"At that time, your eyes were full of lewd light, and you wish you could take off all my clothes." Han Qiu said with a smile without any embarrassment.

This is not the first time Zhang Ruochen has seen Han Qiu and is quite familiar with her personality. Therefore, it is not surprising that she is so bold in her speaking way.

"Lin Yue, I feel like you are possessed by a ghost and have completely become another person. That person makes me feel very familiar, but a little strange."

Han Qiu had a teasing look on his pretty face, and his bright and beautiful eyes stared at Zhang Ruochen's eyes, wanting to see if his eyes would change.

"Just think I was possessed by a ghost!"

Zhang Ruochen used his body technique and rushed forward with a swish, leaving a series of figures on the mountain road.

Han Qiu stared at Lin Yue's back, pursed his crystal red lips slightly, and said to himself: "It's really too similar. How could the temperament of two people be so similar? Could it be that guy really resurrected himself with a corpse?"

The mountainside of the first mountain is located at an altitude of 4,000 meters, surrounded by steep cliffs. If you fall down accidentally, even a monk from the Yulong Realm will suffer serious injuries.

On the cliff, iron pillars as thick as buckets were made to form iron bridges thirty feet long, extending outward and crossing across the air.

Zhang Ruochen followed one of the iron pillars to the mid-air position and looked down. The body of the Holy Tribe disciple at the foot of the mountain was smaller than that of ant. If it fell down, you can imagine how terrifying it would be.

At the end of each iron pillar, there is a wooden attic, vermilion-red pillars and golden glazed tiles, like a fairy pavilion hanging in the air.

After waiting for about a stick of incense, a disciple of the Holy Legend, who had changed the fifth transformation of the fish and dragon, walked out of it. The man seemed not to pass the second level. He sighed and walked down the mountain.

Zhang Ruochen pushed open the door and walked into the attic.

In the attic, on the wall directly in front of it, there is a painting hanging on the pose of a woman in a white Taoist robe dancing with her sword.

The woman in the painting looks very beautiful and gives people a fresh and refined feeling.

Suddenly, the woman on the scroll actually started to move. She stepped on seven steps in a row, and the sword in her hand changed twelve times.

In just a moment, the woman on the scroll stopped again and became still again.

That's really a painting?

In the attic, a woman's voice sounded, as if it was coming from the painting, "In one hour, restore the sword move just now, at least to the level of small success, and pass this level."

Zhang Ruochen showed a look of surprise, stretched out two fingers, and gently stroked the scroll, "It's interesting."

Just now, when he stroked it, he naturally did not want to blaspheme the woman in the painting, but wanted to confirm whether the painting was a space treasure.

In fact, that painting is not a treasure of space.

According to Zhang Ruochen's guess, it should be the holy soul of a semi-saint who attached to the scroll and merged with the ink to form such a magical phenomenon.

Just now, the woman on the scroll used one of the sword moves of a ghost-level low-grade sword technique.

Not only do you need to record the steps and gestures of the sword moves, but you also need to analyze the way the true qi runs. The most important point is that you must practice the sword moves to a small success within one hour.

This level tests the monk's understanding.

For other cultivators in the Yulong Realm, it is estimated that they cannot even see the moves of the woman in the painting. It is difficult to understand the sword moves and cultivate to the small-scale realm.

However, it is not too difficult for Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen sat cross-legged on the ground, using the heart of sword intent in his mind to simulate the sword moves performed by the woman in the painting just now, breaking up the footwork and gestures, and then practicing in the sea of ​​qi.

After only half a stick of incense, Zhang Ruochen successfully practiced his sword moves and reached the level of small success.

He practiced the sword moves, and a woman's voice sounded again in the painting: "The second level, pass."

Zhang Ruochen turned around and planned to walk out of the attic, but suddenly stopped.

A glimmer flashed in his eyes, and he decided to test it.

So, he pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword, pulled out the blue sword like lightning, used all his true energy, flew off the ground, and stabbed a sword at the scroll on the wall.

“Bold.”

Suddenly, a strong white light surged out from the scroll.

The figure of a woman in a white Taoist robe rushed out of the scroll like a ghost. She also stabbed out with a sword, bursting out more than a hundred sword energy, hitting Zhang Ruochen.

"Bang!"

Zhang Ruochen knocked open the attic door, flew backwards, passed through the iron bridge, and hit the steep stone wall hard on the steep stone wall, leaving a human-shaped gravure mark.

Then, his body slid down onto the narrow mountain path, staring at the attic hanging in the air with some surprise.

The strong white light quickly converges and returns to the scroll.

A cold female voice came from the attic and said, "I miss you as a first offender, I'll spare you once. If there is another time, I'll just hand it over to the law enforcement court for disposal."

Zhang Ruochen looked at his arms, his sleeves were completely broken, revealing a bare arm.

"What a powerful sword technique." Zhang Ruochen murmured to himself.

The scene just now alarmed all the Holy Disciples on the mountainside.

Everyone stared at Zhang Ruochen, quite puzzled what he had encountered?

Han Qiu walked over, glanced at the attic hanging in the air, and asked in surprise: "What's wrong?"

Zhang Ruochen took the blue sword back into the scabbard, and seemed extremely calm, saying, "I wanted to try whether the painting was aggressive, so I stabbed it with a sword, so I became like this."

On the mountainside, everyone was stunned and their chins fell to the ground.

Han Qiu was also stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "You dare to draw a sword at the guard guard? I really look at you with admiration. With your behavior of breaking the rules, the guard guard will definitely not let you pass this level."

"But, I've passed."

After saying that, Zhang Ruochen did not look back and continued to walk along the narrow mountain path towards the top of the first mountain.

The Holy Disciples on the mountainside all looked like petrified, staring at Zhang Ruochen's back incredible.

"He actually passed the second level of the first mountain?"

"How could it be so quickly? I remember that it was only half a stick of incense when he entered the attic."

"Why didn't you know before that there are such powerful people in Liangyi Sect."

Pang Long seemed to be struck by lightning, his eyes were covered in blood. He stared at Zhang Ruochen's distant figure in disbelief, and kept chanting in his mouth: "Lin Yue only has the current strength through his adventure. How could his understanding be so high? Impossible... It must be impossible..."

Whether everyone believed it or not, Zhang Ruochen had already embarked on the road to the top of the mountain.

"There are 216 attics on the hillside of the first mountain. Each attic has a total of 216 paintings. If it were just a holy soul, the scroll could not have such powerful attack power. In other words, each painting has a complete holy soul."

"After the death of the semi-saint and the saint, the holy soul will disappear. How did the Liangyi Sect do it so that the holy soul of the dead saint will not dissipate?"

Zhang Ruochen raised his head and looked at the top of the ancient sacred mountain. He faintly felt an ancient and majestic aura suppressed. The clouds and mist and clouds were like seven-colored waterfalls, hanging down straight down. From a distance, it was both magnificent and mysterious.

He sighed: "It should be the power of the ancient sacred mountain that has made the holy souls of all saints of the Liangyi Sect immortal. My father is right, the ancient sacred mountain is indeed very mysterious, and it seems that there is really a big secret hidden."

The more you go up, the powerful "momentum" will spread out from the ancient sacred mountain. Moreover, the power of the "momentum" becomes stronger and stronger, and it will always impact Zhang Ruochen's will.

The "power" that exploded from the ancient sacred mountain is as terrifying as the "holy power" of the saint.

The third level is to test the will of the monk.

Only by breaking through the "power" of the first mountain and climbing to the top of the mountain can you pass the test of the third level.
Chapter completed!