"In the order of reaching Jianlu, two people are in groups, each walking, asking their hearts, remember not to force them, otherwise it will be in vain to lose their lives." Ji Qingming calmly repeated the words dozens of times.

There are two steps behind the sword hut, which can be seen at ninety-nine levels. And further up, it is surrounded by clouds and mist and cannot be seen clearly. Since he arrived here, Su Fu restrained all his spiritual senses, and he may be discovered as soon as he poked it out.

No matter what is in the clouds and mist, the way to ask for your heart is this ninety-nine level. If you pass, you will be a disciple of Jianzhai’s inner sect.

The first casual cultivator who arrived and another unpretentious monk took over both sides. The other monks retreated spontaneously. No one envied the pioneers. Those who were inexperienced wanted to explore the bottom of their hearts, so the best choice was to wait and see.

The monks who had already experienced became increasingly nervous. If they could enter Jianzhai, they could soar into the sky. It was related to their future and the high expectations of various families, so they could not help them.

Juechen took the first step without any hesitation, and then the second and third... He went up to the twelve steps in one breath, and the experienced monk couldn't help but gasp.

"It has been three hours since I stepped on the twelfth stairs..."

The other one, however, did not have such speed. He barely stepped onto the sixth level and was already sweating profusely and felt exhausted.

Someone said disdainfully: "If you don't know how to use spiritual energy, it would be good to be able to reach level ten."

Sure enough, not long after, the monk was blocked on the tenth level, his face pale as paper and no successor. With an extremely depressed mood, he sighed and walked into meditation, restoring the consumed spiritual energy. When his spiritual energy recovered, it means that nothing was gained during this trip to Jianzhai.

A third person soon went up, but this person only went up two levels more than the previous one, and then he fell down with a sad look on his face.

Juechen was as powerful as a bamboo shoot, and he had already stepped on the 66th step, and even Ji Qingming smiled with a satisfied smile. In his opinion, this boy was undoubtedly of superior character and qualifications, and it would be difficult for him to ask for his heart.

With the naked eye alone, Su Fu could not find out the mystery. He felt a little itchy and wanted to find out the spiritual sense to observe, but so many monks around him were afraid that they would be discovered as soon as they poked out, so he had to helplessly dispel this idea.

Although the platform is not big, and about sixty monks stood here, it seemed a bit crowded, but you can still see three people and five people. They talked and whispered, only Su Fu, who came last, was alone.

Almost no one wanted to stand with the evil elder Jianzhai, even though he stood behind Nanli Palace.

There are naturally exceptions in everything. For example, Long Yinyao and his brother didn't care. The two of them came over, and Long Yinyao, who was in charge, smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Su, it seems that the injury has been healed. Are you sure about this path?"

Su Fu smiled and said, "You two high men have no intention of being nervous at all, so you must be confident."

"That's natural!" Long Yinsheng admitted without hesitation: "It's you, you were so seriously injured yesterday. Don't force it later. There are always opportunities, but you only have one life."

His old-fashioned tone taught Su Fu to smile lightly, but he didn't say anything.

Long Yinyao held the folding fan and patted his head lightly, sneering: "Since I have made a big talk, if I am embarrassed later, I will drive you back to the East China Sea so that I will not be able to raise my head in front of Sister Xuanqing."

"Sister, can you stop hitting me? I am the prince of the Dragon Palace in Donghai. I was looked at by outsiders and thought I was your follower..."

After Long Yinsheng finished speaking, he murmured in a low voice: "Besides, if you lose face for me later, what if you lose face for me..."

How could Long Yinyao not hear it, but was too lazy to pay attention to it. She just smiled and said to Su Fu: "Fellow Daoist Su, please tell me some of the rumors about asking for my heart, which may be helpful to you."

"Rumor?" Su Fu's heart moved and said, "Your Highness would also like to give me some advice."

"Well! Actually, it's not a big rumor, it's just some experiences about asking the way of the heart." Long Yinyao thought about the words before speaking: "The way of the heart is actually a magic circle. Those with low cultivation will gradually forget that feeling after leaving the way of the heart."

"When the cultivation level reaches a certain level, the magic array completely loses its effectiveness. So far, no one can clearly describe the entire process of asking for the heart. However, one thing is worth noting, that is, different monks have different feelings."

Long Yinyao tried to describe it simply and easily understood, and said, "That is to say, everyone's cultivation is not equal, and the magic array will be adjusted according to the strength of cultivation."

"In the ninety-nine steps, the first ninety levels can be easily passed by just high qualifications, and the last nine levels are the real test."

Speaking of qualifications, if Long Yinyao untied her self-binding cultivation, she would be able to see that Su Fu's qualifications are inferior, but she felt that the qualifications of people who could be valued by Ye Xuanji were only the minimum requirement.

"What are you talking about?"

Su Fuzheng remembered Long Yinyao's words carefully, but an unexpected guest inserted it, but Li Lingyun was wearing a golden silk and brocade dress. His style was striking, with red lips and white teeth, and it was easy to win the favor of others.

Unfortunately, Su Fu and Long Yinyao both had disgust with him, so they responded: "I will discuss the truth."

Li Lingyun didn't care and bowed to Su Fu and said, "I'll know a monk with the same name as a fellow Taoist, but you two are a bit far apart, and that person is vulgar and has no way of doing things. I think he has nothing to do with fellow Taoist Su?"

Su Fu sneered, unwilling to be silly with him at all, and said, "As fellow Taoist said, that person who is vulgar and obedient and unscrupulous is the one who is in charge, but I don't know if Fellow Daoist Li has buried your follower forever?"

"Haha!" Li Lingyun smiled and pretended to be dawned, saying, "If this is the case, Fellow Daoist Su is really a master. The master's behavior is not something Lingyun can guess. If there is any inappropriate or offensive word, I hope you are forgiven by fellow Taoist."

"Hey, Li Lingyun, you didn't say that before."

Long Yinsheng couldn't stand it and couldn't help but say, "Didn't you say you want to seek justice for your entourage? Now Su Fu himself is here, but he says good things for him. What do you mean?"

Li Lingyun smiled bitterly and said, "It must be that I blamed fellow Taoist Su for mistakenly. My entourage was only in Guiyuan Realm, but I died tragically in Jinlin City. I thought that fellow Taoist Su was the killer of fellow Taoist Su, but seeing how he would assassinate my entourage on my back when dealing with the snow demon, even if he had resentment in his heart, he would come openly. It was because I accidentally heard the villain's slander, and I hope fellow Taoist would be lenient."

"I killed it."

Although Li Lingyun repeatedly showed weakness, Su Fu did not give Li Lingyun any steps. He said lightly: "He deserves to die, so I killed him, that's all! If you want to take revenge, you can attack me at any time, but..."

He didn't even look at Li Lingyun, looking at Juechen who was close to the ninety steps, and his voice was faint: "However, the sword has no eyes, and when fighting, life and death must be conceited..."

Long Yinsheng smiled and gave Su Fu a thumbs up: "Hey a man."

"Haha, fellow Taoist really loves to joke." Li Lingyun laughed loudly, smiled for a while, but then curled his smile and said calmly: "If fellow Taoist said it was not a joke, Lingyun would definitely check the reasons in it. If my follower really deserves to die, he would not make any trouble with fellow Taoist. If my follower died unjustly, he would definitely ask for advice from fellow Taoist."

When he spoke, his face had no expression, and his eyes were as quiet as water, which made people dare not question the credibility of his words.

Long Yinyao's eyes were slightly cumbersome, and she thought excitedly: Both of them are not weak, so they can see when they fight, hehe.

"Welcome at any time." Su Fu said lightly, no longer speaking, because Juechen had already stepped up to the 91st step.

The four of them calmed down. What Su Fu did not notice was that there was a young monk in the monk group looking at him, looking thoughtful.

"Stop."

Suddenly someone spoke in the crowd, because Juechen stopped for the first time and stopped on the 91st step.

At this time, his condition was not good or bad. When he stepped onto the 91st step, he first showed a deep thought, and then began to be confused and gradually became a little anxious.

At this moment, the monks below all felt that time was so slow. They were eager to see someone succeed, which was the most intuitive encouragement.

"He can do it, why can't I?"

After about half a moment, all the anxiety on Juechen's face suddenly disappeared, and his left foot stepped towards the ninety-two steps.

Just when people thought he would stay at the ninety-two steps, he took seven steps in one breath and came to the ninety-eighth step.

Then he stopped again. He was not stumped by the ninety-eight steps. He stepped on the ninety-eight steps with his left foot, and his right foot was already raised, but he hung in the air.

The right foot, hanging in the air, pulled the hearts of all the monks on the platform, and there was a voice in their hearts: step on, step on.

Hesitated for only three breaths, but the monks below felt that after three springs and autumns, Juechen stepped onto the ninety-nine steps with his right foot, and then his body disappeared into the clouds and mists. The monks on the platform actually cheered for Juechen and for themselves.

Juechen, through his heart-to-heart questioning, almost broke the fastest record in less than an hour.

Ji Qingming smiled with satisfaction, stroked his long beard under his chin, feeling happy for his eyes, but from the corner of his eyes, Su Fu touched.

He did not cheer with the monks, but he stood calmly and calmly, but he felt more and more annoying as he looked at him. He suddenly felt a little resentful towards him: If it weren't for this guy, how could Ye Xuanji be? How could my heart be turbulent? Hum...Aren't you very powerful? The order is in the last place, I'm afraid it was intentional. If you can't pass the way, you don't need to be embarrassed... Since that's the case, I'll let you make the last ugly in front of many monks...

After his thoughts settled, he suddenly pointed at Su Fu and said loudly: "Su Fu, since you were blocked by the snow demon when you came, I will compensate you. After Juechen, you will be there."

At this time, it was Li Lingyun's turn on the other stairs, and the two stood on the same starting line.
Chapter completed!