Man is in the midst of the mysteries of the spirit, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

The woman's name was Jiang Yulan. She was wearing a dark blue outfit, had thick eyebrows, and a strong and sturdy build.

She has the temperament of a woman who is as good as a man.

Both of them are casual cultivators that Anle made friends with recently, and they have a pretty good relationship.

Jiang Yulan looked around and was a little surprised: "I didn't expect so many people would come."

"After all, the trial will officially begin tomorrow, and everyone wants to find a trustworthy companion."

Zhang Lang said slowly.

"We can only fight against the sect's disciples if we stick together."

"It is said that this time, Fellow Daoist Hu will reveal some of the inside story of the trial."

He chuckled: "Maybe even the ghost-faced man will come!"

Jiang Yulan's eyes sparkled with admiration.

"If I could meet him once, it would be worth the trip."

"It's a pity that no one has ever seen the true appearance of the Ghost-Faced Man."

Anle's eyes twitched and he pretended nothing had happened.

In the past two days, rumors about his "suppression" of the statue have been flying around.

This kind of reputation is a double-edged sword. While it inspires awe, it can also bring disaster.

Fortunately, this is just a vest.

No one could recognize him yet.

"Friend Lu, what do you think?"

Zhang Lang seemed to feel that Anle was somewhat neglected, so he asked.

"Lv Bin" is Anle's current pseudonym.

"Uh……"

He was about to open his mouth to evade the question when a voice that had been diffused by spiritual power was heard from the main seat in the mansion.

"Everyone, please calm down first."

Hu Chunsheng walked out slowly.

After a while, everyone kept silent and gave him enough face.

This fellow Daoist Hu is also a well-known figure among the independent cultivators in recent days.

He has mysterious divination skills and seems to know some inside information about the Taixu Palace trial.

In addition, he is good at socializing, manipulating others, and generous, so he enjoys a high status among the casual cultivators.

"Today, I am honored to invite all the heroes to gather here."

Hu Chunsheng went straight to the point and spoke in a loud voice.

“I know what everyone wants to know.”

"No more small talk."

"Regarding the trial of Taixu Palace, I have the following information to share with you!"

"First……"

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Chapter 117 One move is enough

"First, I believe you all already know that Taixu Palace uses the entire Yuntian Region as its trial ground."

"But obviously, if we cultivators fight recklessly here, there will be great loss of lives."

Hu Chunsheng said slowly.

“So, most of the trial sites are several mysterious secret places that will only appear together tomorrow.”

Someone couldn't help but ask.

"If we can't find the secret place, then we won't even be qualified to participate in the competition?"

"Don't worry. In addition to the hidden secret realms, Taixu Palace will also take the initiative to open some locations for monks to participate."

"But the difficulty of such places..."

Although Hu Chunsheng didn't say it explicitly, everyone knew it.

Any open trial site will definitely attract countless people.

It's like a huge army crossing a single-plank bridge, the competition is extremely intense.

"Is there no other way?"

Someone else asked unwillingly

"Of course, that's related to my second point."

Hu Chunsheng smiled gently.

"I'm sure you've all heard about the recent deeds of that Rakshasa Ghost Face."

"If I can solve the strange things that happened in the Yuntian Realm like him, it will also be a way to pass the trial."

"And the jade piece he obtained from the statue is probably... the proof of the Taixu Palace."

As soon as these words were spoken, the previously quiet meeting place quickly became restless.

Many people's eyes flickered, and no one knew what they were thinking.

Rather than racking your brains to solve such incidents, it might be more convenient to just snatch it from others.

Anle's expression was very calm.

During the simulation, he learned this information in advance.

Anle even knew that he was not the only one who had obtained the jade tripod fragments!

"That's all I have to say."

Hu Chunsheng bowed and said, "I hope you will have a successful start tomorrow and a prosperous military career!"

After that, various delicacies and drinks were served.

The banquet officially started.

The casual cultivators were toasting each other and clinking cups.

The atmosphere quickly became lively.

Anle also ate and drank, occasionally chatting with the people around him, and observing the wandering practitioners in the courtyard without showing any emotion.

His movements were relatively elegant, but his eating speed was not slow at all. In the blink of an eye, only a plate of bones were left of the roast chicken.

Zhang Lang was amazed by what he saw.

During the banquet, there were also a few people whose performances stood out from the crowd.

The most eye-catching one among them is Xiong Batian, who has thick hair, a tall stature, and looks like a big black bear.

He was hugging a muscular monk and grinning.

"Hey, brother, come and compete with me, Old Bear, in strength!"

The man was a little drunk, his eyes sparkling: "Okay!"

"I've heard that Brother Xiong has an amazing physique. Although I know I can't beat him, I still want to experience it myself."

As the saying goes, proper fitness can attract the opposite sex.

Excessive fitness attracts the same sex.

For body-refining monks, a body like Xiong Batian's can be described as "charming."

Of course, he also had the idea of ​​becoming famous by stepping on Xiong Batian.

The two men came to the yard, sat on the stone benches on both sides of a stone table, and wrestled in a very primitive way - arm wrestling.

After all, this is just a friendly exchange.

Many independent cultivators also came to join in the fun and watch.

The ending was not unexpected.

The body-training monk tried his best but failed to shake Xiong Batian's steel-like wrist.

"Brother, you have already practiced quite well at your age."

Xiong Batian did not try to make things difficult, but spoke sincerely.

"It's just that my energy is a little deficient."

"We who practice body cultivation should exercise restraint."

The man blushed, bowed, and left.

With his start, many physical practitioners were eager to try, even Jiang Yulan.

Anle narrowed his eyes slightly, but remained calm.

This is fishing!

In the entire Yuntian Domain, there are few cultivators who are stronger than Xiong Batian.

If the Ghost-faced Man came here and challenged him out of anger, he would have taken the bait.

However, Xiong Batian failed to catch any fish, but instead attracted a discordant voice.

"Brother Xiong, long time no see. Have you been well these days?"

A sinister voice was heard.

A figure in a black robe slowly walked out from a corner of the courtyard, exuding an eerie and ominous aura.

He was wearing a hood and his face could not be seen.

The guests next to them changed their expressions slightly and stepped back one after another.

"Master Gui, why is it him?"

Zhang Lang didn't look very happy.

Anle raised his eyebrows and asked curiously, "Does Brother Zhang recognize him?"

In the simulation, he left first after finding out the news, so he didn't know what happened later at the banquet.

"This person is a demon cultivator from the same domain as me. He uses living people to refine puppets. His methods are extremely evil."

"I fought him briefly, and the result was..."

There was a hint of hatred in Zhang Lang's tone, and it was obvious that there was a grudge between them.

"I didn't expect that he would come too!"

An Le looked closely and saw a figure in a black robe behind Taoist Puppet.

Its body is slightly small, but its aura is far stronger than that of the Taoist Puppet.

It looks like a living person, but also like an evil spirit, very strange.

"Puppet Master?"

It was the first time that Anle saw someone practicing this kind of evil and strange Taoism, and he couldn't help but take a few more glances at him.

And Xiao Xiaohong beside him clearly showed a curious look.

"Master Gui, what do you want to do?"

Xiong Batian stood up, his bones creaking, and spoke in a rough voice.

"Don't you like to compete in strength?"

"Why not compete with my masterpiece?"

Taoist Gui spoke in a hoarse voice and looked around.