The Journey Starts From the Fairy Tail

"In the spiritual realm, the spiritual power of choosing a day is very powerful. A thousand years ago, as the most outstanding monk among his peers, there is no spiritual power." Baimu Yalu.

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Lanlin's spirit is suffering. In the crowd, she felt the surprise of the people around her and the heated discussion about Zifeng.

Her ears were full of Zifeng's name, which made her dizzy.

After Zifeng passed the thirtieth level, the monks who looked around began to calculate the time required for Zifeng to pass the lights.

"I think it takes at least half an hour for Zifeng to pass the 35th level. Judging from the time spent on the first four levels, the 35th level must take the longest time."

"The first four levels of Zifeng only charge 40 interest rates for each level. Why does it take half an hour to pass the thirty-fifth level? Up to 50%."

I think 45% is about the same.

On the contrary, I think Zifeng is likely to fail in level 35.

Lan Lin wanted to leave the crowd and find a quiet place to have a good rest.

But Yu Fei didn't seem to want to leave at all. He even participated in a discussion about how long it would take for Zifeng to pass the first level.

No one pays attention to Zhang Kun's incense anymore. All the monks were talking and whispering about the time when Zifeng broke through customs.

As for how long it has been since Zifeng entered the ladder formation, everyone has long forgotten.

This made Zhang Kun very uncomfortable.

When the first three incenses are lit, he is still the focus of attention.

But now, the eight joss sticks have been burned, but no one paid attention to him.

After lighting the ninth joss stick, Zhang Kun returned to the top of the convertible, sat in a chair, and looked at the 35th lamp in the projection array with some frustration.

He thought bitterly, Zifeng, why are you so unlucky? It's great that you can hang up the phone as soon as possible. Many people in this province stay at the foot of the mountain, wasting time with you. Zhang Kun thought so. However, the sky did not fulfill his wish. The 36th light suddenly turned on instead of turning off the light representing the 35th kill array.

Thankfully, the third brother finally passed level 35. Li Jiale breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Let us pray for the third brother, for the third brother to successfully pass every level and reach the top all the way."

"If the prayer really works, I will not eat or drink the old stone and pray for the third one day and night. After all, prayer is to comfort and deceive myself. My old stone is too lazy to pray. I have enough for the third child. His confidence. He can push down the cliff. He hasn't broken the dragon vein of Qinfeng Academy. What else can he do?" Li Mi said nonchalantly.

Fang Lu nodded happily, and said: "The second brother said something reasonable, but I do think that the way of climbing is actually a kind of training for the third brother, and it is also a spiritual practice in another sense. Of course, the ladder is very good. Horrible, but his third brother had an adventure to heaven. This kind of ladder killing array is another test of the combination of wealth and cultivation."

Qu Xiuzhi weighed the Jiuding Sword in his hand, and said: "Killing the formation and killing the ladder will force the third brother's many cards. I only hope that the third brother will have more cards. It is better to climb to the top of the ladder than to run out. it is good."

I don’t know whether Li Jiale’s prayers have appeared, and I don’t know whether Li Mi’s 100% confidence in Zifeng has worked. The thirty-sixth lamp was only on for 26 hours, and then the thirty-seventh lamp suddenly turned on.

"Twenty-six interest time! My dear, Zifeng only took 26% of the interest this time and passed the 36th pass." Duke Wu said incredulously.

Not only was he surprised, even Yulong Wang, Yun Qingshan and others were also extremely surprised.

Compared with the previous rounds, Zifeng’s time to qualify for the 36th round has been reduced by half.

"Did Zifeng take the wrong medicine? I can't believe that I passed level 36 so quickly." Qin looked at the moon suspiciously and asked Master Bodhi: "Master, is this level 36 easy? "

Master Bodhi immediately jumped up when he heard it.

"Is it easy? A joke, which one is easy to kill? One thousand and five hundred years ago, this famous fisherman died in the thirty-sixth pass." Master Bodhi said.

"Fisherman? But who is the fisherman closest to the water system in 3000 years?" Yun Qingshan asked suddenly in surprise.

Master Bodhi nodded, "Yes, it is him. Unfortunately, if the fisherman did not die in the killing array, maybe there will be another water king or Huang Wu in my clan. A thousand years ago, the sudden flood did not It will cause great damage to the water monsters, and will not kill countless people in our race, but the monks of our race are powerless."

"But even the fishermen have lost the killing array. Why does Zifeng pass so easily? Does he know water better than the fishermen?" Yun Qingshan wondered.

"This is impossible. How can Zifeng be compared with the fishermen more than a thousand years ago at his young age?" Duke Wu questioned. Questioning is useless, because others have already broken through. Waiting coldly for a cold voice.

Several powerful people ignored him, and even his words fell on deaf ears.

Master Bodhi looked at the thirty-seventh ray of light on the projection array, and said regretfully: "This thirty-seventh floor once buried an outstanding female monk of the human race, and was the only woman who climbed the ladder."

Upon hearing that the female monk had climbed the ladder, Duke Wu, Yun Qingshan and others suddenly came to their spirits.

"Master, who is that monk?"

"Yes, Master, give us a good talk. My dear, women don't let men. This is the first time I know a woman is climbing a ladder."

Master Bodhi pondered for a moment, and said: "The female monk has a surname Yan and her name is Gutian. One thousand and five hundred years ago, he was the most outstanding young monk of his generation. She was so strong that she even made people forget her gender. It is said that when When she played the flute, the flowers bloomed and the birds sang together."

In the barren mountains, Zifeng stood in front of a woman in yellow clothes, holding a jade flute in her hand.

The woman with peach eyes and apricot cheeks, clear eyes and beautiful eyebrows, exquisite figure and dusty temperament stood there like a fairy in the painting.

"It seems that this female monk is the fighting spirit of the thirty-seventh killing formation. Unfortunately, she is really a beautiful girl. She died on the killing formation ladder when she was very young." Zi Feng said in his heart.

The woman in yellow looked at Zi Feng coldly, raised her jade hand, and blew the jade flute.

The mountains are dark, the water is far away, and the vegetation of the barren hills and ridges withered.

On the 24th bridge on the moonlit night, where do the jade people teach flute?

When the flute sounded, the cold wind howled, and the wind roared like a tiger. It is late autumn in the mountains and the snow is flying.