“It hurts…”

Ling Yunpo woke up and found that there was no wound on his chest.

"Ah, the Sword Master is awake." The Thunder Sword fell from the sky and landed beside him, saying, "Just now His Majesty Qingping was arguing with His Majesty Jing."

Ling Yun was silent for a moment, decided to ignore its strange names for Qing Ping Sword and Kun Lun Mirror, and asked:

"How long have I been unconscious?"

"Not long, maybe a quarter of an hour or so."

Just as Lei Zhijian was about to flatter him, he saw Qing Pingjian flying over from a distance, also stopping in front of him, and said with a smile:

"You are awake, Master Sword Master."

"Where is this?" Ling Yunpo looked around and found that he seemed not to be in the towering attic, but in some kind of dungeon.

The surroundings are no longer light-transmitting wooden window frames, but airtight stone walls that converge at the top to form a slightly pointed cap.

There was a thin layer of water on the ground, which almost reached the edge of the soles of his boots. In addition, the back of his robe was soaked, probably because he had just been lying on the ground.

And the worst part is, there is no way to leave this place.

"I don't know." Qing Ping Sword replied, "After you were defeated, you were immediately teleported here. Before that, Yao Yao didn't give any hints."

"I've said it many times, I can't possibly watch every possible future of his." Kunlun Jing said helplessly, "Unless he encounters an unavoidable fate of death...but he's not dead!"

"'Being trapped' is also a form of 'not dead'." Qing Ping Sword sneered, "If the Sword Master and I were trapped in a secret place forever, you wouldn't be able to predict it in advance, right?"

"I'm not omnipotent!" Kunlun Jing said angrily, "Besides, wasn't it because you didn't give him any hints that he failed in the sword duel just now?"

"The opponent has used such a shady trick of turning two swords into three swords. It is impossible to defeat him. What's the point of giving him a hint?" Qingping Sword retorted.

"Alright, alright! Stop arguing!" Ling Yunpo interrupted the bickering between the mirror and the sword. "It's meaningless to find out who is responsible! I'm the victim in the end anyway... How should I deal with this dilemma now?"

"According to the spatial fluctuations, you should be in another space in the Baiyujing Secret Realm." Kunlun Mirror comforted him, "Maybe you triggered a restriction similar to the failure of the trial."

"No." Qing Ping Jian corrected, "This restriction has been triggered since you stepped into the attic."

"Don't forget, the guy you're facing is much stronger than the one your senior sister is facing!"

"It's hard not to admit this." Ling Yunpo said angrily with a gloomy face, "So why on earth would this damn Baiyujing Secret Realm target me so much?"

Kunlun Mirror and Qingping Sword both began to think.

"Is there a possibility?" Qing Ping Jian guessed, "It's because your strength is weaker than your senior sister..."

"No, next one." Ling Yunpo interrupted it and said firmly.

"I personally think it's just the opposite." Kunlun Mirror analyzed, "At present, it seems that this secret realm is for swordsmanship trials, so any adjustment and change to the difficulty of the trial cannot be separated from the strength of the trial-taker itself."

"The reason why your opponent is stronger than Senior Sister An, could it be because the Secret Realm judged your strength to be much higher than that of your Senior Sister?"

"That makes some sense." Ling Yun said, breaking his confusion, "But in terms of swordsmanship alone, I am not much better than Senior Sister."

"Swordsmanship is certainly a consideration, but the rank of the sword itself is not easy to ignore." Kunlun Jing said.

"You might as well just say my name." Qing Ping Jian said angrily.

"I didn't say that." Kunlun Mirror replied with a chuckle.

Hmm? Ling Yunpo heard Ah Jing's implication, saying that this secret realm was targeting him so much, maybe it was related to the Qingping Sword?

He paced around again and found that there was indeed no passage in the wall.

Ling Yunpo, who was unwilling to give up, kept knocking here and there with the Qingping Sword, and finally found that the echo of a certain part of the wall was different - it seemed to be hollow at the back.

Then he sneered, retreated to a distance, and recited the spell:

"The sound resounds through the three realms, the Taiyi divine thunder breaks!"

A colorless and transparent lightning flashed out from his hand. It was the Taiyi Thunder that was powerful enough to "move mountains and fill the sea". It directly hit the opposite wall. Immediately, smoke and dust rose up, bricks and stones flew everywhere, and the whole building was shaking wildly.

When everything settled, Ling Yunpo saw that the opposite wall had almost completely disappeared, revealing the passage behind it.

Cautiously entering the passage, he looked around carefully and suddenly heard the female voice again saying:

"Shushan Lingyunpo, who possesses the natural talent of sword bone, hereby opens the special trial of 'Fujue Mountain'."

Lingyunpo: ...

It turns out that the restriction discovered my extraordinary talent and threw me here alone!

After confirming that it was not directed at him maliciously, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Anyway, since this is also a part of the trial and not a trap, I will just go ahead and explore.

Ling Yunpo walked straight through the corridor and entered the second closed room, where he saw a figure suddenly appear in front of him.

Compared to the previous figure in the mist, the figure here is obviously more solid. The other person's appearance and features can be seen clearly. He is an old man with thin cheeks, wearing a linen Taoist robe, a high hat and an iron hairpin, with gray hair and beard. He has a serious expression and said coldly:

"I am Zhu Ling, and I would like to ask Sword Bone Master for your guidance."

He bowed and saluted, Ling Yunpo quickly returned the greeting:

"Please enlighten me."

The two men bowed to each other, then activated the magic swords in their hands and suddenly collided with each other in the air!

…

Outside Fujue Mountain, among the Five Cities, An Zhisu’s pupils suddenly shrank when he saw Ling Yunpo being pierced through the chest by a long sword and suddenly disappearing from the spot.

She stood there for a moment, then suddenly raised her hand and slashed the Feiyan Sword at the light curtain in front of her with all her strength.

Was rebounded back.

Obviously, each pavilion is a test. Once a test has been passed, the test-taker is not allowed to set foot in the test again.

But why would Junior Brother...

Forcing himself to calm down, An Zhisu felt as if his blood had frozen into ice. All the thoughts in his heart sank, leaving no emotion but pure rationality.

Firstly, judging from the mechanisms of most secret realms, if the trial-taker is really killed inside, the body will usually not be teleported away on the spot, which would be a waste of time.

Secondly, this secret realm is most likely a trial-type one, that is, it is designed to train the abilities of the trial-takers. Therefore, the monks who fail the trial will most likely be teleported out of the secret realm rather than being killed.

It is also very simple to verify. Just pass all the levels and you will know when you finally get out!

Thinking of this, An Zhisu immediately turned around and walked forward without looking back.

Passing through the suspended corridor again, she soon arrived at the second pavilion, and heard a female voice saying:

"An Zhisu from Shushan challenges the second floor of Baiyujing. A sword enemy will be generated based on your cultivation level."

Before the fog in front of him condensed into a human shape, An Zhisu rushed in front of him at high speed on his sword. The Feiyan Sword in his hand was blazing with flames and shining with brilliant light, and he chopped down in front of him like a mountain pressing down on his head!

The misty figure only had time to draw out its long sword and hastily block upwards. The cold sword under An Zhisu's feet suddenly bounced up and pierced its chest directly.

Countless ice crystals froze the mist. An Zhisu grabbed the hilt of the cold sword with his backhand and pulled it hard to the side, cutting the human figure in half cleanly!