I am cultivating immortality in the chaotic world.

Chapter 52 It’s dark again.

"It's okay, let's talk about it outside."

Chen Lu calmly turned his gaze away from Fei Long and turned his head to look at the few lines of words engraved on the pillar at the entrance of the Alchemy Hall.

"The second level, kill the coward."

"If you pass this test, you can become an outer disciple of the 'Qiaotian Sect'."

The interior of the Alchemy Hall also seemed to be shrouded in a barrier, and the ground was spotless. As long as one stepped into the door of the Alchemy Hall, the second level of the trial officially began.

Many people have already gone in, but many of them ended up in failure.

It seems that the difficulty has increased a bit from the second level. Unlike the first level, which is a rough illusion, basically everyone can pass it smoothly. After all, the illusion does not block your memory. Everyone knows that it is an illusion, so they will not show mercy when they take action.

If it is an illusion that blocks your memory and makes you wonder why you are here, not many people can pass the level in this case.

"Let's go."

Chen Lu looked at the group of people in the Alchemy Hall who were twisting and turning with grim faces as they walked with difficulty in the Hall and whispered that this Hall was a special place where the gravity was increased several times. The further you go in, the stronger the gravity becomes and the more difficult it is to walk.

As long as you walk to the alchemy furnace in the center of the alchemy hall, you will pass the trial, but as long as you take a step back, you will fail the trial. At the same time, the gravity on your body will quickly dissipate, and you will be forced to bounce out of the alchemy hall.

"oh oh."

Feilong nodded and hurriedly followed, but he felt a little nervous. Although the things that happened in the illusion could not be reflected in reality and were all illusions, he still felt that his legs seemed a little weak.

Crisp and crisp.

And at this time——

In the ruins of an abandoned building near the first level, Zhao Yishi was hiding in a corner, observing the outside through a broken hole in the wall. He hid here carefully, trying not to be noticed as much as possible.

It seems that this first level is not dangerous, and almost everyone has passed it.

And that evildoer didn't suddenly start a killing spree.

He planned to wait for a while until there was no one around before going to the first level. Although following others and repeating what they said would not yield much, it was safer.

It's like in the wild, although shit doesn't taste as good as red mushrooms, at least shit can be guaranteed to be absolutely non-toxic.

It has been verified by predecessors that if it is poisonous, there is no chance to pull it out.

At this moment, a few young monks who had not even passed the first level gathered together, groping around the first level, and soon found their way into his dilapidated and magnificent hall.

Here, only after passing the first level can you explore the ruined buildings around the second level. Otherwise, there will be a barrier blocking your way. If you fail the first level, you can only explore the ruined buildings near the first level.

Feeling a slight pain, Zhao Yi looked down.

A cultivator in the early stage of foundation building was holding a long sword and tentatively poking his big toe: "Hey, look, there seems to be an unknown barrier here. I can't see anything, but I can definitely feel it."

"But it's not as hard as a barrier. It's like a half-abandoned barrier."

"Do you think there might be some kind of small world sealed behind this barrier? I've always heard that the treasures of ancient sects are hidden in small worlds!"

"It makes sense!"

The eyes of these monks lit up, and then they all took out their flying swords and attacked the invisible but tangible barrier in front of them. They had no chance to go to the second level, but they had searched the area near the first level for a long time and found nothing. Unexpectedly, they saw a place here that looked like a treasure!
After counting the interest.

A towering giant who was curled up in the corner slowly removed his invisibility spell, stood up expressionlessly, looked down at the little ants below, and said expressionlessly: "You are crazy, like you are sick."

Then he strode out of the hall and headed towards the first level. At this time, there were not many people at the first level, so it was his turn to appear. In Fufeng City, in a teahouse.

The scholar, sitting cross-legged on a chair in the corner of the hall, was staring at the cup of tea in his hand in a trance, his ears trembling slightly, listening very seriously to the storyteller on the stage telling the story of a hero.

"Hey!"

The storyteller banged the gavel, whetting everyone's appetite, and then he chuckled: "The person I just mentioned, many of you must have heard of his name!"

"He was once the number one swordsman in Daxia!"

"White-robed swordsman!"

"A young man who has achieved success is naturally arrogant, but he never thought that the last time he offended someone he shouldn't have offended, it was this time that completely wiped out the name of Bai Yi from the entire Da Xia. This story has to start from the beginning, so listen to me slowly."

"elder brother."

The bearded burly man at the side moved his head closer to the scholar with a somewhat excited look on his face, and shook the scholar's head excitedly, signaling him to listen carefully.

His brother had nothing to do in recent years, so he would drag him to the teahouse to listen to storytellers. He knew that his brother actually hated listening to these stories, but there was only one reason why his brother came so often, which was that he hoped to hear stories about himself from the storytellers.

It’s a pity that these storytellers only let those who have become famous recently tell their stories, and people like to listen to them.

No one talks about or listens to the people who were out of fashion in the past.

My brother must be very excited now as he finally heard his name from the storyteller.

The scholar drank the tea in the cup in one gulp before shaking off his brother's hand and said impatiently: "When I was famous, there were so many people telling stories about me. I'm tired of them. Don't act so unpresentable."

But at this moment——

A middle-aged man in the audience suddenly waved his hands and said disdainfully, "Can someone else tell the story? Can someone who has been dead for so many years still be called the number one swordsman in Daxia? If he was really the number one swordsman in Daxia, how could he die so easily?"

"He's just a lucky loser, but he was chased and ran away like a dog."

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The scholar who was about to refill his tea suddenly stopped what he was doing, turned his head to look at the man who was waving his hands in disgust not far away, and stood there in silence with an expressionless face without saying a word.

"elder brother!"

At this time, the bearded man also held the scholar's right hand tightly and said, "You just took the Heavenly Dao Jade, and the hidden poison in your body has barely been eliminated. You are still in the recovery period. You must not do anything at this time. Once you do something, your spiritual energy will be disrupted and you will not live for a few moments!"

"Ah."

The scholar nodded, and the sword in his sleeve trembled slightly. After a long time, he suddenly let out a breath and patted his brother's shoulder, motioning his brother to carry him out and leave. The storyteller on the stage was disliked by everyone, so he had to replace him with someone else.

Not someone else.

This is the growth history of the number one swordsman in Daxia today.

Outside the teahouse.

The sky was the same as in the previous few days. Dark clouds spread for thousands of miles, covering the entire sky. There was almost no sunlight. The whole atmosphere seemed depressing yet filled with a sense of freedom.

It's dark again.

(End of this chapter)