Every scene and thing in the sect world is full of a unique artistic conception and pattern, which is different from the outside countries.

Especially the floating hall, dancing with the lightning, rain and mist, gives people the illusion of being in a mythical era.

Zhao Feng couldn't calm down in his heart. He felt the frequent beating coming from his left eye, which seemed to produce some kind of reaction.

It's just that it's not easy for him to ask other people.

Because the main hall is far away from each other, it is in the mist, and is blocked by a mysterious force. Outside the mountain gate, even the strong men who have transcended the holy realm cannot see it.

Buzz!

A bright white light rose on the other side of the cliff.

Zhao Feng's left eye saw at the end of the winding mountain road, a stone gate weighing ten thousand kilograms, with white light flowing through it, intertwined with the surrounding fog, and slowly rising.

"The mountain gate is open!"

No one in the crowd made a sound, and there was a lively cheer.

Teng! Teng! Teng...

Some figures quickly jumped onto the winding "U"-shaped bluestone mountain road.

"The entrance examination is about to begin."

Marquis Guangjun reminded the three disciples to take the lead and lead the way.

After walking the winding and steep bluestone mountain road, everyone arrived in front of the ten thousand catty stone gate.

This stone gate is the entrance gate of Xiaoyue Sect.

There were four young men guarding the entrance to the mountain gate. They exuded a powerful and frightening aura that was enough to make the ninth level of martial arts feel uneasy.

Zhao Feng opened his left eye and discovered that the strength of the four young men was on par with the powerful Saint Realm masters such as Guangjun Hou.

Marquis Guangjun's cultivation level is at the second level of the Transcendence Realm, and the four young men guarding the gate are also roughly the same.

In the outside world, these are giants whose military strength reaches the sky. However, within the sect, they are just mountain guards.

Marquis Guangjun and other powerful men from the older generation took out a special token from their bodies and passed one by one.

"Meet Deacon Qiu!"

At the entrance of the mountain gate, another group of sect members appeared, more than a dozen of them, exuding a powerful and suffocating aura of oppression.

These sect members, wearing uniform green shirts with black stripes, are all strong men in the transcendental realm, which are the high-ranking strong men in the holy realm in the eyes of the outside world.

The leader, a middle-aged man with a stout appearance, was none other than "Deacon Qiu" who everyone was bowing to respectfully.

"I've met Deacon Qiu!"

Marquis Guangjun and others stepped forward one after another and saluted respectfully.

The talented young people below did not dare to take it lightly and followed suit.

Zhao Feng felt that the aura of "Deacon Qiu" was deep and bottomless, not leaking at all.

His left eye opened for a moment, and he felt a majestic force in the opponent's body, which made his blood tremble, his left eye also beat frequently, and he felt uneasy.

"This 'Deacon Qiu' is probably several times more powerful than Master. He can kill ordinary Saint Realm experts with just a snap of his fingers."

Zhao Feng's heart trembled. The moment he opened his left eye, he came to a conclusion and did not dare to look any further for fear of being noticed by the other party.

"Everyone, follow me."

Deacon Qiu glanced at the people present with his eyes, looking down indifferently like scanning an ant.

After a while, a group of people arrived under a tall stone platform.

On the stone platform, there is a crystal column that is ten feet high and half a meter in diameter. It sparkles in the sunlight.

"In the first level of 'Lingtian Pillar', everyone receives their number plate."

Deacon Qiu ordered the people below to ask each elder and the teenager to go forward to register, enter their basic information, and receive the corresponding number plate.

"Zhao Feng, No. 49."

"Yang Qingshan, No. 50."

…

When receiving the number plate, Zhao Feng found some sect members coming around the stone platform to watch the fun.

Among them, a handsome young man in a green shirt with black stripes looked at Marquis Guangjun with a happy face and said, "Uncle Xu Ran, we meet again."

Yang Qingshan and Yang Qingshan looked sideways and immediately showed hostility and wariness.
Chapter completed!