energy to stop the bleeding.

He hasn't finished breaking through the pavilion yet, and this minor injury does not prevent him from continuing to fight.

"I don't know why you are willing to give up your life." Qin Fengmian sighed again. Maybe in his eyes, people who are not afraid of death are idiots, but they are also worthy of respect.

"But even if you pass my level, you still can't pass the eighth floor. The eighth floor

The elder who guards the pavilion is ten times stronger than me." Qin Fengmian held the sword and slowly walked back to the place, sitting on the ground again with his back to the old man.

Although he didn't say it explicitly, his meaning was very obvious. He would no longer stop the old man from going to the eighth floor.

But the gatekeeper on the eighth floor would never act like him.

"No matter what, I want to give it a try, thank you."

The old man bowed deeply to Qin Fengmian's back and quickly stepped onto the stone stairs.

Maybe the Seventh Elder wouldn't be as easy to talk to as me! Qin Fengmian shook his head and thought to himself, he was still too soft-hearted.

On the twelfth floor of Tianji Pavilion, among the sea of ​​books, an old figure slowly stood up.

"Now, it's time." He slowly crossed the mountain of books, and with every step he swept up the rich zhenqi everywhere. These white zhenqi visible to the naked eye came out from under his robes, filling the Tianji Pavilion.

The twelve layers cover the land like a fairyland.

The old beggar climbed up the stairs and opened the door to the eighth floor.

The guardians on the seventh floor are already golden immortals, but what about the eighth floor? Are they the peak golden immortals or the mysterious immortals? The old man dare not think about it. He only knows that whether it is the golden immortals or the mysterious immortals, even if they are Tai

He will fight with all his strength to become an immortal.

The attic on the eighth floor slowly opened. In the empty room were two exquisite Taishi chairs and an Eight Immortals table. On the table was a long-necked and wide-waisted wine flask, and next to it were two tall wine cups.

It seems that there were people here just now drinking wine and having a long conversation, but they are no longer here at this moment.

The old man frowned. There were only two doors in this small space. One led to the ninth floor, and the other door was tightly closed. The door was locked by a looming golden barrier. The old man just reached out and tapped it.

, I felt a burning pain in my fingertips.

Except for the guardians of the pavilion or the disciples of Tianji Pavilion, outsiders cannot fundamentally destroy this barrier.

"Is there anyone there?" The old man breathed a long sigh of relief, his hoarse voice appearing deep and long in the closed space.

But no one answered except his own.

The old man reached out and pushed the pavilion on the ninth floor, and it turned out to be welded shut. The door to the attic would be opened only after defeating the pavilion guard, but the pavilion guard on the eighth floor was still missing.

He was actually trapped in the eighth floor, unable to go up or down.

Inside the ninth floor.

It is also an Eight Immortals table, with two old men in green robes sitting opposite each other on the chairs, and in front of them is a black and white chessboard.

They were actually playing chess.

"Hey, Old Sixtou, I'm going to throw a piece here, let's see what you do!" The old man in Tsing Yi held a black piece and hit it hard against the chessboard, which made the jade chessboard tremble.

These two old men were both powerful. The one with a wicked smile was Tang Bide, the seventh elder guarding the eighth floor. The other one, frowning and thinking hard, was the sixth elder Sun Yu.

"Be gentle, be gentle. You are here to play chess. Don't damage my chessboard. It is made of blue and white jade and is very valuable." Sun Yu rubbed the jade plate twice with some distress, like

I'm afraid it will

pain.

"Stop talking nonsense, play quickly, play quickly!" Tang Bide couldn't sit still, and kept urging Sun Yu, who was hesitating with the white piece in his hand. The black chess piece was as deep as agate, and the white chess piece was as white as jade. This time

A chessboard and chess pieces looked expensive. No wonder Sun Yu was so worried.

"Why are you anxious? Don't you think carefully when playing chess? Do you think everyone is as anxious as you?" Sun Yu had a frown on his face. It was obvious that this situation was extremely unfavorable to him.

"By the way, did you hear anything?" Sun Yu, who was thinking with his head down, suddenly raised his head, and he vaguely heard someone shouting.

"Where did that sound come from? If you have no other choice, just admit defeat and stop whining." Tang Bide curled his lips, thinking that Sun Yu was trying to distract him.

"Is it really okay for you to just put the eighth floor there and come up and play chess with me?" Sun Yu held the white piece in his hand, but he still couldn't place it for a long time.

"What are you afraid of? My idiot apprentice guarding the first pavilion has said that it's raining outside today and no one will come to break into the pavilion. You said that you old guy was talking here and there, do you want me to relax my vigilance and then

Secretly moving my chess pieces?" Tang Bide cursed and glared.

"I'm telling you, there's no way! I'll be watching you today. If you don't make a mistake for a moment, I'll watch you for a moment. If you don't make a move for a day, I'll watch you for a day! Let's see who can outlast whom!" Tang Bide put his hands on his waist.

Suddenly, I really stared at the chessboard in front of me, my eyes unblinking.

"Alas." Sun Yusheng sighed helplessly, and did not pursue the shouts he had just vaguely heard, but once again thought about the situation in front of him.

The old man waited on the eighth floor for about half a quarter of an hour, but no guard came out, so he couldn't help but raise the crutch in his hand to smash the door.

"I advise you not to break down the door. This door is very valuable, and I guess you may not be able to afford it." An equally old voice sounded behind him.

"Are you the cabinet guard on the eighth floor?" The old man raised the wooden stick without swinging it down. He turned around and saw the person speaking in front of him.

He was a wizened old man with a gray goatee and a short stature. He was no different from the rickety old beggar.

But he was wearing a dark blue Taoist robe, with a smile on his face, like a master living in seclusion in a paradise.

The old beggar couldn't see through his strength, but he could detect the extremely heavy pressure on him. It was an invisible pressure. The old man didn't show any true energy. Just this unconcealable pressure was enough.

It made the old beggar feel scared.

"No, I am the Pavilion Master of Tianji Pavilion." The Pavilion Master of Tianji Pavilion did not mean to hide anything, as if he was just a young disciple of Tianji Pavilion doing odd jobs.

"Master of Tianji Pavilion?" The old beggar narrowed his eyes and looked at the old man in front of him carefully.

He didn't know why the master of Tianji Pavilion appeared here, but his smiling face made the old beggar feel extremely familiar.

"It's you, it's you, it's you!" the old beggar suddenly screamed.

He had seen this Tianji Pavilion Pavilion Master before! When he was very young, the Tianji Pavilion Pavilion Master had not yet

Even though he is so old, he still looks like an immortal who will stop when he enters the stage of ascension!

"How did you become like this?" The old beggar was a little confused.

What exactly had he gone through to become such a celestial being with no desires or desires?

"That's not important. What's important is why you came." The master of Tianji Pavilion smiled slightly and nodded gently.

The old beggar was stunned for a moment. He originally thought there would be a fierce battle, but he didn't expect to directly face the master of the Tianji Pavilion.

"I want to know how to join the Tianshan Sect without being discovered."

"It's very simple, but you have to exchange something." The master of Tianji Pavilion chuckled, and this thing that seemed more difficult than climbing to the sky was actually said so lightly.

"Get something in exchange?" The old beggar was a little confused. He thought that by breaking into the eighth floor, he would get the secret he wanted.

"Do you think you can get any information you want by going to the eighth floor? Our Tianji Pavilion will not engage in loss-making business." The master of the pavilion smiled happily, and the wrinkles on his face made him look like an old naughty boy.

"Climbing to the eighth floor only proves that you are qualified to trade with us. You still have to pay a price for information."

"What price?" After thinking for a moment, the old beggar asked. He didn't know what value he had if he was alone.
To be continued...