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The terrain was chipped, and the thick and tall stone pillars broke through the ground, forming a square and strange structure with each other, staggering back and forth, building, like the prototype of a huge sword master.

Hundreds of earth-based psionics stood at their feet, and the spiritual energy in their bodies kept surging.

The majestic, towering, regular, boxy building was finally completed like building blocks after a month.

Nine bizarre "skyscrapers" stand on the top of the mountain, neatly arranged, looking like coffins erected one by one, which is very peculiar.

Countless disciples of the Qingyun Sect have been relocated from their respective caves and will be "occupied" into these buildings, and the various mountains that they originally looked like rats burrowing will be replanned and used for other purposes.

The nine buildings, which are neat and square, are exactly the same, but they are by no means beautiful, and can even be said to be ugly, and they are out of place with the surroundings.

It should be said that it is very ugly.

However, countless disciples were stunned and stared at the building in front of them that seemed to be inserted into the sky, but they couldn't say the word "ugly" in their hearts for a long time.

The peculiar shape also has a visual impact, without any carving, making it unusually simple and straightforward.

The dark yellow wall, under the illumination of the sun, faintly reflects the golden light, a neat and calm atmosphere that has never been seen before, like a special tattoo, directly imprinted in the skeleton of this building, innate and undoubted, it has become its most beautiful carving.

Cold and strict, just like the laws and rules set by Qin Hao.

"Each disciple comes here to receive their own nameplate, and with the nameplate they can find their corresponding room." Luo Yusleeve was followed by a row of disciples, each holding a huge box with small black cards inside, with complex textures and inexplicable characters on the cards, facing the identity of each disciple of the Yin Qingyun Sect.

"Deng Tong, 000002713" Deng Tong took his card, rubbing the smooth card, which was made by Liuyun Iron, and the meaning of the number represented, he had some guesses, but he couldn't be sure.

And on the back of the card, there is a string of numbers, A1317.

'a" He didn't understand the meaning of the character, but he had seen it before, on the very central building.

After thinking about it, he stepped inside.

The interior of the building is very spacious, and many people walk back and forth in it, but it does not seem crowded, and there are countless closed doors with numbers engraved on them in the corridors that lead to the kilometer.

Listening to the sound of discussion in his ears, and then comparing the numbers on the card, Deng Tong knew it in his heart.

"House number, weird name! I heard that it was the suzerain... A thought flashed through his mind, Deng Tong glanced at the stairs on the left and right sides of the corridor, and then walked towards the middle.

The staircase was spacious, but more people walked towards the middle, where there was a gap ten meters in diameter that had been left vacant, running through the entire building, and an iron lock hung from the top to each floor.

Learning from the person in front of him, Deng Tong grabbed the iron cable with one hand, and the whole person was dragged up, and then at the position of each floor, the iron cable would pause for a breath.

"Whimsy!"

Deng Tong had a deeper understanding of the sect master of the Qingyun Sect in his heart, he walked on the thirteenth floor, stayed in front of No. 1317, and pushed the door in.

The door didn't move!

Stunned, Deng Tong looked at what seemed to be a small mechanism next to the doorknob, and a line of text was engraved next to it, "Don't break into other people's rooms without permission!" Please insert the nameplate! ”

One line of words, two sentences, Deng Tong felt more and more interesting in his heart, took out the nameplate, and inserted it into an empty slot.

Click!

The mechanism made a soft noise!

The door is opened!

Deng Tong walked in, turned around and closed the door, and was greeted by a 30-square-meter room, a wooden bed leaning against the window, and the window was made of glass crystal.

Sunlight can be refracted into the room through the window, Deng Tong gently pushed the window open, let the cool breeze into the room, he leaned out half of his body and looked down, there was a crowd below, but there was no too noisy sound.

Deng Tong's heart suddenly froze, closed the window, pushed open the door, and looked outside, there were several people in the corridor who were opening the door, and they didn't make any big noise.

All in all, everything was surprisingly quiet!

Quiet!

Being quiet all the time is a habit, a trivial habit, but if it is maintained by all, it is a terrible habit, a terrible discipline.

Deng Tong suddenly lost interest, sat on the edge of the bed, took out the nameplate again, carefully and carefully, looked at it again and again, he frowned, and did not see any unusual marks on the nameplate, which showed that his identity was arranged by the Demon Cloud Sect to blend into the Qingyun Sect, and it was not exposed.

Qingyun Sect accepts a wide range of disciples, and those who come do not refuse, it is not difficult to get in at all, and it can even be said that it is easy to go too far, he Deng Tong basically didn't have to work hard, so he mixed in and became an ordinary disciple of Qingyun Sect.

He didn't show any feet, so to speak, he had only been in for a short time, so he didn't have time to show any feet at all, and similarly, he didn't get any valuable information.

The only thing he felt was that there was a strange atmosphere in this sect, and every disciple was like a lonely hungry wolf, frantically eager to be strong, which made him faintly uneasy, but he didn't take it to heart.

The disciples of the Demon Cloud Sect are also extremely eager to be strong, but they are not as naked as the Qingyun Sect... Moreover, Deng Tong himself thinks that a person can be crazy, but a sect is full of madness, and it can only kill itself.

However, Deng Tong suddenly felt a little uneasy in his heart, he seemed to only see the appearance, and ignored something that might be more terrifying.

Apathetic, selfish, bloodthirsty, vigilant。。。。。 This was what he had felt from the disciples of the Qingyun Sect before, it was very depressing, and he felt that it was a precursor to collapse, a kind of madness that was close to collapse, and finally madness.

"The precursor to madness should be revelry, noise, chaos... However, Qingyun Sect is not, on the contrary... What is expressed is a kind of silence。。。。。 “

Ambition and strength were nurtured in the silence, and he saw nothing but blood and repression, but not fairness and rules, just like this strange building, filled with a silent rule that was enough to turn into a strong rein, perfectly tethering any madness.

Deng Tong seemed to see that this invisible rein, through the void, was easily held in the palm of his hand by Qin Hao, the sect leader of the Qingyun Sect, while there was a growing fierce beast crawling under his feet.

Fierce, brutal, and regular.