Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 267 Old Man
The person performing the sacrifice was replaced by Zhou Leng instead of Zhao Nandi.

There was no ancient men's clothing. Zhou Leng wore normal camouflage uniform and stood in front of the table reciting prayers.

After completing the six steps, everyone knelt on the ground.

It was quiet and nothing happened.

An irrepressible sense of frustration permeated the crowd.

Many people knelt there in a daze.

In order to get in here, many people's families owed favors to others, spent huge sums of money, and paid a huge price.

He was even willing to die in the Guhe Trial, but who knew that it would be a waste of time and he couldn't even start the trial.

Rao Mingxing looked at Zhou Leng's back and smiled slightly.

He had not taken Zhou Leng seriously before and was planning to embarrass Zhou Leng in the research institute.

As a result, he learned that Zhou Leng and Zhao Nandi, an expert in divine writing, were inseparable, so he decided to wait a little longer.

After entering the Guhe Sect, he prepared to take action again.

As a result, not just one expert on Divine Text was inseparable from Zhou Leng, but all the experts on Divine Text and Mr. Song and others were inseparable from Zhou Leng.

He decided to wait.

When he discovered that Zhou Leng was the presiding priest, he became very alert. If Zhou Leng succeeded in being the presiding priest, his influence would definitely increase greatly.

Now he is very happy with the result.

Zhou Leng stood in front, bent slightly, and looked straight at the inscription on the bronze furnace.

Direct pronunciation cannot be done.

However, it is still possible if you pronounce it with your mind.

After thinking for a moment, Zhou Leng tried to pronounce and recite the eight sacred texts with his mind.

Eight rotating sacred texts appear in your mind. Use your mind to recite these eight sacred texts.

The moment the eight sacred texts were transmitted through his mind, the copper furnace made a slight sound.

The inscription above started lighting up one by one, faster and faster, starting from the first eight words.

After a while, the inscriptions all lit up and made a strange sound of copper and iron knocking.

The sound of copper and iron striking contained a strange power, and everyone felt dizzy and nauseous.

Some people with weaker willpower felt their eyes go dark and they fainted.

Zhou Leng seemed to hear the sound of nature.

This is the music of chaos and the sound contains the power of divine text.

I had been tested by the Music of Chaos God in the dwarven ruins before.

In an instant, Zhou Leng's mind became clear and everything in front of him became bright.

A strange bell sounded in the Transmission Hall.

The sound of the bell spread out of this space, at a speed faster than light, and transmitted into the distance in a strange force field, farther and farther.

A transparent little old man walked out of the water film gate of the Transmission Hall.

He looks a bit like an old man with a high, protruding forehead, sparse white hair on both sides, and an unusually large head.

He was wearing a white Chinese robe with cloud and water patterns all over it, and holding a dragon-headed cane in his hand.

One meter tall, two meter cane.

The old man glanced at the people in strange costumes in front of the copper furnace, glanced at Zhao Nandie, and finally looked at Zhou Leng.

"Who are you?" The old man spoke in standard divine language.

The sacred text is an extremely special language. If you don’t understand it, it will become a chaotic and chaotic music.

Everyone present, except Zhou Leng, heard a chaotic buzzing sound, like a group of giant bees flying and bumping into each other, then falling all over the ground.

Zhou Leng reluctantly used the divine text of his mind to answer: "I am a trial-taker. I came here to become Gu He's disciple and learn Gu He's magical skills."

But after listening to this, the old man looked up at the sky, stood there for a long time, and sighed deeply.

The old man didn't say anything. Except for Zhou Leng who was standing, everyone else knelt obediently.

After a long time, the old man slowly said: "I am Master Wu of the Guhe Sect, and I am in charge of the Guhe inheritance. Now that things have come to this, there is no need to say more. My Guhe Sect has been passed down for millions of years, and we do not accept all disciples. I will first teach you a basic method, and only those who have mastered it can continue."

Except for Zhou Leng, everyone had a frown on their face.

Because what they heard was an extremely chaotic sound, so chaotic that it caused tinnitus.

Even the experts in divine writing had their faces wrinkled into a ball.

They can read some of the sacred texts, but they really can’t understand the words.

The old man's voice transmission is different from that of the Heavenly Stage.

The Heavenly Grade Sound Transmission not only has divine texts, but also translations, so it can greatly improve Zhou Leng's divine text level.

These experts in divine writing were like people who had learned English characters for a year but had not learned pronunciation or even heard English. They were sent directly to the Eagle Alliance podium to listen to the person there giving a speech while gesticulating with his hands.

Everything is black in front of me.

Zhou Leng understood half of it and guessed the other half.

The little old man was walking in the square with a cane, talking to himself.

"The Star-Concentrating Technique is a method of refining Qi and absorbing the body created by the ancient sages of our Ancient River Sect after millions of years of contemplating the movement of the stars."

"The general outline of this technique consists of twelve divine texts. It is exquisite and profound, far beyond ordinary techniques."

"Next, I will recite the outline of the Twelve Divine Texts..."

The others' heads were buzzing after hearing this.

No matter if they are experts in divine writing or top students in Yunhua, no matter if they have amazing comprehension or are physically strong, they are all equal in front of the language of higher civilization.

Only Zhou Leng used all his strength and barely condensed four shaky divine texts in his mind.

"To explore the extreme of the sky, one can gather thousands of stars; to explore the extreme of man, one can transform and evolve into life; to explore the extreme of qi, one can create and nurture the body..."

As for the last eight, I dare not even think about them. If I think about them, the first four may collapse.

Zhou Leng knew that he could not digest too much, so he kept recalling the first four divine texts in his mind.

Thanks to my persistence in learning the divine text under the ancient frost tree over the years, and using the dumbest rote memorization method, it actually came in handy today. After the old man finished reciting the general outline, he continued to recite the following exercises.

The others continued to feel dizzy, and Zhou Leng just kept memorizing the first four words of "The Secret of the Stars".

After the old man finished reciting, he glanced at everyone and said, "I have finished reciting, you should practice with all your heart. Next, I will test your learning progress. Those who are capable will be rewarded, and those who are not will be punished, so as to prevent you from cheating and tarnishing the ancient river sect's treasure book."

After the old man finished speaking, he sat on the ground, took out a wine gourd from his hand, tilted his head back and took a few big gulps.

"what……"

He wiped his mouth and looked into the distance with a dim gaze.

The little old man has a big forehead, a thin body, and looks lonely.

Zhou Leng was afraid of forgetting those four words, so he kept memorizing them.

This time, not only the text but also the pronunciation had to be recorded, which was more than ten times more difficult than before.

The rest of the people knelt on the ground, staring at each other, like a group of little mice, constantly turning their heads to look at each other.

The experts on divine writing were also panicked. Who was this person? Why did he start talking so much right away? We couldn't understand anything he said.

After this, will I still be regarded as an expert on divine writing in everyone's eyes?
Zhao Nandi looked at Zhou Leng's back, feeling relieved and confused.

Sure enough, it took effect last week when it was cold.

She secretly looked at Song Juesi and found that the old man had his head down, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a long while, the experts on divine writing began to discuss in low voices.

“Who understands?”

"No."

"I guess the mysterious master is confused. After all, it's impossible for anyone to understand what's going on with all the bangs."

"I suspect we're going to be in trouble this time. I felt that the old man's last few words were very harsh."

"I don't feel good either."

"What should I do?"

"What should we do? We are experts in divine writing. We came here to study divine writing. As for what the old... immortal said, what does it have to do with us? We don't understand it. Let's continue studying divine writing."

"It seems to make sense..."

Everyone was listening to the conversation between the experts on divine writing, feeling both amused and helpless.

I thought the experts on divine writing were just speaking in anger, but the more I listened, the more something seemed wrong.

They actually couldn't understand what the old immortal was saying at all and gave up on deciphering it.

In other words, they simply don't have the ability to decipher it.

The experts on divine writing nag for half an hour and then officially give up.

The trial participants wailed and discussed countermeasures.

Rao Mingxing woke up slowly. He touched his swollen head, asked about the situation, and sighed.

Zhou Leng's sacrifice was successful.

Just wait.

Zhou Leng stood there motionless, with his head slightly lowered.

Zhao Nandi hesitated for a long time and walked to where Zhang Xinglie and Song Lao were.

They were also having heated discussions.

Zhao Nandi glanced at Song Juesi and said, "Zhou Leng should be thinking of a solution. Let's work together and each of us express our opinions, starting with Elder Song."

At first, Song Juesi didn't understand what Zhou Lengrang meant by impersonating his identity, but in the past few days he has slowly come to realize that he was being misunderstood as a master of divine writing.

Seeing Zhou Leng standing there like a boss who didn't care about anything, he could only sigh and said, "If it's just an ordinary divine text, I can still figure it out, but when it comes to the pronunciation of divine text, I can't do anything. For example, when I try to learn the pronunciation of the latest divine text, my tongue seems to be stuck in my mouth and I can't pronounce it at all."

"Is there really no hope?" Rao Mingxian asked.

Song Juesi glanced at Zhou Leng and said thoughtfully, "Based on my experience, the pronunciation of the divine text this time is not a test of divine text knowledge, but comprehension and luck. Zhou Leng, this little guy, may not be as good as an expert in divine text, but his comprehension and luck are far above everyone else. In addition, he is the only one who is proficient in divine text among those who entered the Heavenly Stage battlefield. He still remembers the divine text and pronunciation of the Heavenly Stage, so he may gain something."

Rao Mingxian whispered: "I have also been to the Heavenly Stage Battlefield."

"Do you know the sacred text?" Li Yuanhe asked.

Rao Mingxian stopped talking.

Zhao Nandi said, "What Elder Song said makes sense. Zhou Leng's sudden completion of the sacrifice may have something to do with this place!"

Li Yuanhe said: "The last time we entered the Ancient River Illusion, Zhou Leng and Tyrannical Blood both became registered disciples. Maybe the old immortal gave him some special treatment."

"Yes! It is impossible for a great old immortal from the Ancient River Sect to turn a blind eye to a registered disciple."

Everyone looked at Zhou Leng, their eyes full of anticipation.

Song Juesi sent what he had just said to Zhou Leng and told him not to reveal the truth.

Zhou Leng stood there for a full half hour, and the four divine texts in the divine text outline finally settled down in his mind.

All you have to do next is keep reviewing.

Zhou Leng breathed a sigh of relief and turned around.

The others were talking about their own things, while Zhao Nandi and the others all looked over with expectant looks on their faces.

Song Juesi hurriedly pointed at the magic watch.

After Zhou Leng finished reading the message from Song Juesi on the magic watch, he looked at Song Juesi again and said he understood.

Zhou Leng thought about it slowly, walked to Zhao Nandi, and whispered: "Sister Nandi, call the divine text experts to hold an important meeting."

Zhao Nandi's eyes lit up and he said, "Let's go."

Zhou Leng and the experts walked to a distance and formed a circle.

All the experts looked at Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng said: "I said a few days ago that when I was escorting the Guhe Jade Tablet, I accidentally entered the Guhe Illusionary Realm and accidentally became a disciple of the Guhe Sect. Do you remember?"

Everyone nodded.

(End of this chapter)