Ye Qingxuan also saw sweat on his forehead. Hearing the soft "ding", he didn't dare to move again for a long time. After he found that there was nothing unusual, he let go of his hand slightly, click!
The iron pestle slid down, and the exposed part was inserted halfway.
Ye Qingxuan paused again at this moment...
"What's wrong?" Sun Kun said anxiously, "Go on!"
"Which way to twist?" Ye Qingxuan yelled angrily, "Both ends can be twisted, but the wrong side will turn into meat!"
"Damn it!" Sun Kun scratched his head and jumped up and down. When he saw Hua Wanrong, he immediately flew over and shouted: "Big girl, life and death are at stake, don't you know? You don't even have the password to enter the door." I don't know, where do you have the courage to cooperate?"
"I didn't see it in the book..." Hua Wanrong's face was almost crying, and then her expression brightened, she took out a parchment roll from her arms, and stuffed it directly to Sun Kun, "The thing is here Well, see for yourself..."
Sun Kun hurriedly took it over to check it, and sure enough, it was a description of the experience of visiting the Holy Land from beginning to end, but on this parchment, besides the ordinary words, there were also many heat transfers and lines burned on it.
As soon as Sun Kun jumped, he immediately began to study it seriously.
"Hurry up!" Ye Qingxuan looked around in astonishment, and said in a deep voice, "Brother Sun, didn't you notice that the fighting sounds around have stopped? What about the negotiating of these shitty days..."
"Don't make noise!" Sun Kun frowned, studied a peony picture carefully, and breathed, his eyes flashed, and said: "Ye Zi, did you twist it to the left twelve times just now?"
Ye Qingxuan recalled for a while. "Yes. Left, twelve strokes."
"Now reverse to the right, eight strokes!"
"Okay!" Ye Qingxuan replied firmly, raising his hand to twist it.
"Wait!" Hua Wanrong hurriedly called to stop, and asked, "Are you sure? If you're not sure, don't mess around!"
Ye Qingxuan and Sun Kunqi gave her a blank look, and their hands kept going, da da da...
Eight twists to the right!
Click!
There was another sound of unlocking, and the iron pestle finally all slipped out of the slot, leaving only one handle outside.
Everyone was refreshed, and Hua Wanrong was even more cheering...
"What should I do next?" Ye Qingxuan breathed a sigh of relief and continued to ask.
Sun Kun held the parchment scroll, looked it up and down, finally gave a wry smile, and said, "I didn't see it at the last look!"
"What?" Everyone exclaimed.
Sun Kun said with a sad face: "According to the drawing, the number and texture of the peony's petals on the first layer are twelve to the left, and eight petals on the second layer are to the right... But there is no third layer!"
Ye Qingxuan was so angry that he let go and wanted to snatch the parchment!
But the moment his hands loosened slightly...
hum!
The iron pestle suddenly turned slightly by itself, and the entire Shilong's big mouth trembled accordingly!
Everyone turned pale in shock, Sun Kun sat down on the ground, Hua Wanrong disregarded her image, and was so frightened that she said "Oh my god"...
Ye Qingxuan hurriedly grasped the iron rod again, and the slight movement just now disappeared like a dream.
At this moment, a burst of applause came clearly, and everyone turned their heads in shock, but saw that at some point, Shilong was surrounded by magic masters, not to mention the ones lurking in the dark, who were directly facing Ye Qingxuan. There are as many as three hundred people.
The three hundred demon masters were divided into three groups: left, middle, and right. The clapping person was among the crowd on the left, standing alone on a huge rock, personable and handsome, as natural as the sun. Come to the east with light.
No matter when, his smile is so bright and sunny, handsome, humble, and warm, even if you are a beggar, you can be warm and respectful in these eyes.
But no one knew what kind of vicious heart lay beneath this sunny and handsome face.
This is Zhan Donglai.
The special envoy of Sansheng Island, the son of Emperor Qinghua.
Obviously, the many masters on the left are all from Emperor Qinghua's lineage, which is full of people outside the Great Wall and the elites of Sansheng Island. Outside of Yin Jiuyou, several major suzerains are all included.
In the middle position, Hou Ting was the one leading. At this time, his face was livid, and his eyes were viciously sweeping back and forth at Ye Qingxuan and Sun Kun. Beside him were two thin and tall strange people who were as tall as bamboo poles. .
Both of them were dressed in black silk gowns, with white hair and eyebrows, and their complexions were as pale as paper, but their eyes were shining with cold light. It was obvious that the two of them were extremely accomplished internal masters, especially the one who attracted attention. It was a strange conch pinned to their waists.
Ye Qingxuan and the others looked at each other and recognized that these two were masters of the "Zongyuan Gate" who secretly controlled the strange insects.
At this time, under the giant head of the stone dragon, the closest to them is the insect swarm controlled by the "Zongyuanmen" master...
After the sparse applause stopped, Zhan Donglai chuckled, and took the lead in saying, "Congratulations, brother Ye, congratulations, brother Ye. I never thought you'd come this far, and you were able to open the door of the Holy Land. I really admire you."
"It's easy to say, easy to say." Ye Qingxuan smiled indifferently, and said: "You just showed up at this time. Could it be that you are in a hurry to go in... This is the last time, why don't you come up and have a try?"
Zhan Donglai obviously saw the predicament of Ye Qingxuan and others, he laughed and said, "Don't be in a hurry, brother Ye, it's better to have a beginning and an end!"
Hou Ting's face was gloomy, he snorted coldly, and said: "Brother Ye, be careful. You and I are friends, and we haven't had another drink, so don't die here..."
Ye Qingxuan looked sideways and didn't answer, but Sun Kun let out a sarcasm, and said sarcastically: "Just because of your hypocrisy, you are worthy of calling us brothers and sisters?"
Hou Ting's face changed for a while, and finally he forcibly endured it.
woo woo woo...
The Yin brothers on the other side were impatient to wait, and after a burst of howling, the yin and yang uneven tone sounded: "We don't have time here to listen to your reminiscences, this Ye Qingxuan can't enter, You can't retreat, if you don't do it now, when will you wait?"
Zhan Donglai sneered and said, "Brothers from the Yin family can't wait? Okay, you guys go, I'll cheer for you two!"
"Little boy, don't you dare to treat us as brothers?" The Yin brothers snorted coldly, raised their unique weapons, and were about to strike.
The figure flashed, but a ghostly thin figure stood in front of the two brothers, waved a ghost flute with one hand, and smiled sinisterly, but asked the two masters of the Zongyuan gate in the center: "Two gatekeepers, is it as you said, as long as the secret cave is opened, we have fifteen days to search?"
"That's right." Among the two of them, a pair of mournful old men said in a deep voice: "The Holy Gate has an ancestor's precept: on the fifteenth day of the full moon, the secret cave is not closed. As long as it is a master above the Xiantian Realm of my Holy Gate, All of them are eligible to enter the Holy Land to practice. At the beginning, Luo Po was abolished because of the dominance of the enemy, but now we are ordered to guard, so naturally we must follow the ancestral system!"
"Okay!" Youxuan tapped the ghost flute on his palm, and said with a smile: "Since we all have the opportunity to enter, what are we still fighting for? And wait for this brother Ye to open the secret cave, and we will compete in the Holy Land without any difference." Chi. Brother Ye, you continue..."