Chapter 1628

Staring at the name "Li Nandu" engraved on the stone tablet, it took a long time for Su Yi to withdraw his gaze.

It was getting late, and night fell.

But Su Yi did not delay, he decided to start the twelfth floor of Qingya now.

Meng Xinguan watched Su Yi's figure walk up the mountain road leading to Qingya Peak, and after thinking about it, he turned around and left.

Green Cliff Peak.

On the mountain road, Su Yi walked alone.

In his mind, the scene of his youth in his previous life couldn't help but emerge.

All because, the experience of his youth was like an indelible mark to him who was Wang Ye in his previous life.

And Li Nandu was Wang Ye's first guide on the road of cultivation!

Since the age of seven, Wang Ye has been practicing with Li Nandu, and he has already learned that Li Nandu is from Qingya Academy and once served as the elder of Qingya Academy.

Li Nandu's lifelong ambition was "to help the world". He was stationed at the sixth day for 64,000 years. During this period, he was wounded countless times, killed countless enemies, and died more than once!

But Li Nandu never backed down. He was open-minded, resolute, wise, and ambitious. Under his words and deeds, he had a profound impact on Wang Ye's temperament when he was a teenager.

Until Wang Ye was twenty-seven years old, he entered the depths of the enemy camp alone, fought bloody battles for 30 days, experienced many dangers of life and death, and returned with thousands of bloody heads.

But what greeted him was a shocking news.

On the sixth day, it fell!

Li Nandu's head was hung high above the city wall.

His uncle, Wang Xuanting, was slapped with cramps and executed Ling Chi.

Those comrades who fought side by side with him all turned into withered bones on the ground.

And the murderer is his biological father, a big man in the alien demon camp!

At that time, Wang Ye went crazy and collapsed!

On that day, his father walked down from the highest point of the city wall on the sixth day, stared into his eyes, and cursed blankly:

"Your mother is a bitch, and you are also an unworthy son!"

His father also said: "This time, I will not kill you, I will show you how the world you guard will treat you in the future!"

"If you can't get on, go to me, kneel in front of me and repent, and I'll give you a place to stand!"

After putting down these humiliating and disdainful words, the man led an army of alien demons to leave.

On that day, Wang Ye knelt down on the ground, facing the sixth day, and shed two lines of blood and tears.

Even in the years to come, Wang Ye personally committed suicide into a foreign demon, beheaded his father who had defiled his mother Wang Xuansu, and slaughtered the entire hundred thousand demon army.

Even if Wang Ye later climbs to the top of the immortal way, the sword will overwhelm the world.

But all this could not save Li Nandu's life.

Everything that he experienced when he was young naturally became the regret and pain that could not be erased in Wang Ye's heart.

"Sir, today I came to Qingya Academy, which you used to be proud of all your life, and now, I will take the place of my previous life and end what I promised you."

Su Yi murmured in his heart.

In my mind, a thin old man appeared in a trance, smiled and said to Wang Ye, who was only sixteen years old, "Little guy, you are a student brought out by my Li Nandu. If there is a chance in the future, you must return to our Qingya. Go for a walk in the academy, go to the twelfth floor of the green cliff!"

With that said, the old man patted Wang Ye's shoulder, "A disciple doesn't have to be inferior to a teacher, I believe you can do it!"

At that time, Wang Ye solemnly agreed to this matter!

Regrettably, before Wang Ye could fulfill his promise, Li Nandu was killed, and Wang Ye was regarded as a traitor by the entire immortal world.

Until later, when Wang Ye really stood firm in the fairyland, he was no longer qualified to go to the twelfth floor of Qingya.

While thinking about it, Su Yi has come to the first pavilion.

In the pavilion, there is a desk and slip on which is placed a pen.

This first level is called "Beautiful Pens Produce Flowers", and it tests the cultivation of immortals from the realm of the universe.

The passers-by need to hold the writing brush on the case slip and write a sentence on the wall of the hall with their own cultivation. The content is not limited.

If "flowers grow under the pen", it can attract the resonance of the three major Taoist forbidden formations covered on the wall, and it can be called the unparalleled hero, ranked second.

Attracting the resonance of the four to six major Dao Forbidden Arrays, it can be called a rare genius, ranked first.

Attracting the resonance of the seventh to ninth major Taoist forbidden arrays, it can be called a unique talent that shakes the ancients and shines today, and is listed as a masterpiece.

In the years since ancient times, there have been countless powerhouses who have only passed through the first floor, and there are very few powerhouses who can be ranked first.

And it is rare to see a strong person who can be ranked among the best in thousands of years!

It is worth mentioning that, in order to pass through the twelfth floor of Qingya and let the bell ring twelve times, the score on the first floor must reach the highest grade.

Su Yi is not very interested in the breakthrough results.

He took the brush by himself, came to the wall on the side of the hall, and waved the brush.

hum!

As the pen tip fell, the wall suddenly glowed, blooming a lifelike avenue flower, with petals blooming layer by layer, magnificent and colorful, sacred and bright.

And as Su Yi swiped his brushstrokes to write, one after another the wonderful flowers of the Great Dao bloomed, and the entire hall was illuminated with brilliance.

The blossoming avenues of wonderful flowers represent a layer of forbidden formations on the avenues.

By the time Su Yi was in the middle of writing, nine flowers had bloomed, reaching the top ranks of peerless products. This achievement alone is enough to be regarded as an extraordinary talent!

But it's not over.

The tenth, eleventh, and twelfth beautiful flowers of the Great Dao were born under Su Yi's pen.

Until Su Yi put away the brush in his hand.

On the four walls of the main hall, eighteen wonderful flowers of the Great Dao have been covered in layers, which fit each other and create an indescribable resonance.

One after another, the waterfall-like light rain fell on Su Yi's body, soaking and condensing his cultivation.

In just a few blinks of an eye, all these visions disappeared.

And Su Yi's cultivation level actually improved a little!

Looking at the wall again, a line of golden handwriting is gradually disappearing.

That's a sentence -

"A disciple doesn't have to be inferior to a teacher, it's better to be blue than blue!"

This is not only Su Yi's feeling, but also Li Nandu's expectation for Wang Ye before his death.

Putting down the brush, Su Yi turned and left.

The entire hall on the first floor suddenly returned to its former silence.

But in the dark, a shocked old voice sounded:

"Writing a pen gives birth to a wonderful meaning, and eighteen flowers bloom! What kind of heaven-defying evildoer can this be done?"

Immediately after, another hurried voice with a trembling voice sounded: "It is certain that no one has ever done this step since the construction of the 12th floor of Qingya!"

"Unheard of, unseen!"

"Who is this son? Why have you never seen it? Do you want to check it out now?"

"Don't panic, let's see how far he can go."

"Alright."

The secret voice of discussion soon fell silent.

It's just that the old people who were talking about it didn't know at all. In the previous test, Su Yi didn't fully use his cultivation.

Otherwise, the breakthrough results are destined to be more than that.

In the second-floor pavilion, there are nine ancient bronze cauldrons that are only about a foot high.

This level is called "Power Can Carry the Tripod", and it tests the physical strength of the passers-by.

Every ancient bronze cauldron is an immortal weapon, it seems to be only a few feet tall, but the lightest one is comparable to the weight of a ten thousand zhang immortal mountain!

And the heaviest ancient bronze cauldron is said to be forged by the innate "Essence of Wu Earth".

Not to mention carrying it on your shoulders.

All the passers-by have to do is to choose an ancient bronze cauldron and carry it with the power of the flesh.

When Su Yi arrived, there were many eyes watching secretly.

"You said, will he choose the heaviest ninth tripod?"

"I should give it a try. After all, in the past years, anyone with a bit of courage would go for it."

"Among the passers-by from ancient times to the present, I remember that only 17 people have carried the ninth cauldron in the cosmos cultivation base. Among the seventeen strong people, nine are demon cultivators, such as the descendants of Su Yan, Zhu Yan, and Zhu Yan. The descendants, the descendants of Kui Niu, are all powerful."

"The other eight are either Vajra warriors who can't destroy their golden bodies from Buddhism, or ruthless men who can't destroy the devil's womb."

"The young man in front of him is obviously a sword cultivator. When he was writing on the first floor, his brush strokes were as strong as the sword's scabbard, and you all knew that the physique of the sword cultivator was far inferior to those of the demon cultivators, Buddhism and magic."

"In my opinion, he may be able to pass the test easily this time, but I'm afraid it will be difficult to lift the heaviest ninth tripod."

"Yes, I think so too."

The chatter suddenly stopped, because under those gazes, Su Yi chose the lightest bronze ancient tripod and casually carried it on his shoulders.

Before they could react, Su Yi picked up the second bronze ancient cauldron and put his hands on the first ancient cauldron on his shoulders.

Then, he picked up the third, fourth, and fifth ancient bronze cauldrons one after another, like picking up bricks and stones, and carried them on his shoulders.

From the beginning to the end, it seemed extremely relaxed, like picking a corn in the field and carrying it on the shoulders, without a trace of difficulty.

That scene made the eyes of those in the dark go straight.

Someone had done this before, but never had it been as easy as that young man in green robe.

"Could he still carry the sixth ancient cauldron in a row?"

Someone couldn't help but say.

As soon as the words fell, Su Yi carried the sixth tripod.

"This"

Before people could respond, Su Yi picked up the seventh and eighth ancient cauldrons one after another.

At this point, people were stunned, their eyes widened.

Carrying eight ancient cauldrons in one breath, the terrifying physical power made them almost suspect that they saw a legendary human-shaped real dragon!

If you are seen by the Buddhist monk who can move mountains and reclaim the sea, you will be ashamed and bow your head!

"Under such circumstances, can he still carry the heaviest ninth cauldron together?"

Someone swallowed hard.

As soon as the words came out, he shook his head in denial.

How is this possible?