Chapter 1217

In the people's uneasy and uneasy state of mind, time seems to pass quickly, an hour is gone.

In this period of time, there is nothing different outside.

It's still the three people, pacing back and forth, saying a few words from time to time. What they can say is nothing to do with Wuxiangjing.

Compared with the people's slightly nervous mood, Tang Feng was calm and his eyes were very calm.

In this atmosphere, all of a sudden, everyone felt that it was dark in front of them, and then it was bright again.

Just in a moment, in the courtyard outside the room, there were many footsteps.

Everyone's eyes were immediately focused on the "screen" that could see the scene of the room.

If you look carefully, you can see clearly that the room is now full of lights. On the walls around you, there are orderly lamps, which are all lit up now.

It was for this reason that the eyes of all the people lit up.

But what about that gloomy moment?

Tang Feng saw that everyone was puzzled. Without waiting for them to ask questions, he said leisurely, "it's time for the hidden array. The candle has gone out."

The candle went out, and almost at the same time, the lights in the room lit up.

This time is just right.

Before people had a chance to express their sighs, a group of people came into the hall.

People's eyes are attracted by these people.

There were more than a dozen people coming in. The first one was an old man who looked up to him in his seventies. However, this man of practice could see his real age simply by his appearance.

The old man has white hair and beard. His white hair is tied in a bun on his head and pinned on a wooden hairpin. He is thin and wears a loose white robe. When he walks, he looks very elegant. His pace is steady. Just a few steps, he has come to the front of the mirror.

This old man with a certain sense of immortality and antiquity is undoubtedly the patriarch of these people.

Looking at him, he didn't look like a man who was obsessed with evil. His face and eyes were calm.

However, it is true that people can't judge their appearance. No matter what kind of clan they are inside, they are always open and aboveboard in front of people. However, what they look like behind the scenes is another matter.

Behind the patriarch, the dozen people with different ages and appearances, from middle-aged people in their thirties to old people like him, were all men.

These people, too, are all wearing a bun, a wooden hairpin, and white robes. The difference between them and the old man is that they wear a belt around their waist. Some are white, some are black, some are Tibetan blue, and some are dark red.

At a glance, the colors of these belts are interlaced, which makes people feel dazzled.

In the same clan, it's no surprise that the same costumes are the same. In Shangguan's clan and Rong Guocheng's Dragon and tiger clan, the disciples are all dressed up in the same color. However, the different colors of the belt make it look a bit of a sect.

Lin Mengjia looked at it with a look of surprise and said, "is it the same as judo and Taekwondo in this sect? Is it because of the color of the belt

Other people didn't think much about it. They couldn't help looking at it when they heard her saying so.

Zixuan wanted to see what realm these people were, but at a glance, none of them could see the depth of cultivation. She could only feel that everyone was higher than her, not a little bit.

Zixuan took a deep breath, her heart became a little heavy in an instant, and then she couldn't help looking at Tang Feng.

When people saw Zixuan's appearance, they immediately knew that she was a little nervous. At the moment, they were worried.

It seems that Zixuan did not have the ability to fight in front of these people.

Tang Feng just smile, said: "the color of the belt is not on behalf of their realm, but the inheritance and generation."

As he spoke, Tang Feng pointed to the old man who was close behind the patriarch and was wearing a white belt around his waist. He said, "he is the same generation as the patriarch. He is his elder martial brother or younger martial brother. He is the only one present. The belt around his waist is white."

When they looked at the past, they could not help nodding.

If it is true, among the various colored belts, this white is the only one.

Although the old man with a white belt is just as thin, he seems to be in good spirits and his eyes are bright. The outline of the muscles on his arm can be seen from the lines on his sleeve.

"Both of them are nine layers of refining gas."

Tang Feng added another light sentence.

"Nine layers of refining gas?" Zixuan could not help exclaiming.

Tang Feng nodded his head calmly, raised his chin, motioned to the people behind him, and said, "these people behind are their disciples. Different colors of the belts mean different teachers."

As the patriarch stood in front of the mirror, the old man with the white belt stood beside him, and the other disciples also stopped three meters behind them.

Tang Feng pointed to the first few people and said, "these people in the front row are all above the eighth floor of gas refining. The more they are behind, the lower their realm is. But the lowest is also the sixth floor of gas refining."

He said that these people, no matter which realm they are, all have different colors of belts. But it also confirms his words that the color of belts has nothing to do with the realm.

"Their realm is so high." Zixuan murmured, her face even paler.

At the beginning, when she just entered the world, she still felt that she was quite extraordinary. Now, it seems that there are people outside the world.

There are so many masters hidden in this secluded sect. Even her own master may not be an opponent. It's ridiculous that she thought how powerful she was and how few people could fight with her in the world.

Even after meeting the mysterious people in Xijing and even after Tang Feng, Zixuan felt that they were just a strange number, which didn't mean anything.

It's not surprising that there are so many people in China, and there are one or two people who are better than her.

But when she saw more than a dozen monks on the sixth floor of gas refining, she was shocked with a cold sweat.

It turns out that there are so many people who are stronger than themselves.

All self righteous, just because of the world to see too little just.