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Following the sound, a door suddenly appeared in front of you.

There was smoke all around the door, as if there was nothing, a void.

"Another small world in space!"

Like Li Baijin's Xuanyun Peak, this is another independent small space.

She tried to mobilize Mo Yun's spiritual energy.

"Sure enough, it's gone again!"

Just like Xuanyun Peak, here, Mo Yun Tiangu is a waste!

Neither the Divine Sword nor the mental power is under her control.

The only thing you can control is that little bit of red elixir!

Pushing open the door, the bright and towering hall comes into view.

In the hall, there were many young people of similar age to her standing.

Some of these people wore uniform training uniforms, and some, like her, wore a variety of casual clothes.

"Sect No. 7, new disciple, first-class Red Pill!"

Following the woman's gentle voice, a young man wearing a white brocade robe appeared not far away.

Like her, the boy in white robe looked around curiously: "This is the first floor?!"

"Sect No. 9, new disciple, second-class Red Pill!"

Everyone was instantly attracted.

"Second-class Red Pill?"

"It's been a long time since there's been a new member of the second-class Red Pill!"

Qiu Cunmo followed everyone and saw a red door suspended in mid-air opened, and a young man appeared on the ground below.

The young man was wearing a golden robe and a golden hair crown, and he was extremely wealthy.

After taking a look at everyone, his face darkened: "First floor? I, Wei Wutong, am a second-class red pill, why do I still come to the first floor? I should go up a level, I want to go to the second floor!"

Ordinary cultivators, even with Qiu Cunmo's talent, can only condense first-class red elixir for the first time.

But this young man named Wei Wutong was able to condense second-class elixirs, which shows his abnormal talent.

It is precisely because of this that he has the right to clamor for a higher level.

"What are you shouting for!?" A roar came, and a coercive aura came over him: "Isn't it easy to go to the second floor? The stairs are right there. As long as you can go up, just go up, no one will stop you.

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In the corner of the hall, a red spiral staircase extends down from the second floor.

Wei Wutong immediately trotted over and climbed up.

"boom!"

His feet sank, and he missed the point and fell to the ground in a panic.

"Damn, what the hell kind of staircase is this!?"

He cursed and got up, and reluctantly stepped up again, but he still penetrated the stairs and couldn't step on the platform.

"It's fake, this is fake, your Yunzhuan Tower actually made a fake staircase to fool us..."

"False? That's because you don't have the ability! If you don't have the ability, just be obedient to me, or else, get out of Yunzhuan Tower!"

On the spiral staircase, a man in purple walked down slowly.

Every step he took was firm and real on the stairs.

Wei Wutong suspected that he was dazzled, and touched the stairs again in disbelief, but his fingers still penetrated the stairs, as if they were passing through a projection.

"Senior Brother Chun!" Others in the hall bowed their heads respectfully in salute.

"Senior Brother Chun? Chun Fuyue, the eldest disciple of the Master of Fengzi Hall!"

Disciples of the Huanhai Sect are distinguished by seniority based on the color of their clothes.

Those in purple are the direct disciples, those in green are the closed disciples, and those in blue are the outer disciples. Handymen like Fang Cun are only allowed to wear gray clothes.

Wei Wutong had heard the name of Chun Fuyue and did not dare to make any mistakes, so he quickly stood up and behaved.

"Senior Brother Chun."

Chun Fuyue ignored him and squinted at the young man in brocade robes with cold eyes: "What's your name?"

"Qingzhou, Meng Dongliu!"

"Qingzhou? What about you?"

"Daxizhou, dumb kill!"

"... Dumb Killer?" Chun Fuyue's voice rose slightly, and she looked at Qiu Cunmo thoughtfully: "First-class Red Pill?"

"yes!"

"Wait a minute, Chidan!" Chun Fuyue repeated again, turning and leaving with deep eyes.

Qiu Cunmo understood the deep meaning of his words: ...the new disciple accepted by Xuanyun Peak turned out to be only a first-class red pill!

Red elixir is divided into three grades.

Some people are gifted with extraordinary talents, like Li Baijin, who is born with the ability to cultivate third-level red elixirs.

But the disciples he accepted were all mediocre in talent, just like money addicts, with nothing outstanding about them.

"A total of seven people entered Yunzhuan Tower today. According to the regulations, the seven new people can be divided into two groups. You can draw lots to decide the grouping, or you can group yourself."

Chun Fuyue ordered seven people and asked them to come over.

"Now, tell me, are you drawing lots or are you going to form your own groups?"

The seven people, including Qiu Cunmo, faced each other, but no one spoke.

They come from several other continents and are meeting each other for the first time. How should they be grouped?

"Senior Brother Chun, there are seven of us, how can we divide them into two groups?" Qiu Cunmo raised his eyes and looked at the others inquiringly: "How about we draw lots!"

Drawing lots is the fairest thing.

After all, there is a second-level Red Pill Wei Wutong in the team.

In terms of team fighting ability, of course he is stronger, so naturally some people want to form a team with him.

But this would be unfair to others.

"I think we should form our own team, and joining forces is the way to go!" A strong young man objected angrily: "I'm Lang Yu from Yongzhou, who among you is willing to team up with me?"

"I'll team up with you!" Wei Wutong spoke first, "As you said, joining forces is the way to go!"

He glanced around and looked at Meng Dongliu.

"Hey, come here, let's form a team!"

Meng Dongliu raised his eyebrows: "I am more in favor of drawing lots. As Junior Brother Yasha said, it is the fairest way. Even if we don't draw lots to form a team, I don't want to form a team with you two!"

Wei Wutong was humiliated and looked very ugly. Since Chun Fuyue was here, it was difficult for him to get angry, so he could only swallow his anger.

"Why? Aren't we both strong enough?"

"You are too powerful!" Meng Dongliu pointed at Qiu Cunmo: "I prefer to take care of such weak people!"

Qiu Cunmo poked his fingers at him very cooperatively: "Same!"

This small gesture increased Meng Dongliu's favor.

The two looked at each other and smiled, folded their arms in tacit understanding, and looked at Wei Wutong and Wei Wutong arrogantly.

"Now, would any of you be willing to join our team?"

The remaining three people looked at each other with different expressions.

Suddenly, a thin man moved quickly and rushed behind Wei Wutong: "I choose this team!"

The other two people had almost no suspicion and ran to them with silky movements.

"I choose Mr. Wei!"

"I'll go here first too!"

In this case, it is a two-on-five situation.

The next two people immediately pushed each other, and I pushed you. They both wanted to team up with Qiu Cunmo, and neither of them quit.

"No need to go to such trouble, just two of us can accompany you!" Qiu Cunmo smiled lightly: "Senior Brother Meng, what do you think?"

"People who are different do not agree with each other. Since they are not of the same mind as you and me, why bother forcing them? Even if we force them to get together, they will be uncomfortable with each other!"

"That's good!" Chun Fuyue nodded approvingly: "The principle of forming a team is to distribute it equally, but if both of you have no objections, that's fine too!"

He took out a talisman and punched it out with flying hands.

This was the first time Qiu Cunmo saw Fu Zhuan, and his eyes lit up with excitement: "This thing really exists!"

"What did you say?" Meng Dongliu didn't hear clearly.

Before he finished speaking, the talisman turned into seven aurora lights and penetrated into the wrists of seven people.

"This is your training talisman. All your training results will be recorded in the book. After they are transmitted to me through the talisman, I will upload them after summarizing them..."

"Why record the results of the training?" Qiu Cunmo was a little surprised and lowered his voice: "Aren't we here to practice how to control the seal script?"

Meng Dongliu chuckled: "Are you kidding? Those who can enter here are those who have mastered the talisman and seal script. If you don't master it proficiently, how can you participate in the training?"

Qiu Cunmo's scalp numbed instantly: "...then, are you also proficient in the talisman and seal script?"

"certainly!"

"...You have memorized such a long list of talisman and seal scripts?"

"Of course I have memorized it. I have been memorizing it for more than a year, forgetting about food and sleep, for that talisman and seal picture record!"

"..."

"Hey, Junior Brother Dusha, what do you mean?" Meng Dongliu realized something was wrong: "You didn't write down the seal script records, right?"

"No, how could it be? Of course not, it's impossible. I've memorized them all and know them all, so I came here to practice, haha..." How dare Qiu Cunmo say that he didn't remember a single talisman diagram.

But, the laughter behind was uglier than the crying!