Since that day, Huang Yan has never seen the figure of the drunkard old man again, the streamer is fleeting, and the three of Huang Yan have been fighting for that meager contribution value, and at the same time they are working hard to improve their strength.

Winter has arrived, flying flowers into the house, green bamboo into Qiong branches, the island gradually floated silver bright snow foam, the whole island seems to be covered with white silk, holy and beautiful.

After Huang Yan and Wang Xiaoyan finished a busy day, they ran towards the residence in thick clothes against the cold wind, walked into the yard, the two shook off the snow on their bodies, and were about to go back to the house to rest, when the door next door suddenly opened, and Lili Lamp, who was wearing a tiger's head and a small velvet hat on her head, poked out a small head from the crack in the door, looked at the two and said.

"Wang Xiaoyan, Huangyan, you're back!We have a stove here, come over and warm up, this ghost weather is too cold~"

Wang Xiaoyan and Huang Yan were also shivering from the cold now, and when they heard that there was a stove, they hurriedly entered Lili's room.

As soon as he entered the door, a warm air hit, and the biting chill was suddenly dispelled a little, and a delicate small brazier was placed in the center of the room, which was burning with a fiery red charcoal fire.

The room of the two girls was clean and tidy, with a faint fragrance, Wang Xiaoyan sniffed vigorously as soon as he entered the door, and then said with an intoxicated face.

"Eh, it's the first time I've come to your room for so long, it's so fragrant~"

The Lily lamp, which closed the door, gave Wang Xiaoyan a roll of the eyes, and then brought two stools and two cups of hot tea to the two.

Huang Yan thanked him for the hot tea, and Wang Xiaoyan took a sip of the hot tea and asked Lily Deng and Meng Qi.

"Not long ago, I heard that the two of you have reached the twentieth level? You are cultivating so fast~ Have you obtained the second-order spiritual skill?"

Meng Qi returned to her cold appearance, and Lily Lamp rubbed her little red hand back.

"Of course, Sister Mengqi and I are much more powerful than yours~"

Although Lily Lantern is young but talented, she has cultivated to level twenty in just a few months, but because her Nian Ling Xiaobai does not have any attack power, it is obviously impossible to hunt powerful magical beasts, so Lily Lantern finally hunted an elephant trunk butterfly.

The elephant trunk butterfly is an ordinary second-order magical beast, and its wings can spread a powder that makes people fall asleep, so the second-order spiritual skill obtained by Lily Lantern is sleep.

This spiritual skill seems to be powerful, but in actual combat, if the opponent's strength is far greater than Lily Lantern or the spiritual power is very strong, it is highly resistant, if Lily Lantern uses this spiritual skill against Huang Yan, it is basically ineffective, and the strength of the Demon Venerable's soul is enough to make Huang Yan immune to this kind of spiritual skill.

As for Meng Qi, he has already reached the twenty-second level, and Meng Qi's spirit and strength are very strong, so Meng Qi hunted a third-order ice lion in the Dark Forest.

The ice lion can cover the outside of the body with a layer of hard ice as armor, this kind of defense ability is an invincible existence among the third-order demonic beasts, and the second-order spiritual skill obtained by Meng Qi is also an ice protector, this spiritual skill makes Meng Qi a veritable ice beauty.

After listening to Lily Deng's narration, Wang Xiaoyan was full of envy, now he is only level eighteen, and he is already two people behind in level, of course, Huang Yan was automatically excluded by Wang Xiaoyan, because Wang Xiaoyan knew that Huang Yan's strength could not be measured by rank, and the tragic situation of the Three Treasures was the best proof.

Lily Lamp, who was drinking water with a dry mouth just now, put down the teacup and asked excitedly.

"It's December now, and I heard that the selection contest for the Fourth House is about to start!

"Oops, your news is too backward~ How could I not know about such a big thing? Registration has begun~ I have already signed up for all four of us"

Wang Xiaoyan replied proudly.

Hearing that Wang Xiaoyan had signed up for all four of them, and the other three were stunned, Meng Qixiu frowned slightly, staring at Wang Xiaoyan with cold eyes and asking.

"You decided for me without my consent?"

Feeling the anger of Mengqi's cold shop, Wang Xiaoyan said curtly.

"The Four Palaces Selection Contest is only once a year, and we are here to enhance our strength, anyway, we are all going to enter the Four Palaces in the future, this time we will try it and prepare for the next time~"

Meng Qi wanted to say something, and Lily on the side said weakly.

"I guess it's hopeless, my little white shouldn't be able to beat others. ”

Huang Yan was also frowning slightly at the moment, at present, the only members he had met in the Fourth Palace were Fang Jun and Lin Feng, but these two people left a bad impression on him, so he was not interested in entering the Fourth Palace.

Looking at the appearance of the three of them, Wang Xiaoyan suddenly foamed at the mouth of his three-inch tongue, and the three of them were dizzy, and finally the three of them agreed in a daze.

Back in the room between the two, Wang Xiaoyan was estimated to be too tired recently, so he fell asleep when he fell into bed, while Huang Yan sat on the edge of the bed and prepared to cultivate the Heaven Swallowing Decision.

Now that Huang Yan's cultivation has reached the double peak, according to the level of this world, it is about twenty levels, but Huang Yan is not in a hurry to break through at the moment, and his cultivation is more important than a solid foundation, so that he can go higher in the future.

Huang Yan stretched out his right hand to summon fate to hold in his hand, suppressed the divine light of fate, and brought it to his eyes, his left hand gently stroked the broken blade, feeling the breath of fate, Huang Yan was full of emotion in his heart.

When I came to this new continent without dying, everything was so unfamiliar, and the only thing I was familiar with was fate.

Huang Yan, who was in a trance, accidentally cut his finger by the broken blade, and a drop of red blood slowly slipped down the blade, Huang Yan looked at the drop of blood, and smiled faintly, although the sword was broken, the sharpness of the blade was still the same as before.

Just as Huang Yan was about to take back his fate, suddenly his own drop of blood was slowly sucked into the sword, and the broken fate trembled slightly, under Huang Yan's shocked gaze, the eyes of the coiling dragon at the hilt of the sword actually lit up, as if he had come to life, raised the dragon's head and stared at Huang Yan.

Huang Yan looked at the dragon's head at the hilt of the sword in surprise, and a voice suddenly came from his mind.

"I'll go, I'm finally awake~"

The sudden sound startled Huang Yan, and Huang Yan looked around vigilantly and wondered.

"Who's pretending to be a god, come out for me"

However, there was nothing suspicious around except for Wang Xiaoyan's snoring, and after half a sound, the voice in Huang Yan's mind sounded again.

"Damn~ You've used me for tens of thousands of years, and you still don't know who I am?"

Hearing this, Huang Yan's heart moved, his eyes fell on the broken fate in his hand, and he said with divine thoughts.

"You are the sword spirit of fate? impossible, why didn't I find out that there was a sword spirit in my last life?"

"Big brother, when you got me in your last life, you were already honored, have you shed blood after that? My awakening is to be opened with the blood of the host!"

Huang Yan was also stunned, thinking about it carefully, in the previous life, he was named Demon Venerable, and he had already stood at the peak of the Great Dao, and he wanted to bleed, it was estimated that only eight Divine Venerables could do it together, thinking of this, Huang Yan suddenly said a little embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, it seems that I really didn't shed blood at that time, since you are a sword spirit, do you know how to repair your fate?"

"Yes, as long as you have the materials, you can fix it!"

"What materials do you need?"

When Huang Yan heard that the sword spirit actually had a way to repair his fate, his heart was suddenly surging, but the words behind the spirit were like a basin of ice water splashed out.

"I don't know~"

"What do you mean I don't know?"

"It's the first time I've come to this continent, how do I know what's in this world~"

Sword Spirit's words made Huang Yan angry and the six gods jumped straight, and just as Huang Yan was about to continue asking, Sword Spirit suddenly said.

"Okay, I have to go to sleep, I don't think I'll wake up until the sword body is repaired, but don't worry, if you come across a material that can repair your fate, I'll give you a hint, bye-bye, don't miss me too much~"

"Hey, hey, wait"

It's a pity that no matter how Huang Yan tried, the sword spirit didn't react, Huang Yan had to take his fate back, and the unexpected awakening of the sword spirit gave Huang Yan a glimmer of hope for repairing his fate, and it seemed that he could only take one step at a time, and then Huang Yan concentrated and started a night of cultivation.