Chen Yun was silently calculating in his mind, when suddenly, the old man surnamed Fu signaled all the disciples to start teleporting.

Facing the mysterious place they were about to visit, the young monks from the three sects were all full of anticipation and joy.

Amidst the flashing light, the cultivator surnamed Bai and a middle-aged cultivator from the Baiqiao Academy with a ruddy complexion were teleported over first.

Then, the other disciples formed groups of two and were teleported over one by one.

After a moment of dizziness, Chen Yun and others found themselves in a desolate pile of rocks filled with thick fog and humid air.

When the gray-robed old man saw that everyone had been teleported over, he stood up calmly and waved his hand lightly. A yellow magic spell flew into the mist and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The thick fog around them began to swirl and then quickly dissipated in their direction. Not far away, a moss-covered stone wall appeared, as if no one had ever set foot there.

"Since the spiritual water has been refined and needs to be used for washing eyes immediately, you are lucky enough to be able to enter the forbidden area of ​​the three sects. Otherwise, even people like us at the elder level would not be able to approach this place."

"After you enter, you can only stay here for one day and one night, and you must leave immediately the next day. There are also many restrictions, so you are strictly prohibited from entering without permission, otherwise you will bear the consequences at your own risk."

The Confucian scholar named Bai was obviously very familiar with this place. Without waiting for others to ask, he reminded in a serious tone.

These low-level disciples naturally nodded in agreement.

At this time, the voice of the person who had transmitted the message before came from the direction of the green stone wall.

"Okay, if you have anything to tell me, we can discuss it after we enter. I will open the formation for you and let you enter."

As soon as the man surnamed Yue finished speaking, the stone wall began to waver and blur like the surface of water, and green light burst out everywhere, making it impossible to look directly at it.

A moment later, when everyone came to their senses again, they were surprised by the scene before them.

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

The stone gate was covered with dense talismans and incantations, and colorful lights kept flashing. It was obvious that countless powerful restrictions had been placed on it.

Outside the stone gate, there were several layers of yellow light curtains covering the gate, making it difficult for people to reach it.

However, at this moment, 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.

The monk was about forty years old, with thick black eyebrows slightly raised, and a frightening murderous aura emanating from his face. When ordinary people saw him, they couldn't help but feel fear in their hearts and dared not look him in the eye.

"Haha! Senior Brother Yue's 'Ghost Evil Art' seems to have improved again. I believe that Senior Brother must have made great progress in his cultivation near the sacred tree!"

When the middle-aged monk from Baiqiao Academy saw the imposing appearance of the monk in yellow, he immediately showed some envy and whispered to himself.

Although his words were not loud, they were clearly heard by the monk named Yue. The monk in yellow immediately rolled his eyes and refuted mercilessly.

"Humph! If you are willing to spend fifty or sixty years in the forbidden area, you can naturally come here to practice. I'm just afraid that by then you, Junior Brother, will not be able to stand the loneliness!"

When the middle-aged monk from Baiqiao Academy heard this, he immediately looked embarrassed.

"Junior brother, I was just saying this casually. Senior Brother Yue and Senior Brothers Tian and I are guarding here, and it is really very hard."

"Okay, no need to explain any more."

After the yellow-robed monk said this, he immediately flipped his palm and a yellow token appeared in his hand.

He looked solemn and was muttering to himself.

The token suddenly emitted a bright yellow light, followed by a yellow cloud that swept out. Wherever it passed, the light curtains melted and disappeared, revealing a passage several feet wide.

"Everyone, get in, quick!"

When the scholar saw this, he urged without thinking, and then he turned into a white rainbow and flew forward.

The old man in gray clothes and the middle-aged monk from Baiqiaoyuan gave the same instructions and shot in the same way.

"Follow me closely and don't fall behind."

There was a cold flash in the yellow-robed monk's eyes, and he spoke to them in a slightly serious tone.

Then, his ten fingers jumped quickly like dancing, and his hands began to form various complicated gestures. Then he turned around suddenly and waved his arms lightly.

Two red and yellow rays of light shot out from his hands and hit the stone door full of restrictions.

In an instant, the runes on the originally closed green door began to flash and emit a low humming sound.

Following a slight vibration, the door slowly opened, revealing a long square passage inside.

The yellow-robed monk took a step forward without hesitation and strode into the passage.

The other monks looked at each other and followed him into the passage.

Chen Yun walked in the middle of the team, looking around.

This square passage was obviously carved directly out of the mountain by a magical tool. The walls were as smooth as a mirror, and at regular intervals, there were some profound and difficult-to-understand talismans and spells on the walls.

The passage was not too long. After walking for only about a hundred feet, everyone's eyes suddenly became bright and they appeared in a clean and tidy stone hall.

In the center of the stone hall, there is a green stone platform several feet in size, on which are engraved ten crisscrossing vertical lines, which turns out to be a huge chessboard.

The black and white chess pieces are densely distributed on the chessboard, as if the critical moment to decide the outcome has come.

On both sides of the chessboard sat an old man and a young boy respectively.

The old man was dressed in brocade clothes, had a thin face, and was about fifty years old.

The young man seemed to be only seven or eight years old, with red lips and white teeth, like a child born into the world.

"Uncle Lan! Why are you here?"

When the monk named Bai saw the young man, he was so surprised that he cried out, then he hurried forward and saluted respectfully.

"Uncle Lan?"

The gray-robed old man and the middle-aged cultivator from Baiqiao Academy were stunned for a moment when they saw a strange young man suddenly appear here. But after hearing the cultivator's name, their faces instantly became solemn.

Looking more closely at the boy's attire - bare feet, pigtails, and golden bracelets on his hands - a legendary senior figure immediately emerged in their minds.

"Juniors Du Hui and Yu Shan'an greet Senior Lan!"

The two were startled and quickly saluted each other respectfully.

"You guys should get up first. I am playing an important game with Junior Brother Hu. If you have anything to say, we can talk after we finish this game."

Although the boy's voice is childish, his tone of voice is very mature, which makes people marvel at his extraordinary talent.

"I will follow your instructions, senior!"

The monk surnamed Bai and the others nodded without hesitation and agreed, then stood quietly by the side, without showing any dissatisfaction or doubt. The long-faced old man who was playing chess with the boy smiled, but he did not speak.

The Qi-refining cultivator next to him, dressed in yellow, had been standing humbly behind the boy since he entered the stone hall, acting as if he were a respectful disciple.

When the young Qi Refining cultivators who followed them in heard that the little boy in front of them, who was only seven or eight years old, was actually respected as "Uncle Master" by the three great masters, they were instantly shocked.

They knew very well the meaning of this name, so they all widened their eyes and stared at the boy closely, feeling extremely excited.

Chen Yun frowned slightly and glanced at the Fire Dragon Boy. It was obvious that the appearance of the Qianhuan Sect had attracted the attention of the three Yunmeng Sects, and they had set up a tight defense line.

However, unfortunately, in the original book, the alcohol liquid was still taken away by them.

No matter they were from the righteous sect or the evil sect, they all tried their best to use the alcohol liquid to save the Xuantian Immortal Vine.

However, their plan ultimately failed because the Xuantian Immortal Vine could not be revived by relying solely on the alcohol solution.

In the end, the Xuantian Immortal Vine helped Han Li.

After the boy and the long-faced old man continued to play chess for nearly a quarter of an hour, the long-faced old man finally gently pushed the chessboard away and said respectfully: "Senior Lan's chess skills are superb. I really can't match him. I am willing to admit defeat!"

Hearing this, the boy showed a hint of joy on his face, but then his black eyes rolled around and he said in a puzzled tone:
"Martial Brother Hu, you are not letting me down on purpose! I told you that you must give it your all when playing chess with me."

"How dare I deceive you, you are better at chess than before."

When the long-faced old man heard this, his expression seemed to become more serious, and he hurriedly explained.

"Haha, I also feel that my chess skills have improved compared to before. It seems that sparring with those chess masters in the secular world has indeed been fruitful."

After hearing this, the boy's smile became even brighter.

"Okay, now put the pieces away. We have important matters to attend to."

The boy suddenly stopped smiling and spoke seriously.

Then, he turned around to face the many monks who had been waiting there for a long time. He blinked his big eyes with distinct black and white a few times and scanned the several Jindan stage monks present one by one.

Finally, it stopped on the face of the scholar in green robe.

"Brother Bai, how many years have you been a member of the Ancient Sword Sect?"

The boy asked leisurely. "It has been more than a hundred years since I entered the sect."

The monk surnamed Bai was stunned and confused when he heard this, but he still answered truthfully.

"Over a hundred years! You've worked so hard."

A look of surprise crossed the boy's face and he sighed softly.

"Uncle Master, what do you mean by this?"

The green-robed scholar's expression changed slightly, but he immediately forced a smile and asked.

"What do you mean? As the favorite disciple of the master of the righteous Haoran Pavilion, you have stayed in our sect for so long. I am afraid that our Ancient Sword Sect can no longer accommodate you."

The boy stared at the scholar and spoke in a cold voice.

When the Confucian scholar surnamed Bai heard the boy's words, his face instantly turned as pale as paper.

The gray-robed old man and the middle-aged monk from Baiqiao Academy at the side showed astonishment in their eyes, and subconsciously stepped back a few steps away from the monk named Bai.

"Friend Bai, may I ask if what Senior Lan said is true?"

The middle-aged monk asked the Confucian scholar named Bai with some suspicion and excitement.

The scholar surnamed Bai was unable to respond for a long time, his face turned red and white, as if he was hesitant.

"Although the Grandmaster has personally investigated and understood my background, even if I deny it, it will probably be in vain. However, I will never sit still and wait for death!"

After some inner struggle, the Confucian scholar finally plucked up the courage and expressed his position firmly.

However, just as he uttered the last word "capture", a dazzling white light suddenly burst out from his body, and he rushed into the team of disciples behind him as fast as an arrow.

Then, he stretched out a white jade-like palm and slapped one of the disciples violently.

This disciple is none other than the black-clothed young man Meng Di who possesses the "Nine Spirit Sword Body"!
"What do you mean?"

The gray-robed old man and the middle-aged monk shouted angrily at the same time, with light flashing on their bodies, obviously preparing to rescue, but it was too late.

Although Meng Di was a little panicked, he did not lose his composure. He immediately waved the sword in his hand, releasing a sharp sword energy, trying to resist the huge palm.

However, due to the huge gap in strength between the two sides, the sword energy failed to cause any damage on the palm, but was instantly suppressed and shattered.

Just as Meng Di was about to fall into the control of the Confucian scholar, the monk surnamed Bai suddenly trembled all over and collapsed to the ground powerlessly.

The palm immediately turned into a ball of crystal clear light and disappeared without a trace.

The young man in black, Meng Di, stood there in a daze, not knowing how to react for a moment.

"Humph! You have practiced our sect's 'Taibai Qi Hand' so exquisitely, which is really admirable. But you may have forgotten that I am not really playing chess here."

The boy rubbed his hands expressionlessly and murmured softly.

Inside the stone hall, except Chen Yun, no one could see clearly how the boy acted and how he subdued the Confucian scholar.

Chen Yun narrowed his eyes, looking at the scholar and the boy who had fallen to the ground, with an intriguing smile on his face.

When the Confucian scholar suddenly attacked, Chen Yun clearly sensed through his spiritual sense that a faint red thread shot out silently from under the boy's feet, and then the thread penetrated the Confucian scholar's body, causing him to fall to the ground instantly.

This light red silk thread contained a faint and chilly aura, and it was actually a silk thread condensed from sword energy.

This seemingly innocent fire dragon boy is actually a swordsman who is good at fighting.

"Brother Hu, please keep him in the Dragon Cave and don't kill him for now. Several of our elders need him for other purposes."

The boy gently twisted his slender neck, turned around and gave instructions to the long-faced old man who was playing chess with him.

The long-faced old man was startled and answered respectfully.

He walked quickly to the Confucian scholar, picked him up, entered through a side door of the stone hall, and disappeared from everyone's sight.

Seeing this scene, Chen Yun's eyes moved and glanced at Du Dong.

He looked calm on the surface, but a closer look revealed that his hands had been clenched into fists unconsciously, and he was obviously very nervous.

Seeing this, Chen Yun raised his lips slightly, revealing a mysterious smile, and then stopped paying attention to this person. (End of this chapter)