Chapter 112: Lingtiandan

"Tell me, the answer you see. The answer is detached, you can go to the next level."
The old figure said indifferently, there was no feeling in the voice, only the fuzzy world in his hand continued to emerge, just like a human being was held in his hands.
Luo Yang’s brows are slightly wrinkled. The question asked by the old man seems to be simple, but it is extremely difficult. If you directly say what you see in front of you, you will never pass, and you may even lose the qualification to continue inheritance.
"The elders once said that the test of this third pass is the understanding of the inheritance. The word that can be realized seems to be simple. In fact, it is mysterious and mysterious. It cannot be pondered..." After a slight indulgence, Luo Yang’s Looking towards Zhou and Yi.
When the two of them saw the old man giving Luoyang a question, his face was not quite a bit strange. It seemed to have been known for a long time. At the moment, it was also a brow, as if thinking about something.
"It seems that their problems are the same as mine. The same question, different answers, the key to this third level is the monk's own way!"
In the eyes of Luo Yang, the color of enlightenment was revealed. After the eyes flashed, he simply sat on the altar and began to sink his heart to think about his own way.
"And my way, what is it..."
When the three of them sat on the altar, outside the inheritance, tens of thousands of monks were thinking about the old man's subject, and his face was a look of utter dismay.
"While the road is everywhere, but it is too ethereal, this topic is difficult to answer even if I am waiting for Yuan Tianjing, it is too difficult for the three of them." Zhou Jia's name The old man said slowly, his eyes swept from the three Luoyang.
"The Qingyun Shangxian is a generation of immortals. The inheritors who are to be selected are naturally different. Only the extraordinary monks of Tianwu are able to obtain his inheritance. This topic is also reasonable." After shaking his head, he said without hesitation.
Those who are surrounded by the heavens are nodding their heads and understand that there is nothing wrong with what Li Shan said. Qingyun Shangxian knows that the scene in this inheritance can be watched by the outside world, but it is still unscrupulous to put the problem out. It is the confidence in this topic of his own, and the whole topic is used to measure the whole Tianwu Shenzhou. The monk can be seen with anger!
"Li Daoyou, listen to what you said, but is there full confidence in your younger brother?" Xiaojia's ten ancestors flashed their eyes and said in a faint voice.
Li Shan’s face smiled and his eyes looked toward the figure in the light curtain. The mouth slowly said:
There is no grasp of the full grasp, but there is still some confidence.

"In this case, can Li Daoyou dare to gamble with the old man again?"
Xiaojia’s tenth ancestors sneered, and the old right hand waved, and a blue-colored medicinal herb appeared directly in front of him, giving off a strong medicinal fragrance. The surrounding monk monk was only smelling the smell of medicine. The spiritual power in the body is loose, and the look is horrified toward the blue medicinal drug.
"This spiritual Tiandan is the hard-earned income of the old man. Since Li Daoyou is so confident, the old man will bet on this Dan, and Li Daoyou is betting on a game to see who you and I are. Who can get this? The immortal inheritance!"
After the sound of the ten ancestors of the Xiao family came out, suddenly there was a sigh of relief around him. Even the strong ones of the Yuan Tianjing were also looking forward to the front of Xiao’s ten ancestors.
"Ling Tian Dan, it is actually Ling Tian Dan, no wonder it will be so amazing!"
"While such a Baodan will be a strong player in the Yuantian situation, the Xiao family will be willing to take it out. It seems that it is already well-informed."

Hey, Xiao’s family is a family that has been inherited for tens of thousands of years, and the foundation is really deep.

"..."
The noisy arguments kept ringing, and the eyes of many monks looked toward Lishan. I wonder if he would gamble with Xiao’s ten ancestors.
Lishan’s face is a little dignified. Even if he is a great elder of Tianjianzong, his status is extraordinary. Keling Tiandan is still precious to him. At this moment, he saw Xiao’s ten ancestors actually making a bet with this Dan. Surprised, it is also a slight sink.
"Li Daoyou, if you win, this Ling Tiandan old man will be sent on his own, there will be no delay, but if the old man wins, then please ask Li Daoyou to send out those first-day talents, it is fair to gamble, you See how?"
When Xiao Jia’s tenth ancestors saw Li Shan’s silence, he smiled faintly and his face looked proud.
"You have already said this to your friends, and the old man is not gambling?" Li Shan’s eyes flashed and he slowly said.
When the voice fell, Lishan’s long sleeves waved, and the dozens of Yuantian’s first strengths flew out, quietly suspended in front of him, echoing the Lingtiandan.
"Okay! Then we can wait and see!" Xiaojia's tenth ancestors laughed, and looked at the tens of thousands of days before the eyes, the line of sight gradually moved to the light curtain on the altar.
The old man of Zhou’s family looked at him and looked at Xiao Yichen with great depth. His face showed a confused look. The other strong people in Yuantianjing also frowned, and while they were puzzled, they looked at the place of inheritance.
Beside Lishan’s side, Zhao Muxue’s complex look, a pair of beautiful eyes looking at Luo Yang’s figure, revealed a trace of worry.
Under the eyes of all the outsiders, Luoyang was frowning and contemplative. After half an hour, Zhou Chengyun only stood up and stood up, patted the dust on his robes, and looked from the still thinking. Yang and Xiao Yichen swept over.
"So boring things, I have lost so much interest, I can think about such a long time. My younger man, my patience is so little, it was all finished by the two of you, and I will not pay for the two to continue here. It’s draining."
Zhou Chengyun kept shaking his head and said, his face showed a faint smile, and he gave a slight fist to Luo Yang.
"Royan Road Friends, we will see you outside!"
Luo Yang’s face showed a strange color, his eyes swept from Zhou Chengyun, and he saw that he did not look like a half-divided fake. Although he was puzzled, he still had a fist.
Zhou Chengyun's face was more and more smiling, and after a wave of free and easy wave, the outside of the body suddenly lit up a light, a force of transmission suddenly broke out, directly sent him out of this heritage.
"This child..."
Looking at Zhou Chengyun's figure disappeared from the light curtain, Zhou's old man shook his head helplessly. Behind him, many Zhoujia people were also smiling and laughing. For Zhou Chengyun's initiative to give up the inheritance, it was not too much. Surprised.
"Being a mediocrity, it is destined to become a big tool."
On the altar, Xiao Yichen shook his head and said, his eyes looked toward Luo Yang, his face flashed a scorn, his body swayed, slowly got up and walked toward the old man.