Naturally, a group of fragmented gangsters were not the enemy of Mo Tiangen and Marco. They were repaired severely, and they ran away crying and crying.

However, beyond everyone's expectation, more than one group of people were not able to provoke themselves.

After that, several groups of mobs came to the door one after another, all for the "Key of Vientiane", disturbing them that they could not even eat dinner.

The most annoying thing is that there was a thief who broke the door and climbed the window in the middle of the night and tried to burglary. When the man touched the room of Fan Hemian and Su Rong, he was caught by two girls. Carrying out the door, he threw it down from the window in the corridor on the second floor.

In the early morning of the next day, just as the sun rose from the horizon, Ji Lu and the others heard the two shopkeepers of the inn knocking pots in the corridor to urge them to get up.

Everyone neatly packed themselves up, gathered in the lobby, and then, led and surrounded by the crowd, spent an entire hour walking through the complex and cramped streets of Xiacheng District like a spider web, and came to the gate leading to the Shangcheng District.

The door opens at eight o'clock in the morning.

When Ji Yu and his party arrived at the gate, most of the team had already been waiting there.

While waiting for the door to open, each team occupies a corner and looked at each other with vigilant and guarded eyes.

Obviously, everyone here knows that not everyone has the opportunity to meet the "Vatican". From the moment they enter the Shangcheng district, they are competitors.

Looking at the teams with distinct camps in front of the city gate, Ji Shun almost felt as if he had entered Universal Studios Hollywood. For a while, he felt a sense of chaos in time and space.

He saw a total of three teams wearing ancient costumes, like those from the world of martial arts or cultivation, everyone with long hair in a bun, waist with swords, a pair of toga and big sleeves, the appearance of fairy spirit fluttering.

The most conspicuous team, twelve people, are all young women. They are all eighteen years old. They are delicate and pretty. They are dressed in goose yellow, water blue or lavender skirts, just like the legendary queen mother’s knees. Sweet girl.

There are also two groups wearing European style robes.

It's just that although they are the same robe, their style of painting is completely different, making it easy for people to distinguish their genres and camps.

One group was wearing a long cloak-like coat, and more than half of the people wore a big hat with a pointed top and a wide brim on their heads, with a broomstick in their hands and wands in their waists. They looked like a group of wizards.

On the other hand, the robes of the other group were either black or gray, each with a hood to cover their heads, and there was a mottled scorch mark on the sleeve of the lead old man with white beard, which should have been burnt out by the fire. The wizard or alchemist in Merlin.

Next to the wizards is a group of big men wearing European armor, holding swords and shields. They are the team that is the most incompatible with the style of the entire city.

Of the three remaining groups, one team is composed of monks wearing monks’ robes and hand-twisting prayer beads; the other two teams seem to have come from a more technologically advanced time and space, wearing costumes and wearing costumes. There are better utensils, and Ji Xiaoniao can't determine their materials and uses.

Compared with the other nine teams, Ji Lu and the others, wearing casual clothes, could be regarded as empty-handed teams, instantly disappeared from the crowd, and became non-existent.

Just as Ji Lu was thinking about this, it was eight o'clock.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!"

With eight loud and dull bells, the only steel gate connecting the upper and lower districts slowly opened.

Amid the tsunami-like applause and applause of the crowds onlookers, a group of puppet soldiers in armor lined up on both sides of the city gate, followed by a monk and a scholar, and stood in front of the gate.

"Participants of this year's Fanhua Fair are invited to enter Youdingtian City!"

The old white-browed Dao standing among the three said loudly.

He obviously only wanted to speak in the usual way. He didn't see any hysterics. He still sounded like a bell, and everyone present heard it clearly.

"good!"

"Master Zhang is really amazing!"

The hand of the old Baimei Daolu immediately suffocated the audience, shouts of applause one after another, many participating teams also put away the arrogance on their faces, and their expressions suddenly became solemn.

Then, a team moved first.

Those were twelve sabre monks in blue. They formed a neat cone and walked towards the open steel gate.

When he arrived at the door, the blue-clothed youth headed out a brass key and handed it to the old man with white eyebrows.

The old Dao smiled and took the key, inserted and twisted it into a groove on the door panel behind him, and made an "open the door" action out of thin air, and there was an extra nameplate in his hand.

Then the Taoist turned around, handed the nameplate in his hand to the repairer in blue, and bowed to the group of people, and at the same time stepped aside, indicating that they could pass.

The leading young man put the nameplate into his arms, and his tight shoulder line relaxed. He led a group of disciples behind him to pay back the gift, walked through the mountain gate, and entered the Shangcheng district.

With the starter, the teams behind will naturally learn from each other, handing over the keys one by one and passing through the city gate.

Ji Shu and they are the eighth team to enter the Tiancheng City.

As the leader of the team, Bing Ha took over the nameplate belonging to their team from the hands of the white eyebrows.

The nameplate is about three inches long and two inches wide. The whole body is pure black, and the texture resembles gold and non-gold, wood and non-wood. There is only a large gilded character with a strong and willow bone: "Ba" on it.

As soon as they entered the city gate, everyone saw a long, at least a thousand steps.

There are no railings on both sides of the steps, and you can see the blue sky and flowing clouds. It is almost as if you are in the clouds. If you change it to someone with a fear of heights, you will have to frighten your feet on the spot.

However, Ji Lu and others are all actors who have reached the S grade difficulty. Of course, such a ladder to the sky is not a problem.

Everyone raised their feet up the steps and walked upward step by step.

In front of Ji Tuan and the others, the team was full of Luoqun Fairies, who were impatient to walk up the stairs. At this moment, they had already sacrificed magic weapons, like a group of butterflies and flowers, flying dozens of meters away.

While climbing the stairs, Ji Shun paid attention to the surroundings.

At this moment, although there are no spectators around them, there are many table tennis-sized cameras flying around everyone, and a man’s voice can be heard in the air, speaking quickly in a excited tone:

"...The next team of contestants, they did not choose any flying tools, but steadily walked through our long steps of glory with their legs..."

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When Ji Yu and others climbed to the end of the stairs, what they saw was the "Yuanchen Palace" they had seen in the trailer of "Peach Blossom Spring".

The walls of the entire Taoist temple are almost made of translucent colored glaze, gradually changing from dark orange to light apricot, shining in the dazzling sunlight, shining like a fairyland creation, it is amazing, and it is born involuntarily Heart of awe.

Ji Tuan started in the eighth group, but it was almost the last.

When they were led into Yuanchen Palace by a group of Taoists, those teams who flew up at the beginning were impatient and looked at this group of "mortals" with even more contempt.

"Since everyone is here..."

The old white-browed Taoist who had received them outside the mountain gate at the beginning showed up again, licking his long beard under his jaw, and said with a smile:

"Then, then, let the poor Dao talk to the donors, fellow daoists and masters about the next trial."

When the Taoist said this, the little "ping pong ball" who had been following them before became even more excited, flying around them like a group of bees that found the **** blossoms. At the same time, they were far away. The background sound came, and the excited male voice seemed to be making a live commentary:

"...Now, the ten participating teams are all assembled in Yuanchen Palace, and the first challenge is about to be met soon!... Oh, no, no, please believe me, I am as curious as everyone who is watching the live broadcast! In the end they are about to What are we facing, let us wait and see!"

Under the focus of countless live broadcast footage, the Taoist master shook his hands together, and turned into a golden wire whisk out of thin air.

Then he held the whisk, turned and drew a circle in the void.

Immediately afterwards, the circle that shouldn't exist was lit up with golden light, and a "door" that could allow one person to pass through appeared out of thin air.

"Behind this'door' is a secret realm named'Wushuang'."

With an unhurried voice, the old Baimei explained to everyone, "You need to find an exit in Wushuang. Each exit leads to the same space. That's your real trial place."

He paused, then said:

"However, you need to pay attention to three things."

He raised his hand and stretched out his first finger:

"First, there are only five exits in Wushuang, and each exit can only allow one team to leave. When someone uses that exit, it will be closed immediately and cannot be opened again. Whenever a team leaves. , There will be fireworks flying into the sky as a sign."

Hearing this, everyone's expressions suddenly shuddered.

In other words, only five of the ten teams can find a way out.

From this point of view, this Sanskrit Festival is really ruthless, even the first level hasn't officially started yet, and half of the contestants will be eliminated directly!

Old Tao raised his second finger:

"Secondly, there are many patrolling iron golems in Wushuang. They will attack and expel all those who enter the line of sight indiscriminately. You must be careful."

Ji Yu thought to himself, the so-called "iron golem" should be the armored soldier he saw in front of the mountain gate just now.

Taoist Baimei pointed at the door of the void behind him with a whisk:

"Third, the time you can stay in Wushuang starts from entering this door and ending at sunset tomorrow. Once this deadline is exceeded, no matter whether you can find an exit or not, you will be forcibly sent back here, and at the same time It means that your challenge ends here."

Many contestants frowned.

Including those who participated in the performances of Ji Lu and the others, there are many capable people and strangers who often go to various "worlds" to experience.

The more experienced, the clearer it is. It is really not an easy task to find a few exits that don't even know whether they are round or flat in a secret realm of unknown size and unknown environment.

"Also, I need to remind you all."

After talking about the rules, the old Tao added:

"It is inevitable that there will be casualties in all previous Sanskrit festivities. In Wushuang, you are not afraid of fighting. You must live and die at your own risk, and you must not blame others. In addition, although no one in the team will be disqualified, if the damage is too great, it is very likely. It will affect the next few trials, this must be paid more attention."

After that, he slapped the snow-white long beard again, and LANXESS laughed a few times.

"Finally, I will send you a message, it is the right to look for a hint to exit!

The old Dao raised his right hand, and the whisk flew into the air. Without any human control, he wrote the dragon and snake by himself, and soon he wrote a line of big characters like a dragon and a silver hook and iron painting:

"Who is willing to stay in the solitary mountain? Taoists are not alone in the mountains!"

The author has something to say:

That poem is from Su Shi, thank you for your suggestions!

In addition, the word "Yuanchen Palace" also has allusions~

Taoist (?) Legend has it that every person had a house in the spiritual world before reincarnation, and this house was called Yuanchen Palace.

If you have the opportunity to explore someone's Yuanchen Palace (by means of yin, etc.), you will be able to predict the person's fate. For example, by looking at the number of meters in the rice tank in the house, you can know how many foods the person has in his life. , Very interesting!