He walked to the stone platform and stretched out his hand towards Xiao Rou.
Xiao Rou hesitated for a moment, then came down from the stone platform and handed both Jade Slip into his hands. The real one was warm to the touch, and the swastika print was slightly hot in the palm of his hand.
Qin Tiexin took a look and found that it was indeed the original Jade Slip, and it was no worse than my own.
However, Qin Tiexin did not read it, but directly returned it to Xiao Rou, raising his chin in the direction of the stone wall. "Take your things yourself. Go and open the door."
Xiao Rou nodded, held Jade Slip tightly, and walked quickly to the stone wall.
Qin Tiexin followed her. The two of them pressed Jade Slip into the gap one after another. The two formation light doors lit up at the same time, and they opened them one after the other.
"Let's go." Qin Tiexin said.
He stepped into the light door, followed closely by Xiao Rou. The light door closed behind him, blocking out the discussions in the room and those complicated eyes.
Before Qin Tiexin's heels could settle down, there was already a dense sound of metal clashing in his ears, mixed with the muffled sound of Spiritual Qi.
His first reaction was that he had been ambushed. Although he was not aware of the murderous intention, he still subconsciously raised Edgeless, and Qi Gang instantly covered his body. When his vision adjusted and there was no attack coming, he realized that the sound was not coming towards him.
Looking around, Qin Tiexin realized that the two of them had arrived on the third floor.
The third floor is much larger than the second floor, only slightly smaller than the main hall on the first floor, but far less complete than the first two floors.
The battle a thousand years ago caused the upper three floors to completely collapse, and the third floor was also affected. The formation mask and sky light were directly exposed above the head. The pale golden barrier hung in the air, and through it, the gray sky could be seen.
Looking around, there were large areas of ruins, broken columns and broken bricks piled up into undulating earth slopes. Only the place where he was standing at the moment was relatively flat.
In the center of the third floor, a piece of ground about four to five feet wide protrudes, forming a regular octagon, which is the most eye-catching.
A yellow-white light mask was placed upside down on it, and the light was flowing. It seemed to be another formation. The distance was too far, and Qin Tiexin couldn't see what was inside clearly.
Not far outside the mask, two figures were fighting each other, and the previous sound came from there.
About twenty people had gathered in the open space. When Qin Tiexin came up, a few people turned their heads and glanced, then quickly turned back. Most people were still staring at the battle in the center.
Qin Tiexin glanced around. There were about ten people in monk robes among the crowd, divided into three camps, each occupying a place. The rest were scattered around, sitting and standing, all focusing on the central battle situation.
There is also a familiar face that Qin Tiexin has long expected - Xiao Yan.
She was still wearing the dark blue corset dress, with her long hair neatly tied on top of her head, and a thin sword hanging from her waist. She was followed by three monks, standing in a triangular position, guarding her in the center. Those monks were of high cultivation, and they were all at Foundation Establishment Late Stage.
Xiao Yan glanced over and saw the tall Qin Tiexin first.
Qin Tiexin is now very different from "Mingjue" after adjustments. Whether it is clothing or appearance, they are two completely different people. What's more, Qin Tiexin is currently "ambitious", while Mingjue has no right arm.
There was only a hint of familiarity in her heart, but she didn't recognize it after all.
Her eyes moved back and fell behind Qin Tiexin. Xiao Rou was desperately shrinking behind him, trying to hide herself in his tall figure, but she was still caught by Xiao Yan.
A complex look flashed across Xiao Yan's face. He was startled for a moment, and then showed surprise.
"Xiao Rou?" She took half a step forward, as if to confirm. The voice was not loud, but it was like thunder in Xiao Rou's ears.
This maid actually survived the mouth of that Void Spirit Python!
"Come here." Xiao Yan shouted in the direction of Xiao Rou.
Qin Tiexin didn't stop him and took half a step to the side, wanting to see how Xiao Rou would react.
Xiao Rou lowered his head, shrank behind Qin Tiexin, and did not move.
Xiao Yan's face changed, and his voice became sharp. "I asked you to come over, didn't you hear me?"
Xiao Rou still didn't move. He wrung his hands in front of him, his knuckles turned white, and he mustered up his courage and said, "Miss...Xiao Rou wants to follow the young master."
Xiao Yan's chest rose and fell violently, and a layer of red appeared on her delicate face. She couldn't tell whether it was anger or anger. She stared at Qin Tiexin, her eyes as cold as knives. "Who are you?"
"Liu Qing, Rogue Cultivator." Qin Tiexin looked calm.
Xiao Yan sneered and looked him up and down, "Rogue Cultivator? What a Rogue Cultivator. When will it be the turn of outsiders to abduct my Xiao Household maid?"
"I saved her life. It's up to me whether she stays or not. This fellow Daoist seems to be a bit more lenient." Qin Tiexin's tone was calm, and Xiao Yan choked up with one sentence. Xiao Yan was so angry that his chest couldn't help heaving. He put his hand on the hilt of his sword. He was about to step forward to argue, but was stopped by three monks to persuade him.
Qin Tiexin still doesn't know Xiao Rou's true purpose of approaching him, but even if she wants to return to Xiao Yan, he will not let her go easily.
But now is not the time to get entangled. As soon as he stepped onto the third floor, the feeling related to the broken arm suddenly became clear and pointed directly at the center of the formation. Qin Tiexin followed everyone's gaze and looked again.
In the central open space, two figures were fighting fiercely, and the sound of metal collision was clear and harsh.
Qin Tiexin had just met Qin Tiexin not long ago. It was the physical practitioner of the Peak of the Qi and Blood Realm. He danced with two short halberds like a tiger, and the sound of breaking the wind made Qin Tiexin feel a little palpitated. This person's strength was probably close to 100,000 kilograms, if not more.
Strictly speaking, the other party is not a person, but a "puppet".
That puppet is different from ordinary puppets. It does not have those complicated parts and structures. On the contrary, its appearance is the same as that of a human being. It is about seven feet tall and its entire body is made of some kind of dark golden metal. It has both hands and arms. Even the expression on its head is lifelike. Its movements are fierce, and every punch brings roaring wind pressure.
It seemed that he had been beaten for a while, and the puppet was covered in scars.
At this moment, the physical cultivator suddenly bullied his body. His two halberds deflected the punch from the puppet, and the other halberd struck down with a sound that broke through the air, directly cutting the puppet in half.
The upper and lower body fell to the ground, and golden light flashed at the fracture. Immediately afterwards, a yellow-white array of light poured out from the fracture, wrapping the remaining body and retreating quickly towards the edge of the stone platform.
What surprised Qin Tiexin even more was that in just a few breaths, the puppet's upper and lower bodies quickly closed together, and the wounds all over its body recovered in the blink of an eye, and it stood on the edge of the formation again, while the people next to it seemed to be accustomed to it.
Qin Tiexin Only then could he see clearly that there were several identical golden puppets beside the puppet, arranged in a circle around the edge of the formation, with golden light flowing all over their bodies. Their feet were connected to the formation patterns on the ground, and once they were crushed, they would retreat into the formation base and quickly recover.
This is...Return-to-True Spirit Metal? Qin Tiexin's pupils shrank, and an inexplicable feeling of familiarity surged in his heart.
The body cultivator put away his short halberd and shouted to a young man not far away, "I can take charge of one in one stick of incense."
The young man nodded, confirmed with him for a few words, and then walked towards Qin Tiexin.
He was about in his early twenties, with an aura of nobility, and his robes were of a higher grade than those worn by Xiao Yan. There was a coiled dragon jade pendant hanging around his waist. Two Half-Step Golden Core guards, one on the left and one on the right, protected him in the middle with a calm aura.
Walking in front of Qin Tiexin, he smiled slightly, cupped his hands and said, "Chen Chen. If these two fellow Daoists can reach the third floor, they must have good eyesight. This Eighteen Bronze Men Formation is the last line of defense for the third floor. If you two are interested, why not study together for details."
The surname is Chen. A person from the royal family.