The sword power of the masked young master is very strange. The sword in his hand is like a poisonous snake, wandering left and right, constantly making hissing sounds to disturb the opponent.

And every time you wait for an opportunity to take action, you reach the critical point.

In this battle, he was the only one who could pose a slight threat to Qin Cheng.

But with the blessing of Qin Cheng's invincible body, even this person is not his opponent.

Just after Qin Cheng kicked the masked young man away again, the sound of footsteps gradually became clearer from deep in the hall.

"Master Preacher." The masked young man got up and said in surprise.

Everyone felt something strange. From the dark depths of the hall, a figure slowly walked out.

He is an old man, he looks no younger than his age, but he has a youthful face.

He was dressed in black robes and looked energetic. As he slowly walked out, a powerful aura surged out.

Qin Cheng suddenly felt a huge pressure rushing towards him.

His consciousness was instantly shaken to the point of dizziness, his breathing was obviously blocked, and his body even trembled slightly. It seemed like he was about to be pressed to the ground.

In an instant, Qin Cheng was sweating profusely and consumed a lot of money.

The holy body technique immediately came out to compete with this power.

The joints made a rattling sound, but Qin Cheng just stood there and did not fall down.

Looking to the side, Davis and all his men fell to the ground like mud. Only the masked young man was holding his sword on the ground. He was half-kneeling on the ground, still struggling to hold on.

The old man walked a few feet away from the crowd and stopped.

After scanning everyone's appearance at this time, the old man glanced at Qin Cheng in surprise.

But he didn't say anything and quickly looked back.

The old man flicked his sleeves, and the pressure disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"This is the main hall of the Wanlian Sect, not a place for your private fights. If you dare to take action again, I will take action."

The old man's sharp eyes swept across everyone.

Although it was just a simple threat, everyone knew that if he took action again, he would probably be seriously injured or even killed directly.

"Senior, I am a descendant of Dong Cheng. Following the order of my ancestors, I am here to accept the inheritance."

At this time, the masked young man took out an ancient token and saluted the old man.

The old man raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the token.

Then he waved his hand, and the mask on the young master's face suddenly fell to the ground.

The young master was immediately shocked, but he did not dare to pick it up.

Qin Cheng noticed that this young man was young and quite handsome, but he had a sinister look on his eyebrows, which made him look very uncomfortable.

"Senior Dong Cheng, why are you hiding your head and showing your tail?" the old man hummed.

"Senior taught me a lesson." The young master nodded.

The old man asked again: "How is your ancestor doing?"

"He passed away many years ago." The young master looked sad.

"Hey, time is the most ruthless, and no one can escape the reincarnation of heaven. Please show your condolences." The old man sighed.

"Your Majesty, for the sake of my ancestors, can you help me kill this man?"

The young master thought for a while, then suddenly looked at Qin Cheng, with a murderous secret in his tone.

He wanted to use the old man's cultivation to destroy Qin City.

Qin Cheng also frowned and took a few steps back, but the next moment, he relaxed.

"I only gave your ancestors and descendants a chance to pass on the inheritance. You have no right to dominate me."

The old man snorted coldly. It was like thunder exploding in his ears. Mr. Dong's face suddenly turned pale and he was sweating like rain.

"Now that you have arrived at the hall, you are all potentially destined. Come with me. Remember, there is no need to start another fight. Otherwise, the inheritance qualification will be canceled immediately."

After the old man finished speaking, he turned around and headed towards the depths of the hall.

Mr. Dong and Qin Cheng looked at each other, and he snorted coldly. Several people quickly followed.

Qin Cheng looked at the old man's back and was secretly surprised.

According to records, the Wanlian Sect has disappeared from history for countless years, and almost all its disciples have died.

However, after such a long time, the old man is still alive in the Wanlian Sect.

Is this old man a fairy or a ghost?

Or something else.

After passing through the main hall, the old man led a few people onto the mountain road.

Walking all the way up the stone steps, it took about one stick of incense.

Finally, a few people stopped in front of a building that looked like a fairy palace.

The place was already close to the middle of the mountain. Qin Cheng looked around and saw only misty clouds and mist, blocking his sight.

But they didn't know which peak they were entering.

"This is the first peak."

As if he had read through Qin Cheng's thoughts, the old man slowly said: "We, the Wanlian Sect, have nine peaks. Newcomers who join the sect and accept the inheritance are all here."

Everyone was a little excited. They were led here at this time, could they all accept the inheritance of this ancient sect.

"But it's a pity."

The old man sighed: "My Wan Lian Sect was severely damaged due to what happened that year, so many entrance examinations in the past cannot be carried out, so for you and others, I can only keep it simple."

As he spoke, the old man's black robe suddenly waved forward.

Suddenly the white fog dissipated. A huge gate appeared in front of it.

"This is one of the entrance examinations. Only if you pass this gate, you will be counted as a disciple of my Wanlian Sect. You can learn the art of Wanlian.

After hearing "The Art of Ten Thousand Refinements", Mr. Dong's breathing became obviously heavier.

"Of course there is another assessment." The old man in black robe showed a playful look and pointed to a stone table and several stone benches in front of the gate.

"Even if you play chess with me, as long as you can complete the requirements, you can pass the test and accept the inheritance."

After the old man finished speaking, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the people in Qin Cheng.

"I'm done, which one do you choose?"

Qin Cheng first looked at the stone table. There was a Go set on the stone table, with black and white pieces intertwined. This choice was quite obvious.

But when he looked at the door, he felt that there was a strong smell behind the stone door. It was as if the sharp blade hidden in the scabbard was hiding something extraordinary.

Davis and others were also entangled.

"Senior, I have the ancestral token. Can you tell me what is behind this stone gate?" Mr. Dong asked.

"Okay." The old man waved his hand and a ray of light fell into Mr. Dong's mind without even thinking about it.

Mr. Dong was startled for a moment, then his expression changed drastically, and he soon started to sweat profusely.

It seemed that behind the gate, he saw something that frightened him extremely.

"Senior, are we able to break through with our current cultivation level? Also, if we die inside, is it true..." Mr. Dong adjusted his breathing and asked after a while.

"Your ancestor's token is only enough for me to answer a question once." The old man in black robe interrupted him coldly.

Mr. Dong hesitated for a few times and then made a decision.

"Senior, I am willing to play chess with you."

The old man smiled slightly and looked at Qin Cheng and Davis.

"We are willing to play chess." A few wild wolf helpers, who naturally did not dare to compete for inheritance, said quickly.

Davis hesitated for a moment, then said, "I want to go through this stone gate."

"What about you?" The old man looked at Qin Cheng.

For some reason, Qin Cheng felt that the way the old man looked at him seemed a little different from others.

"I choose Shimen." Qin Cheng said without hesitation.

"Behind the stone gate, there may be great danger. Aren't you afraid?" the old man said with great interest.

"But this junior is not good at playing chess."
Chapter completed!