But no one from the Wudang Sect dared to commit rash here.

At this time, the door opened and we walked in.

After entering the courtyard, the old Taoist who was white bearded was sitting on the pavement, closing his eyes to practice.

The old Taoist looks like he is in his eighties and is very old.

But that aura was extremely stable.

Every breathing is very rhythmic.

Obviously, this old Taoist has a very high level of cultivation and is not an ordinary person.

"Elder, disciple Wu Xinglong and junior sister Yang Xue, bring them to the evaluation..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old Taoist closed his eyes slightly opened and said hoarsely:

"There is an iron bell next to it, let them stand in place and ring..."

Hearing this, Lao Fengwang and I glanced at me.

Only three meters away, there was indeed an tinplate clock.

It's just that these bare hands are a few meters apart.
Chapter completed!