Chapter 150 Taibai Qi Hand

He was startled and realized that there was a powerful magic circle here, so he had better be careful.

Seeing that everyone was present, the old man in gray stood up, waved his hand, released a yellow spell, and disappeared into the thick fog.

The thick fog around them began to roll and then dissipated in their direction, revealing a moss-covered stone wall not far away. It looked as if no one had been there for a long time.

"Listen carefully, only after the spiritual water is refined, you will have the opportunity to enter the forbidden area of ​​the three sects. Otherwise, even we cannot approach this place..."

"You can only stay in there for one day and one night, and you must leave immediately the next day. The forbidden area is strictly prohibited, and you are not allowed to trespass, otherwise you will bear the consequences at your own risk."

The Confucian scholar named Bai seemed to know a lot about the forbidden area, and he gave a serious reminder before anyone else could speak.

These low-level disciples all expressed their obedience.

At this moment, the voice of the man came from the green stone wall.

"Okay, come in and talk. I will activate the formation and leave you an exit."

After he finished speaking, the stone wall began to shake, and then a green light shone everywhere, which was extremely dazzling.

After a while, when everyone regained consciousness, they found the scene before them astonishing.

The blue stone wall had disappeared, replaced by a huge stone door with two closed doors.

The stone gate was covered with dense talismans and spells, and colorful lights flashed continuously, obviously filled with powerful restrictions.

The stone gate was surrounded by several layers of yellow light curtains, making it impossible to touch the stone gate.

However, in front of the huge gate that was more than ten feet high, a monk in yellow clothes stood with his hands behind his back.

He was about forty years old, with a pair of thick eyebrows slightly raised, and an astonishing murderous aura emanating from his face, which made people feel frightened at first sight and dared not look him in the eye.

"Haha, it seems that Senior Brother Yue's 'Ghost Evil Art' has made great progress. It seems that Senior Brother has made rapid progress in his practice near the sacred tree."

The middle-aged monk from Baiqiao Academy nearby saw the strong aura of the monk in yellow and couldn't help but reveal envy and whispered.

Although he didn't speak loudly, the monk in yellow heard it clearly. He immediately rolled his eyes and responded rudely.

"Humph, if you are willing to stay in the forbidden area for fifty or sixty years, you can make some progress. I'm just afraid that you won't be able to bear it by then!"

After hearing this, the middle-aged monk from Baiqiao Academy suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

“Junior brother, I was just speaking casually. Senior Brother Yue and Senior Brothers Wu and Tian have been guarding here, and it’s really hard. I just…”

"Okay, no need to say more. This restriction was set up by the Yuanying-stage uncles from our three sects. I won't have long to open the restriction, so you should hurry in!"

After the yellow-robed monk finished speaking, a yellow token appeared in his hand.

He looked solemn and muttered to himself.

A strong yellow light suddenly emanated from the token, and then a yellow glow surged outwards. The light curtains dissipated, revealing a passage.

"Go in quickly, there is not much time left!" The Confucian scholar urged immediately upon seeing this, and then took the lead and turned into a ray of white light and flew in.

The gray-robed old man and the middle-aged monk from Baiqiao Academy also gave an order and flew in.

Seeing this, Yin Mo and others did not dare to delay and followed into the passage with their magic weapons.

When the group arrived in front of the stone gate, the monk in yellow took out the token. With a flash of light, the passage disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Follow closely." A figure glanced at everyone and said coldly.

His fingers kept jumping, and his hands formed complex seals. Then he turned quickly and waved his hands.

Two dazzling red and yellow lights flew out and directly hit the stone door covered with restrictions.

The originally tightly closed green door suddenly began to flash with runes, and with a low humming sound, it slowly opened, revealing a long square passage.

The monk in yellow walked in without hesitation.

The others looked at each other and followed closely.

Yin Mo walked among the disciples with a focused look in his eyes. In fact, his spiritual sense was scanning everything around him.

This square passage was obviously dug out directly in the mountain with magical tools. The walls were extremely smooth, and some profound and difficult to understand talismans and spells were engraved at regular intervals.

Although he was unable to study them carefully for the time being, he knew that these talismans were not just for decoration.

The passage was not long. After walking for less than a hundred feet, everyone saw a bright light and appeared in a neat stone hall.

The stone hall is about fifty or sixty feet wide and seventy or eighty feet high, quite spacious.

In the center of the stone hall, there is a green stone platform several feet in size.

There are ten stripes engraved on it, forming a huge chessboard. The black and white chess pieces cover the entire surface of the board and seem to be arranged very delicately.

On both sides of the chessboard, an old man and a young man sat cross-legged, holding black and white chess pieces in their hands. The old man was dressed in brocade clothes, with an elderly face, about fifty years old.

The boy was only seven or eight years old, with a ruddy complexion, and looked as if he was the reincarnation of a jade boy.

"Uncle Lan! Why are you here?" A cultivator named Bai couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw the young man, and then hurried forward to pay his respects.

"Uncle Lan?" The gray-robed old man and the middle-aged monk from Baiqiao Academy were a little surprised to see this strange young man.

But after hearing the monk Bai's name, their expressions suddenly changed.

When they saw the young man again, with a pigtail, bare feet, and gold rings on his hands, a legendary senior figure immediately emerged in their minds.

"Juniors Du Hui and Yu Shan'an, nice to meet you, Senior Lan!" The two were surprised and immediately bowed.

"Please stand up. Don't you see that Junior Brother Hu and I are playing a crucial game of chess? Don't disturb us until I finish this game."

Despite the boy's delicate appearance and childish voice, he spoke with an air of sophistication.

"Yes, as you command!" The three Jindan cultivators quickly agreed, then stood aside, waiting with their hands hanging down.

The long-faced old man who was playing chess with the boy glanced at the three of them and smiled bitterly, but did not speak.

As for the monk in yellow, he has been standing behind the boy since entering the stone hall, maintaining the posture of a disciple.

The other young monks who followed felt uneasy when they heard the three masters actually called the young boy in front of them "Uncle Master".

How could these Qi Refining stage disciples not understand what this title meant? So they all widened their eyes and stared at the boy, their hearts in turmoil.

The moment Yin Mo saw the boy, he was also a little surprised. This boy was obviously an early Nascent Soul cultivator, how could he appear here?
However, he quickly regained his composure.

Although he was no match for the boy now, it was not difficult for him to escape. Moreover, he believed that the boy did not come here for him.

So, Yin Mo remained calm on the surface, but in his heart he was thinking about what impact this accident would have on his plan.

Finally, after the boy and the long-faced old man had been playing chess for about ten minutes, the long-faced old man pushed the chessboard aside and said respectfully, "Senior Lan is a great chess player. I am convinced of my defeat!"

The boy heard this and showed a hint of joy on his face, but then he rolled his eyes and said doubtfully:

"Master Hu, you didn't mean to let me win, did you? We agreed that we must not show mercy when playing chess."

"How dare a junior deceive you? Your chess skills are indeed much better than before." Upon hearing this, the long-faced old man's expression became more solemn and he hurriedly explained.

"Haha, I also feel that my chess skills have improved a lot. It seems that I have gained something from sparring with those masters in the secular world." The boy smiled, and his smile became more obvious.

"Okay, put away the chess pieces. We have serious business to attend to." The boy's smile disappeared and his tone suddenly became serious.

Then he twisted his small body and faced the monks who had been waiting for a long time. He blinked a few times with his big black and white eyes, and swept his gaze over the faces of several Jindan stage monks one by one, and finally stopped on the face of the Confucian scholar.

"Junior Brother Bai, how many years have you been in the Ancient Sword Sect?" the boy asked leisurely.

"I have been a disciple for more than a hundred years." The cultivator surnamed Bai was a little surprised, but still answered honestly.

"More than a hundred years! It's really not easy for you." A strange look flashed across the boy's face and he sighed softly.

"Uncle-master, what do you mean by this?" The green-robed scholar's face changed slightly, and then he forced a smile.

"What do you mean? As a disciple of the master of the righteous Haoran Pavilion, you have stayed in our sect for such a long time. We in the Ancient Sword Sect do not welcome you, the great god."

"Have you ever thought about going back to see your master?" The boy stared at the scholar coldly and said in a gloomy tone.

After hearing these words, the Confucian scholar named Bai turned pale.

The gray-robed old man and the middle-aged monk from Baiqiao Academy looked at the scholar surnamed Bai in shock, then subconsciously took a few steps away from him.

"Fellow Daoist Bai, is what Senior Lan said true?" the middle-aged cultivator asked in disbelief.

The scholar surnamed Bai's face changed constantly and he was unable to answer.

"Since my uncle-master already knows my origins, it's useless for me to deny it. But I won't surrender!" The scholar looked grim and finally spoke.

However, just as he finished saying the word "capture", a white light suddenly flashed on his body, and he shot into the group of disciples behind him like a crossbow arrow. With a grab, a white light hand instantly covered one of them.

It was the black-clothed young man Meng Di who possessed the "Nine Spirit Sword Body"!

"What are you doing?" The gray-robed old man and the middle-aged monk roared, with light flashing on their bodies, ready to rescue, but it was too late.

Seeing this, Meng Di was not flustered. He raised his hand and released a sword energy, which went straight towards the bare hand.

However, there was a huge gap between the two in terms of cultivation, and the sword energy that slashed towards Guangshou was unable to cause any damage, but was instead easily broken by Guangshou.

Just when Meng Di was almost captured by the Confucian scholar, the monk surnamed Bai suddenly trembled and fell to the ground.

The light hand instantly turned into a ball of bright light and disappeared without a trace.

The young man in black stood there blankly, feeling confused.

"Hmph! You have made some progress in practicing our sect's 'Taibai Huaqi Hand'. But you forget that I'm not really playing chess here." The boy rubbed his hands calmly and muttered to himself.

Except for Yin Mo, no one in the stone hall could see how the boy acted and how he subdued the Confucian scholar.

Yin Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the fallen Confucian scholar, then looked at the boy, a strange look flashed across his face.

When the Confucian scholar suddenly attacked, Yin Mo sensed through his spiritual sense that a light red thread flashed out from under the boy's feet, and almost at the same time, the Confucian scholar fell down.

At first, he thought it was some kind of insidious magic weapon like flying needles, but after scanning it with his spiritual sense, he was surprised to find that the light red silk thread contained a faint chilly sword energy, which was actually condensed from sword energy.

This made Yin Mo feel amazed!

He had heard before that when a high-level swordsman reaches a certain level of cultivation, he can transform sword energy into threads and break all the laws with one sword!

Now, he saw it with his own eyes. It was unbelievable that he could cultivate sword energy to this level!

"Junior Brother Hu, lock him up in the Dragon Cave and don't kill him for now. We still need him!" The boy tilted his slender neck and said to the long-faced old man who had just played chess with him.

The long-faced old man was startled and agreed. He approached the scholar, and they left through a side door of the stone hall and disappeared from sight.

Yin Mo watched this scene and turned his gaze to Du Dong.

Du Dong's expression seemed calm, but upon closer observation, his clenched hands revealed signs of nervousness.

Yin Mo smiled slightly and ignored him.

"The problem has been solved. You three should do whatever you need to do and ignore an old guy like me."

"I still need to study the pros and cons of this game carefully."

The boy waved to the other monks and spoke staggeringly.

Then he really lowered his head and began to examine the chessboard in front of him.

When the old man in gray and others heard this, they did not dare to hesitate to express their agreement.

The yellow-robed monk led them out of the hall from another side door.

"I really didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Bai is actually..., Senior Brother Yue! Did you know about this in advance?" A middle-aged cultivator came out of the stone hall not far away and couldn't help but sigh.

"I don't know. Senior Lan just said that he wanted to take care of something here. How dare I ask more questions?" The yellow-robed monk also looked a little ugly.

After hearing this, the middle-aged monk stopped asking questions and kept silent.

The young disciples behind, after what had just happened, did not dare to speak easily.

In a somewhat depressing atmosphere, Yin Mo and others walked through a long corridor, turned a corner, and were led to a pale yellow stone door.

In front of the door, a man with disheveled hair was sitting cross-legged quietly.

Although it was difficult to tell who this person was because his face was covered by messy hair, but judging from the gray hair, this person must be not too young.

When the yellow-robed monk saw this person, a look of respect appeared on his face.

"Brother Wei, I have brought the disciples for the Sword Trial Conference. Should we let them in now?"

"Since they are already here, let them go in. The alcohol liquid came out a little later than expected, so these disciples may need to wait a little longer."

The man with untied hair spoke calmly, his voice unusually steady and deep.

Yin Mo's gaze swept over him quickly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

This monk with untied hair is actually a monk in the late Jindan stage, and has reached the peak of the False Infant stage.

This made him pay special attention to this person!
When the old man in gray heard the voice of the man with untied hair, a hint of excitement appeared on his face. He took a few steps forward and spoke in a trembling voice.

(End of this chapter)