Cangling World

On Lin Luo's right wrist, the place hidden by the long sleeves, was actually wearing ten twig bracelets!

A full ten!

Queer couldn't believe her eyes.

She got the inheritance of the pair of phoenixes, and only got a branch bracelet, but the master did not get the inheritance, but got ten times the number of branch bracelets.

What's going on here?

Thinking of the countless surprises that happened to him, Queer thought it was normal, so she obediently put away her branch bracelet and didn't ask any more questions.

In her opinion, what Lin Luo didn't want to say was a secret that could not be inquired.

If Linluo really wanted her to know, he would naturally reveal it.

Everyone looked at Queer and Wang Xiaoying with envy, wishing they could become them.

That is the inheritance left by a pair of enlightened phoenixes, and those who get the inheritance can achieve the throne of heaven no matter how bad they are.

If you are lucky and succeed in enlightenment, you can become the ancestor of the Dao level.

Someone raised their head and found that the colorful mist had not dispersed, and said in surprise: "Look, the illusion is still there, don't you think we still have a chance?"

Before he finished speaking, many colorful mists fell like the Tianhe, forming a portal in front of Zhao Ying, Zhou Yan, Cai Ji, Luo Yufei and others.

With surprise, they stepped into it and accepted the test of fantasy.

This time, Luo Yufei and others did not pass the test in an instant.

Because they are really going through the test. As for Queer and Wang Xiaoying, they just walked through the scene and didn't encounter the illusion at all.

At the same time, more portals appeared, randomly picking the monks present.

If everyone knew that the ancient Wutong tree was not someone who gave him the opportunity to enter the illusion test, but it was all based on luck, I wonder how they would feel.

"It's... so good!"

A young man looked at the portal hovering in front of him, trembling with excitement, and immediately jumped in.

Lin Luo looked around and saw at least five hundred portals formed around him.

This means that among the hundreds of thousands of people, only 5 out of 1,000 monks have the chance to be tested.

And among these 5 out of 1000 monks, there are not many people who can get the reward in the end.

The ancient Wutong tree once told Lin Luo that in the annual test, generally no more than 100 people will be rewarded.

Most of the rewards are just a twig, and the stronger ones can get a wood-type essence, breaking through a small realm on the spot.

Lin Luo stood with his hands behind his back, quietly waiting for the test to end.

"Buzz!"

A portal cracked, and Luo Yufei walked out of it.

She was bathed in the dazzling sword light, and her cultivation base had already entered the seventh level of True Qi.

"Hey, not bad!"

The corners of Lin Luo's mouth raised slightly.

Luo Yufei's breakthrough in cultivation is only the second, the most important thing is that her sword intent has successfully entered the beginning of the baptism from the rudimentary form.

Lin Luo speculated that her combat power had reached at least one turn.

Everyone's eyes fell on Luo Yufei, and they were all surprised.

"Crack!"

A door was cracked, and Zhao Ying stepped out.

She took a deep breath, and the surrounding aura surged into her body.

The mighty half-step profound breath, like a storm, swept the surrounding void.

Two more portals exploded, and Zhou Yan and Cai Ji appeared at the same time.

Their cultivation base has broken through two small realms, and their life breath is purer and richer, giving people the feeling that they are stronger than ordinary spiritual bodies, not far from the king body.

"Yes, there has been a lot of progress."

Lin Luo smiled, slightly satisfied.

The improvement of cultivation base is only secondary.

More importantly, when they experienced the illusion, their bodies were baptized by the ancient sycamore tree, and the physique of any one person surpassed the spiritual body.

If they enter the Profound Opening Realm one day, they will find that there is an extra green crystal nucleus in the heart.

That is the wood essence left by the ancient sycamore tree.

If it can be completely refined, the physique can reach the level of the king's body.

The test process of the illusion is not long.

In less than half an hour, all the monks walked out of the colorful portal, some disappointed, some surprised, and some calm.

A gust of wind struck, and the multicolored mist surged upwards, retracting into the lush foliage like a tide.

"Boom!"

In the distant sky, a thunderous sound suddenly came.

Visible to the naked eye, a figure shone with lightning flashes fell from the sky and arrived at the bottom of the ancient tree.

This is an old man with crane hair, with an amazing cultivation base, giving people a feeling of facing the mountains.

"It's the suzerain of Tianleizong, why is he here?"

Someone exclaimed and recognized the identity of the old man.

The Tianlei Sect Master looked around for a week, his eyes fell on Queer and Wang Xiaoying, and smiled: "I heard that the two of you have obtained the inheritance of the Phoenix, which is gratifying. This old man is the Tianlei Sect Master, the realm of the king of heaven."

He introduced himself aloud, and then his voice sank: "You guys, are you willing to worship me as a teacher and join the Tianlei Sect? Old man, willing to teach each other, and directly establish the two as young sect masters."

As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell silent.

In normal times, there is no royal body or amazing talent, and even the face of the king cannot be seen.

But now, the dignified king of heaven accepts his disciples with such a low attitude, as if he is praying.

"Hehehe, Sect Master Tianlei is so fast, he arrived one step ahead of the old man."

An old woman's voice came, and in the turbulent void, an old woman with a wooden staff with a crested head appeared, and her aura was no weaker than that of the Sky Thunder Sect Master.

This person is also a heavenly king.

"The old man is Sect Master Canglan, and I specially invited the two young ladies to join the sect. All the secret realms in the sect are always open to the two of you." The old woman showed a kind smile and was very polite.

Not to mention the White Mist City Wang family behind Wang Xiaoying, just by being sheltered by the ancient Chinese parasol tree, they have enough weight.

If you can get the two young girls Wang Xiaoying and Queer, it is equivalent to getting the support of the ancient Wutong tree.

"Your Canglan Sect is too quick to start, right?"

With a clear and pleasant voice, a temperament middle-aged woman wearing a long moon-white dress appeared, she showed a gentle smile to Queer, and introduced: "I am the master of the Shuiyue Sect, you can come anytime if you want. Our sect."

"Shuiyuezong doesn't want to give up anything, just wants to occupy a top genius?" Along with the strong man's voice, a man with a strong black robe showed his true body.

After him, a number of other powerful heavenly kings fell under the tree, showing goodwill to Que'er and Wang Xiaoying.

The people around looked at this scene, and only felt that everything in front of them was so dreamy.

These are more than ten heavenly kings, representing more than ten powerful sects.

Behind some sects, there are also Dao-level ancestors sitting in town.

However, the powerful Heavenly Kings with such an amazing background, at this time, very politely invited two girls to join their sect, and some even promised them to become the young sect master.

This kind of treatment makes people feel no jealousy, and some are just emotion and endless envy.

"The inheritance of the phoenix is ​​really amazing!"

Someone sighed.

If they hadn't acquired the inheritance, they would have been qualified to become disciples of the Tianlei Sect and Canglan Sect, but they would never have been taken seriously by Wang Xiaoying and Que'er.

"Then, are you two willing to join our sect?"

The old woman of Canglanzong asked kindly, leaning on a crested wooden staff.