Mysterious mirror hanging high

After walking like this for more than half an hour, Guan Lingxiao felt drowsy and his legs felt like they were filled with lead. He only had instinct left and managed to cross the last stone step with the breath in his heart.

Perhaps it was because the gravity restriction really varied from person to person. Even though Guan Lingxiao was blind and lame, and had no internal strength, he still managed to get a good result of being in the top ten. Apart from those martial arts masters, he was almost the first person to reach the top.

When the first thirty people reached the mountain gate, the gravity restriction on the stone steps disappeared, and a formation barrier suddenly rose outside the mountain gate, blocking those who came later. Many ordinary people were only one step away from entering. No matter how they cried and kowtowed, the middle-aged Taoist Zhao Ran no longer looked at them. He glanced at the thirty people who were panting and said:

"Follow me into meditation."

Everyone followed Zhao Ran into Yuankong Temple and arrived at a spacious courtyard. Zhao Ran put his whisk on his shoulder and said leisurely:

"This second level will test your fighting abilities. Thirty people will fight each other in pairs. The winner will advance to the third level, while the loser will have to leave the mountain."

"Although victory or defeat is determined at a certain point, swords and knives have no eyes. You are all famous martial artists in the martial arts world, and you all possess amazing skills. If you can't withstand the blow, there is no need to worry about life or death. If you feel that there is no chance of victory, you can admit defeat at any time."

This statement caused a commotion among the crowd, and the ordinary warriors with mediocre martial arts skills raised an objection:

"Master, the martial arts cultivation levels of these thirty people vary greatly, and some are even masters. How can our mediocre skills be compared with those of masters? Isn't this a bit unfair?"

Zhao Ran smiled upon hearing this and said, "Immortal fate, immortal fate, but there is a word 'fate' in it. If you seek the way of the immortals, destiny may be the key... If you encounter an enemy far superior to yourself, you can admit defeat in this test now, but what if you really encounter a mortal enemy? Do you really expect them to let you go?"

"If you don't have the luck, then you won't be able to become an immortal."

After saying that, he took out thirty fortune sticks from his sleeve, made a hand gesture, and they turned into thirty streams of light and flew into the hands of everyone.

"Those who draw the same hexagram will fight each other until one of them surrenders or dies."

Guan Lingxiao narrowed his eyes and stared at the fortune stick in his hand. When he raised his head, a vague hint of blood appeared in front of him.

It was the old man in the blood-red robe who had asked for help when climbing the stairs before. He never expected that he had also passed the test of climbing the stairs.

Guan Lingxiao breathed a sigh of relief. Although he couldn't tell the strength of the old man in the blood-red robe, he was definitely not at the level of a martial arts master. He still had a chance of winning.

The blood-stained old man glanced at Guan Lingxiao, then slowly pulled out a golden hammer from his back, holding it in his hand. He smiled and said, "What a coincidence! It's you, little brother... You didn't know what was good for you when you climbed the stairs, and now you've received retribution. Although I'm not a martial arts master, I'm a veteran martial arts expert. How can you, a mere ten-year-old kid, fight me?"

Guan Lingxiao said coldly, "Old man, I've been roaming the martial arts world for a few years now, but I've never heard of any hammer-wielding experts in Daliang... Besides, you look at least sixty years old, and you're not a martial arts master. You can't lock onto your innate essence, and you're already old and weak. As the saying goes, a young man's fists are better than a strong one's. You may not be my match."

The old man in the blood-red robe seemed to be confident of victory and said with a smile, "Then let's give it a try."

brush--

Before the old man could finish his words, Guan Lingxiao thrust his sword forward.

This sword strike came without any warning, and was somewhat of a sneak attack. Zhao Ran, holding the whisk, glanced at Guan Lingxiao and frowned slightly.

"You are so shameless for attacking me by surprise!" The old man in the blood-red robe shouted and quickly raised the copper hammer to block.

when--

The wooden sword and the copper hammer collided, making a crisp sound. The old man in the blood-red robe expected the wooden sword to break with the sound, but unexpectedly, it was completely intact.

Guan Lingxiao's jaws trembled violently, and he almost couldn't hold the wooden sword in his hand. He thought to himself, "This wooden sword was made for me by my father himself. Although it's not a precious spiritual material, it is a top-grade spiritual wood, how can it be compared with ordinary wood! But this old man has strong internal energy, and I don't have any internal energy to rely on, so I can't fight him head-on..."

In his early years, Guan Lingxiao was invaded by the Xuanhuang Qi emitted by Qiu Dongxuan, which slightly blocked the meridians in his body, so he could not cultivate internal energy. He only relied on his exquisite swordsmanship to survive in the martial arts world. At this time, he used a set of superb swordsmanship that could anticipate the enemy's moves and strike first, which made the old man in the blood-red robe panic.

But gradually, the advantage of the strong and long-lasting internal force became apparent. Guan Lingxiao gradually lost strength and his sword-drawing speed slowed down.

The old man in the blood-red robe said proudly: "Boy, the old ones are still the wisest..."

But at this moment he suddenly realized that something was wrong, his expression changed, and a black air surged to his face.

"poisonous!"

Guan Lingxiao remained silent. He had already coated the wooden sword with poison powder. As long as the weapons collided, the poison powder would naturally come out. He also held an antidote pill under his tongue in advance, so he would not be affected by the poison powder.

During the past few years that he has been in this martial world, he has already learned all the despicable methods of all kinds of people. Relying on these methods, he is always successful in fights and revenge killings. At this moment, the old man in the blood-red robe has also fallen into his trap.

Seeing that the blood-stained old man was becoming more and more poisoned, Guan Lingxiao became more alert and stabbed with the wooden sword in his hand like a violent storm, each move aimed at the old man's vital points, without showing any mercy.

The wooden sword in his hand was made of spiritual wood, and its sharpness was even better than that of ordinary swords. However, Guan Lingxiao used another killing move. A black light flashed, and he stabbed the left shoulder of the old man in the blood-red robe with the sword!

"I give up!" The old man in the blood-red robe felt pain and was seriously injured, so he quickly begged for mercy.

Guan Lingxiao hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not pursue the victory. Instead, he put away his sword and stood still.

At this time, the winners and losers of the other people were also decided one after another. Among the fifteen people who were defeated, except for two who died, the rest were also injured.

Zhao Ran said, "Each loser will receive a spiritual fruit. We will then descend the mountain... If anyone knew the deceased, please also bring the body down the mountain. All of you, follow me to the inner courtyard."

After saying that, he led a few people to the inner courtyard, where they saw a Taoist priest in a wide robe and sleeves already standing.

The Taoist turned around slowly, and he had a hairy face and a thunder god's mouth, which shocked everyone!

"Monster... monster!"

"What monster!" Zhao Ran shouted in dissatisfaction, "This person is actually my master, the abbot of Yuankong Temple, Taoist Yuankong! Although he may be a monster, he is also an immortal who has entered the Tao. Don't be rude!"

Zhao Yuankong coughed lightly, and the divine consciousness he had just built up swept towards Guan Lingxiao, saying:

"This third level is the [Inner Conscience], I have set up an illusion array here to test your character. If you can break through the illusion, you can enter my sect!"

After saying that, he raised his hand, and Guan Lingxiao felt his eyes go dark, and he passed out.