Chapter 267 Ritual 3

(In the previous chapter, it was revised and added.) I wish the deputy moderator "Fence" a happy holiday! I wish the world a happy holiday!

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In the towering hall, there is a wide plaque in the middle, engraved with the word "Yu Liang". Outside the hall, there is a huge purple-gold bell, which is two feet high and awe-inspiring.

At this time, the hall is full of shadows, and there are already 20 or 30 people.

Yue Ming pointed to the location of the hall and said respectfully to Zhou Xing, "Uncle, this is the main hall. Uncle Yuan should have been waiting for you inside."

"Okay, let's go in." Zhou Xing said, looked back at the disciples in Liang who followed him, smiled faintly, and then walked towards the main hall.

As it approached, the high hall seemed to exude a sense of pressure. Song Yu and Mo Qianglong both felt a little uncomfortable. Zhou Xing looked up and looked at the dragon statue in the hall, "There is something wrong with this dragon." He waved his hand, and two pure Zhenyuans were injected into Song Yu and Mo Qianglong's bodies to help them resist this pressure.

Immediately, several people stepped into the main door of the hall.

In the hall, there are nine floors, each of which is half a person's height. At the top, there is a sculpture.

At this time, there were more than 30 people standing below the fourth floor of the hall, more than ten people on the bottom floor, more than ten people on the second and third floors, and only two people on the fourth floor. At the height of the sixth floor, there was a handsome man in blue, with eyebrows like swords and eyes like stars, standing condescendingly.

The man in blue was Yuan Xuyang. At this time, there was a touch of majesty on his face, which was very different from his usual expression.

As soon as Zhou Xing came in, his eyes glanced at the people present in an instant. At a glance, he saw the difference in the steps of the hall. There was a long dragon on the steps, and above the nine floors, it was the dragon head.

While his eyes swept over, Zhou Xing had quietly used the magic method of breaking the illusion. Everyone on the first level was a low level of practicing qi, which was also the cultivation of the third level and below.

Several people in the second layer are all in the middle level of practicing qi, from the fourth to the sixth level.

And the people in the third level are the cultivation of the seven or eight layers of practice.

The two people on the fourth floor are both the cultivation of the ninth level and the peak of Qi practice. With only one step, they can cross the Qi practice and build the foundation.

The metaphor of this step is obviously to let the disciples of Yu Liang practice hard and become a dragon step by step.

"Brother Yuchen, go to the fifth stage." Yuan Xuyang's voice came to Zhou Xing's ears. Zhou Xing looked up and thought, "It seems that Yuan Xuyang's cultivation is on the sixth floor, and the fifth floor should be the initial cultivation of foundation to stand up." Immediately, Zhou Xing smiled and exerted a little force under his feet. His whole body seemed to be a willow catkins. He came to the fifth step of the hall lightly. After standing, he saluted Yuan Xuyang and said, "Brother Yuan."

The disciples standing on the next few steps focused on the strange young man in white. They had already heard about it, and this person was the new uncle.

Song Yu and Mo Qianglong also stood on the first step under Yue Ming's arrangement. They looked at the many people standing high on the top, and their emotions suddenly became excited. The level of practitioners was so obvious that they were also eager to be high, especially Mo Qianglong, a martial artist standing at the peak of the mortal world. At this moment, although his expression had not changed, he was determined to practice hard. Never be the lowest level of people.

Not only them, but also almost all the monks standing on the steps of the hall, their mood is a little complicated, and they want to climb to the high level.

At this time, dull footsteps came from outside the hall. A short and strong monk in a brown robe stepped a few feet in a step. As soon as he entered the hall, his body pulled up and came to the sixth step where Yuan Xuyang was.

At the same time, the voice buzzed in the hall: "Brother Yuan, I'm not late."

Yuan Xuyang glanced at the short monk and said with a smile, "Brother Du Qing, if you can come, you will give me face." Then, he looked at Zhou Xing, who was standing on the fifth step of the next floor, "Brother Yuchen, this is Du Qing, who joined our Liang faction half a year before you came."

When Du Qing came in, Zhou Xing felt a tinged in his heart. From this person, he felt a strong anger. In addition, this person's appearance was almost completely opposite to Yuan Xuyang's sunshine and handsomeness. From the first impression alone, Zhou Xingwei was disgusted and subconsciously vigilant.

Of course, after several years in this world of cultivation, Zhou Xing will naturally not look at people face to face. There was no strangeness in his expression. He smiled faintly and stood on the fifth floor, facing Du Qing, who was high on the sixth floor, and saluted with his fists in his hands, "Brother Du, brother Yuchen is polite."

From the moment he came in, Du Qing narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhou Xing. Hearing Zhou Xing's words, he smiled and replied, "Brother Yuchen, you don't have to be so polite. Since you have entered the Yu Liang School, everyone is a family."

Zhou Xing smiled, nodded, and stopped talking.

In this main hall, it seems that there is this pressure, or there are teachers, low-level monks, holding their breath and standing there one by one, some with their eyes slightly closed and quiet. Some raised their heads, looked at the steps above, and lowered them again.

"Brother Yuan, it's almost time to come. Brother Yuchen's initiation ceremony can begin, right?" Du Qing glanced around from the low-ranking monks below and asked Yuan Xuyang, who was standing beside him.

Yuan Xuyang pondered for a moment, "I have notified Brother Yan. Wait a moment."

"Oh? Has Brother Yan left the customs? I still want to ask for some forbidden techniques after Brother Yan comes out of the customs. A touch of joy appeared on Du Qing's face, which slightly diluted the gloomyness between his facial features.

Zhou Xing didn't move and said to himself, "It seems that there is another foundation-building monk who will come. Yuan Xuyang is also known as his brother. He should be a monk in the later stage of foundation-building."

Suddenly, a gentle voice sounded in the hall: "Ha ha, let everyone wait for a long time."

"Brother Yan is here." Yuan Xuyang said with a smile.

"Uncle Yan." The disciples shouted in unison, with a look of real respect. Even Du Qing came here and did not get this treatment.

Zhou Xing's heart moved and his eyes looked at the door of the hall.

I saw an old man with a white beard, wearing a simple green robe and a smile, came in.

"Master!" Zhou Xing was shocked and looked at the old man with white bearded eyes.

(It involves too many characters, and Shiyan is a little powerless. More than a thousand words were added in yesterday's update, which have been modified and can be read back.)