The wind is harmonious and beautiful, just in time for travel.

Outside the mountain gate of the Faxiangzong, a group of monks gathered rarely.

Two of the old men were the most eye-catching, standing so casually, but there was a large vacancy around them, and the others were far away, secretly staring at them with awe.

The two old men, the one with a thin and serious face is surnamed Ge, and the one with a rich and smiling face is surnamed Chen, both of whom are the masters of the Dharma Xiang Sect.

This time, the trip to the valley was led by the two of them.

The rest of the dozens of young monks were the Qi Refining Stage disciples who participated in this trial on behalf of the Faxiang Sect, and Zhang Fan was also among them.

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

As he spoke, a snow-white bead of water vapor shot out from the cuff with a "whoosh", flew into the air and suddenly dispersed, turning into clouds and mist covering all the low-level disciples, and then the clouds and mist condensed into clouds, holding everyone up and breaking into the sky into the distance.

"Is this a magic weapon?" Zhang Fan stepped on the clouds 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, and when he came back to his senses, he was already on the clouds, only to see the scenery on both sides receding rapidly.

Frightened, the group of Qi Refining Stage cultivators naturally divided into two groups and whispered to each other.

One group is composed of core disciples and white-clothed inner disciples dressed in ice silkworm robes, and the other group is composed of outer disciples and ordinary disciples in green clothes and blue clothes, and the two are clearly distinguished, as if they are not from the same sect.

Although Zhang Fan is not used to this kind of behavior of deliberately highlighting his status, he still stands on the side of the core disciples, and he has no interest in doing things that are not flattering to both sides.

After a moment of observation, Zhang Fan found something that did not match what he had learned, among the trial disciples this year, there were still many disciples in Tsing Yi and Blue Cloth, but the number of core disciples and inner disciples was obviously much higher than in previous years. That's not all, the level of cultivation has also increased, and most of them are masters above the tenth level in the Qi refining period, and a cultivator like him who is about seven layers can be counted with one hand.

As far as he knew, the Wuhui Valley Trial had always been more popular among lower-level disciples, and the outstanding disciples carefully cultivated by the sect had never participated in more than one level, and this year there were nearly half of them, which was really incredible.

This is the same as the situation in the world, the rich are always more life-saving, and those who believe in "people die to the sky, and they will not die for thousands of years" are often poor, and when it comes to the world of cultivating immortals, they are lower-level disciples who have little hope.

Zhang Fan was thinking about it, a young monk who looked white and fat and had small eyes suddenly squeezed next to him and sat down, shook his fat and said: "You are Zhang Fan Zhang's junior brother, get to know him, in Xia Cui Ren, he is delicious in his life, and he has raised a big belly, so he knows it very well." ”

As he spoke, he straightened his belly and smiled like Maitreya Buddha.

Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, and then smiled and said, "I've seen Senior Brother Cui, I don't know how Senior Brother recognizes Little Brother?"

Zhang Fan thinks that he is quite low-key, for several years, he has either retreated and cultivated or refining magic weapons, and rarely communicates with these fellow disciples, this Cui Ren can recognize himself at a glance, but he is also quite capable.

When Cui Ren heard this, he smiled bitterly and said, "Why don't we recognize the first refining master of the younger generation of Faxiangzong? Speaking of which, my old Cui has been slaughtered by your old man several times in the Banxian Hall. ”

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

After talking for a long time, Cui Ren suddenly said mysteriously in his ear: "Senior Brother Zhang, I don't know what reward your master promised you this time?"

"What reward?" Zhang Fan was puzzled, but his face was impassive, and he asked, "Senior Brother Cui, what about you?"

"Haha, my master was rare and generous, saying that as long as we win, we will award a spiritual weapon. Speaking of the word spiritual weapon, Cui Ren's originally small eyes suddenly narrowed and couldn't find it.

"It's the same. Zhang Fan said perfunctorily, secretly saying in his heart, sure enough, there is an inside story, who can win? It can only be the other two sects, it seems that the upper echelons of the sect regard this trial as a bet, although I don't know what is worth betting on with the surname of the elite disciple, but the blood color of this trial is more intense than in previous years, but it is certain.

pondering in his heart, Zhang Fan chatted with Cui Ren without a match, and just passed the way.

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

Coming down from the clouds, Zhang Fan found that nearly a hundred monks outside the valley were waiting, thinking that the Imperial Spirit Sect and the Illusory Demon Dao had arrived first.

"Ge Daoyou, I haven't seen you for many years, don't come here unharmed?"

"Fat Chen, are you not dead yet? haha, why haven't you come to the Imperial Spirit Sect to see your brother for decades, have you finished drinking the Five Immortal Brew you brought last time?"

Before the words fell, the two old men flew out of the two camps with a jade flute and a purple-red centipede respectively, and greeted the people of the Faxiang Sect.

The old man who stepped on the jade flute had a clear face and a graceful demeanor, while the centipede rider had a red face and was domineering. The appearance of the two is simply two extremes, looking at the way they greet Ge and Chen, I think they are also the grandmasters of the Yudan period.

After several great masters of the Dan Stage greeted each other, the red-faced old man suddenly turned his head, his eyes swept over the monks dressed as core disciples such as Zhang Fan, and said, "Ge Lengmian and Chen Fatzi, this is the elite monk of your Faxiang Sect, doesn't it look good?"

Swept away by the red-faced old man's gaze, Zhang Fan immediately felt that the tail vertebrae tightened, the cold hairs on his whole body exploded, and there were bursts of tingling pain between his skin, as if he was about to be penetrated by something.

"Hmph!" The old man surnamed Ge stepped forward, blocked in front of the disciples, and said coldly: "Chi Lao'er, if you want to fight, can't you fight?"

As soon as he stopped like this, Zhang Fan suddenly felt relieved, and at the same time shocked in his heart.

"Haha, we meet once in a few decades, why bother?" The old man surnamed Chen still had a smile on his face, as if he was persuading, but his eyes were looking in the direction of the Illusory Demon Dao and the disciples of the Imperial Spirit Sect, and at the same time, his robe rose without wind, even if he stood behind him, he could still feel the momentum of the sky.

The red-faced old man snorted coldly and didn't speak, just took his eyes off the disciples of the Faxiang Sect.

"People who are hundreds of years old, why bother fighting in front of children!" The old man with the jade flute in his hand made a round at the right time and said, "I have recently spent a song in Xiaxin, and I just invite you to taste it." ”

The old man surnamed Ge pondered for a while, and said to the disciples of the Faxiang Sect: "You guys will go your separate ways first, and by the way, you will get familiar with the Taoist friends of the two sects." After a pause, he added, "Don't fall for the prestige of my Faxiang Sect. ”

After speaking, he waved his sleeve robe and discussed with the other three grandmasters of the Yudan period.

Facing the pressure of the other two sects, the two groups of disciples of the Faxiang Sect unconsciously converged together and walked towards the valley mouth. As the tide moved forward, Zhang Fan inadvertently found an acquaintance among the disciples in Tsing Yi.

"It's him. Zhang Fan's expression did not move, but he was taken aback in his heart.

The disciple in Tsing Yi walking beside him at this moment was the young man who couldn't kneel outside the mountain gate five years ago.

Feeling his cultivation, Zhang Fan became more and more surprised, Han Hao's cultivation at this time was not weak at all, and he was the same as him, the peak of the seventh layer of the Qi refining period.

Back then, Han Hao knelt down to enter the door, his qualifications can be imagined, and as a disciple of Tsing Yi, it is impossible to have the same treatment as Zhang Fan, since this is the case, his cultivation at this time can reach such a realm, there must be adventures.

Zhang Fan secretly had a heart for him in his heart.