Treasure identifying Golden Eyes

3stood on the Heaven Stairway and couldn't help but hesitate. Climbing the eighth flight of Heaven Stairway, his gains were great, especially under the situation just now where he experienced from the Qi Drawing Realm to the fourth level of Dao Combination Stage. He had even experienced thunder tribulation.    1

    

The Heaven Climbing Ladder made his heart of the way even more determined. Yang Bo originally thought that soaring through the skies was an illusion, but now it seemed like everything wasn't as simple as he saw it to be!    

    

Yang Bo suddenly remembered the poem outside the door, "Traversing along the two peaks of the valley, there is a deity who has come to form an agreement. "If you want to know the wonders of the Heavenly Passage, you will find a river flowing by itself."    

    

Combining with the Blessed Paradise that Chu Tianhsing mentioned, Yang Bo turned around and looked at the Senior Jin, and then looked behind him.    

    

Yang Bo couldn't help but look at the Monk Fa Xuan again. Whether or not he was going to the Blessed Paradise didn't have much to do with the Monk Fa Xuan, so why did Fa Xuan say that?    

    

Seeing Yang Bo's hesitation, Chu Tianhsing continued, "Yang Bo, you must think carefully, once you reach the Blessed Paradise, there will be branches of sects. You are a wandering cultivator here, and once you reach the Blessed Paradise, you will not live past three days without anyone to protect you!"    

    

"Elder Brother Bo, don't listen to his nonsense. If we really have reached the Blessed Paradise, come with me!" Yue Junyao said.    

    

"Follow you?" Chu Tianhsing glanced at Yue Junyao, "Are you bringing him to the Emei?"    

    

Yue Junyao immediately stared, "Chu Tianhsing! You! Search! "Of course!"    

    

Seeing Yue Junyao's expression, Chu Tianhsing was momentarily surprised, but he quickly quipped: "I'm not causing trouble, I'm just telling him some common sense!"    

    

Yue Junyao scoffed, as she looked at Yang Bo, "Elder Brother Bo, you can go up to the ninth floor, but after careful consideration, as long as you can reach the top, you can go to the Blessed Paradise. There is no limit to the number of people, but if there are less than three people, you will need to be selected from the six of us!"    

    

Yang Bo was startled, he looked at Monk Fa Xuan, then at the little baldy at his side, and immediately understood, the reason why Monk Fa Xuan advised him like this, was to let the buddhist disciples occupy one of the seats!    

    

"If I reach the top, can I choose not to?" Yang Bo suddenly asked.    

    

Yue Junyao looked at Yang Bo and could not help but frown. She opened her mouth, but did not say anything in the end.    

    

The Senior Jin nodded his head, "After entering the Blessed Paradise, the majority will be voluntary!"    

    

Yang Bo did not speak further, he turned and walked out.    

    

Yang Bo raised his head and looked at the scene in front of him. He was immediately stunned, because he saw that the surroundings were filled with people, and he was at the sacrificial altar.    

    

Yang Bo was slightly startled. He lowered his head and saw himself dressed in a white daoist robe, holding a horsetail whisk in his hand. He appeared to be floating like a celestial being, and in front of him was a sacrificial table filled with fruits, pigs' heads, and steamed buns.    

    

"Please bestow rain upon me, immortal elder. Save my people in water and fire!" A middle-aged official knelt in front of Yang Bo and said loudly.    

    

The blazing sun was as hot as fire, the entire ground was roasting and releasing hot steam, there was not even a breath of wind, wearing the daoist robe, Yang Bo did not feel any heat at all, he looked down at the stage, the people below the stage were kowtowing, they were pious to the extreme.    

    

Could it be that he was going to use a Dao technique?    

    

Yang Bo was slightly startled, he knew that at this time, he had no other way besides using the Wind And Rain Calling Arts.    

    

Yang Bo looked at the official, "Go on, I am going to cast my spell!"    

    

Seeing the official carefully step down the altar, Yang Bo felt that it was not very real, but more like he was acting in a drama. Just by looking at his surroundings, there were no Camera s, Yang Bo knew that this show would continue on.    

    

Yang Bo flung the horsetail whisk in his hand, activated the spirit energy in his body and started to display it in the air.    

    

In the past, Yang Bo only used the Wind And Rain Calling Arts secretly, and did not dare to let others know. This was the first time he used this technique in front of tens of thousands of people.    

    

This was not the first time that Yang Bo used a Dao technique, and could even be considered proficient in it. As long as he drew a Dao talisman in the air, he could cast it, but in front of the crowd, Yang Bo had no choice but to expand his movements a bit.    

    

Just as he was about to cast it, Yang Bo's movements could not help but pause, because he felt that the Spirit Qi in this world was extremely easy to move, he had only drawn a few Dao talismans, and immediately felt a strong gale blow by, causing the people below the stage to pause for a moment, and stare at Yang Bo.    

    

The strong wind blew at his robes, his clothes flapping in the wind, making Yang Bo appear more like an immortal. His hands continued to move, the wind became stronger and stronger, the sky gradually darkened, and everyone below the stage cried out in alarm!    

    

After Yang Bo finished drawing the last stroke, he kept the horsetail whisk back, and then, he felt bean-sized droplets of rain dripping down.    

    

The raindrops grew bigger and bigger, more concentrated, finally pouring down!    

    

At this time, no one below the stage ran away to avoid the rain. Everyone raised their heads in surprise.    

    

"It's raining, it's really raining!"    

    

"This is great, thank you for saving me!" "Many thanks, Immortal!"    

    

"Thank you, Immortal!"    

    

Everyone present kneeled down once again, all of them towards Yang Bo's direction. With the rain pouring down on them, their bodies were all drenched, and no one cared about them at all.    

    

As Yang Bo stood on the stage, he felt the respect from tens of thousands of people, and could not help but be happy, suddenly, Yang Bo's mind was struck by a strange power, and felt that it was entering his dantian, only that this power was not fused with his spirit energy.    

    

Yang Bo was shocked, and didn't know how to dispel the strange energy for a moment.    

    

Just then, the official walked over with his men. He was drenched, and when he saw that Yang Bo was unaffected by the rain, he couldn't help but admire him.    

    

The follower who was standing behind the official held a tray, and in the pouring rain, he could not even open his eyes. The official bowed deeply towards Yang Bo, and said loudly: "Immortal, this is a gift from us, please accept it!"    

    

Yang Bo glanced at the tray, and the official immediately took off the red cloth, explaining, "There are some common items, I hope the immortal does not dislike them!"    

    

Yang Bo didn't have much of a concept towards silver, but such a silver tray must be worth a lot of money. He glanced over and was just about to reject it, since the good person had already been made, then it would be a little higher!    

    

However, Yang Bo was immediately stumped for words and came back to his senses. He reached for a small silver ingot on the tray, took it, and waved his hand: "That's enough!"    

    

The official originally thought that Yang Bo would reject or accept it, but he never expected that Yang Bo would only take out a small piece of silver ingot.    

    

Yang Bo did not wait for the official to react and shouted, "Break!"    

    

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