"Fifteen squares to the northwest, then turn around and walk seven squares to the right."

Hongwu's voice came again. Liang Yan walked fifteen blocks in the northwest direction, and suddenly found a green mountain peak appearing behind him.

"It's almost time to go into battle!"

Liang Yan had some premonitions in his heart and became energetic. Following Hongwu's instructions, he turned around and walked another seven squares.

As the last step was taken, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed!

I saw towering mountains in front of me, with many mountains and mountains, like a huge valley, but the bottom of the valley was submerged by the sea of ​​clouds, and only a little of the top of the mountain was exposed.

Surrounded by mountains on all sides, there is only one gap, and that is where you are.

And this location is like the entrance to the valley!

"It seems this is the right place."

Liang Yan thought secretly in his heart, put the "Soul-nurturing Altar" into the Taixu Gourd, and took big steps towards the interior of the valley.

On the majestic Yunfeng Peak, there are green grass, green forests like the sea, and the surrounding cliffs are shining. Hundreds of chains are crisscrossed, like bridges connecting the various peaks, seemingly extending in all directions.

In the middle of the mountains, there are seven or forty-nine wooden stakes standing, which are also mostly covered by the clouds and fog, with only a section above the clouds exposed.

On a wooden stake in the middle stood an emerald green pavilion, in which sat a Confucian scholar in Tsing Yi.

This man looks to be about thirty years old, handsome and unrestrained. He is sitting cross-legged in the pavilion, his eyes are slightly closed, and he is holding a long fishing rod in his hand.

The fishing rod extended out of the pavilion and reached outside the wooden pile. The fishing line was almost transparent and hung from the fishing rod until it was under the clouds.

On a wooden pile in front of the Confucian scholar in blue, there is a huge cauldron. There are green smoke birds on the top of the furnace, and the precious light is overflowing. One look at it and you know that the things inside the cauldron are absolutely extraordinary!

"The person who refines treasures!"

Liang Yan's eyes narrowed slightly.

Although the Confucian scholar in green clothes in the pavilion is vivid, Liang Yan has the "Eight Parts of Evolution" with him, and it can be seen at a glance that he is not a living person, and is most likely a similar existence to the "Golden Light Buddha" on the first floor.

According to the clues in the prompt, this Confucian scholar in Tsing Yi is most likely the "treasure refiner" he is looking for!

Although he found his target, Liang Yan did not act rashly.

Because here and now, there is another genius!

Not far from the tripod, there was an ordinary wooden stake, with a monk in yellow sitting cross-legged on it. He was none other than Fang Ruhui, one of the top ten geniuses.

On the wooden piles near Fang Ruhui, there were many broken remains of mechanisms. It was obvious that there had been a battle here.

According to Liang Yan's preliminary speculation, these wreckage should be machine puppets released by the Confucian scholars in Qingyi, and they are also one of the tests of this level.

As a person who broke through the barrier, Fang Ruhui should have had a battle with these machine puppets. The final result was obvious at a glance. Not only did the great monk destroy all the machine puppets, but he himself was still unscathed.

At this time, Fang Ruhui had his eyes slightly closed and his hands clasped together. He looked like an old monk in meditation, not interested in anything around him.

Even Liang Yan's arrival did not alarm this person.

On the contrary, the scholar in Tsing Yi who was fishing in the pavilion slowly opened his eyes.

"Tsk, tsk, what day is it today? In just half a stick of incense, two trialists arrived at my place in succession." The Confucian scholar in Tsing Yi said, looking Liang Yan up and down, with a half-smiling expression on his face.

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Facing the Confucian scholar in Tsing Yi, Liang Yan narrowed his eyes slightly and became a little wary.

Although he knew that the other party was not a living person and was most likely a machine puppet, he still felt that he could not see through the other party.

The existence in front of me is somewhat similar to the Golden Light Buddha, but it seems very different.

“Are you the gatekeeper of ‘Cloud Top’?”

"Yes, there are three peak masters on the top of the clouds, and I am one of them." The scholar in blue nodded, his expression very indifferent.

"How can we pass this level?" Liang Yan went straight to the point.

The Confucian scholar in Tsing Yi did not answer immediately, but glanced at him and sighed softly: "I know you are not a disciple of Tianji Pavilion, and it is very rare to pass the first floor, but listen to my advice and don't go down any further.

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After hearing the words of the Confucian scholar in Qingyi, Liang Yan's eyes flashed.

As a guard puppet, this person could actually tell at a glance that he was not a disciple of Tianji Pavilion. Compared with the previous Golden Light Buddha, he seemed to have a lot more spirituality.

The most crucial thing is the second half of his sentence.
Chapter completed!