When Jing Ye woke up, he found himself lying in a man's arms, and he could hear his powerful heartbeat, and when he looked up, wasn't this the frivolous man he was last night?

It seemed that he was still asleep, which made Jingye look at his sleeping face even more boldly. With delicate facial features and smooth skin, Jing Ye gently touched it with his hand, like a peeled egg. But what she liked most was his eyes, smiling, gentle as water.

The man felt that the person in his arms had woken up, and when he opened his eyes, Jing Ye's chubby little face was reflected in the dark green eyes.

"Awake?" the man pulled out his right hand and brushed the broken hair on Jing Ye's forehead.

"Hmm. Jingye nodded.

The man sat up, held Jing Ye in his arms, and with a wave of his hand, a small wooden table appeared in front of Jing Ye with exquisite food.

Jingye obediently sat in the man's arms.

"Come and try this. The man picked up a piece of pastry and handed it to Jingye.

"It's delicious!" Jing Ye tasted it, and the pastry melted in his mouth, with a faint floral fragrance.

The man handed Jing Ye another piece, looked at her greedy appearance dotingly, and when Jing Ye was thirsty, he handed over a glass of water and gently wiped the food crumbs from his mouth with his fingertips.

After eating, Jing Ye felt a warm current in his body moisturizing the meridians, and the man looked at Jing Ye and nodded with a smile.

"Thank you, Fan Demon. Jing Ye thanked the man.

"Fan demon, it's also up to you to come out. My name is Pavilion Patrol, remember. The pavilion patrol didn't know where the fan came from, and knocked on Jingye's head.

"Then call you Brother Fan?" Jing Ye tilted his head and looked at the pavilion patrol.

"Whatever you like. His eyes were still full of spoiling, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

"By the way, I have something to do today. Jing Ye remembered something, got out of the gazebo patrol, and jumped out of bed.

"Let's change our clothes. With a wave of the pavilion paper fan, a set of clothes fell into Jing Ye's hands.

The pale orange-red color of the long gauze skirt is wefted, and the jacket is a rose-red brocade jacket, and the corners are sewn with snow-white rabbit fluff. She has long fine black hair, draped over her shoulders, her white skin is tinged with a faint red, her big eyes flash as if she can speak, and her small red lips purse like a seductive cherry.

The gazebo walked behind Jing Ye, took out a wooden comb, and skillfully managed Jing Ye's long hair. Three thousand green silk rolled up a loose cloud bun and inserted a hosta diagonally.

"Are you alright?" Jing Ye asked weakly.

"Alright, let's go. The sun that has not been seen for a long time shines on the gazebo patrol's face, outlining his delicate facial features, and smiling slightly, like a spring breeze.

As the training ground in the center of the Jing family got closer and closer, there were more and more voices secretly discussing, why did Jing Ye, who had no cultivation, come here?

In the Jing family's cultivation ground, the Jing family's disciples were waiting for the elder's test, and several disciples surrounded a girl like the moon, about fifteen, wearing light green shirts, showing off their newly acquired treasures.

"Isn't this Jingye?" it turned out to be yesterday's girl in the yellow dress.

"Do you recognize me?" Jing Ye tilted his head to look at her.

"It's really forgetful. The girl's hand changed, and the orange flame appeared, "It's freezing this day, I'll help you keep warm." ”

As he spoke, the flame in his hand was about to leave his palm and rush away, but it was fixed in his hand by a gust of wind and could not be controlled.

"Jing Chengcheng, the test is about to begin. Jing Zelin said.

"So what?" Jing Chengcheng exerted his strength, and the flames in his hand rose sharply, and he would soon be able to break through the confinement.

Jing Zelin grabbed Jing Chengcheng's wrist and said something in her ear, Jing Chengcheng's face turned on the side, as if he was scrupling about something, his fingers were closed, and the fire was extinguished.

Secretly, the killing intent in the gazebo patrol's eyes flashed.

"Silence. "Next to the Trial Stone stood an old man with a short, stiff mustache, a pair of brown eyes sunken into their sockets, and a long set of unkempt gray hair.

The old man held a jade scroll in his hand, and opened it up and down with both hands, "The test of Qinglin's trip begins, a total of four rings, you can go to the ring on your own to be the champion, win five games in a row, and automatically enter the list of Qinglin's trip, and if you defeat more than five consecutive wins, you can also directly enter the list, limited to the first fifty people, inedible drugs are temporarily improved, once found, it is forbidden to enter Qinglin Mountain." ”

The strong voice blessed its own mana and resounded throughout the venue.

As soon as the words fell, I saw Jing Chengcheng stepping into the No. 1 ring.

"Jing Chengcheng, disciple of the Jing family, please give me advice. Jing Chengcheng has long hair and a shawl, is dressed in white, and has a gold belt tied in his hair, which is a bit fairy.

Immediately after that, the rest of the ring also stood up, and the two men and two women occupied the ring.

"Jing Jiangyang, disciple of the Jing family, please teach your brothers and sisters. "Tall and graceful, dressed in ice-blue fine silk, embroidered with snow-white trim with elegant bamboo leaf patterns, and with a sword hanging from his waist.

"Jing Jianhai, disciple of the Jing family, please give me advice. Wearing plain clothes, thin grease powder on the face, eyebrows and corners of the eyes, all of them are spring, and a pair of watery eyes seem to be dripping water, as if smiling but not smiling.

"Jing Le, disciple of the Jing family, please teach your brothers and sisters. "A pair of black and dense hair is pulled up high by a golden crown, and under a pair of sword eyebrows is a pair of slender peach blossom eyes, full of affection, which makes people fall into it if they are not careful.

There was not much time, and the games started one after another, Jing Ye looked at the No. 1 ring, Jing Chengcheng was fighting against a strong young man with an axe.

There was no extra dialogue, the young man's axe slashed, it was crooked, and the axe fell heavily in the ring to grab it, and I saw the ground shake.

The boy's attacks kept coming, there were no gaps, but the accuracy was not high, and Jing Chengcheng kept dodging, and seemed to be at a disadvantage.

"Fire go. Jing Chengcheng pinched the trick in his hand, and a beam of flame flew to the young man.

It didn't seem to have much impact on the young man, the axe was still wielded vigorously, and the corners of Jing Chengcheng's mouth rose slightly.

"Flameburst. Jing Chengcheng summoned another ball of flames, and quickly flew to the young man's body, and with a loud bang, the flames soared.

"I throw in the towel. "There is still a little spark on the boy's body that is glowing slightly, and the flame explosion directly takes away part of his power, and the spark may also be ignited again.

"Only brute force, no brains. The gazebo watched from a tree.

Other rings were also won.

Jing Jiangyang's swordsmanship has changed a lot, dazzling, a sword stabbed out several sword flowers, the speed is so fast, when he reacts, there is no way back.

Jing Spy Sea is proficient in illusion and creates illusions, even if he knows that it is an illusion, but there is no way to crack it, and in the end he can only admit defeat.

Jing Le also uses a sword, but unlike Jing Jiangyang, it is not speed, but mana is injected into the sword body, and when he sees the opportunity, he will directly hit the sword.

Jing Jiangyang's speed was the fastest, and in just one hour, he won five victories.

"In Xia Jing Zelin, please advise. Jing Zelin walked directly in front of Jing Jiangyang, who had just won five consecutive victories.

Jing Jiangyang smiled faintly and made a gesture of please.

"Then you're welcome. Jing Zelin flashed in front of Jing Jiangyang, the first punch passed by, his foot braked the car on the ground, turned around quickly, the second punch hit the chest, was dodged, and the next attack was easily dodged by Jing Jiangyang.

Jing Jiangyang had a confident smile on his face, this person was just a person who came to send a winning streak.

Suddenly, Jing Jiangyang's expression changed, hmm, what's the matter? The action slowed down, this wind direction, he can also spell!

Jing Zelin suddenly jumped away, and icicles appeared on the ground, trapping Jing Jiangyang in it.

"I lost. The hand was trapped and he couldn't use the sword, so Jing Jiangyang had to admit defeat.

"Icicle ice attribute is rare, but it's a pity that there are few people with this attribute, and the cultivation laws left by the predecessors are relatively pitiful, so it's up to him to create it. The old man muttered to himself.

Jing Chengcheng, Jing Spyhai, and Jing Le all chose to retire from the ring after completing their winning streak, and the continuous battles made people collapse.

In the following games, there were also several disciples who won five consecutive victories, and Jing Zelin also won five consecutive victories.

"You, come up. Jing Zelin pointed at Jing Ye and told her to go to the ring.

Jing Ye slid into the ring and prepared for battle.

"I throw in the towel. Jing Zelin's words were amazing, and he got out of the ring directly after speaking.

Jing Ye looked confused, since he had already obtained the qualification, there was no need to continue the game, and walked off the ring in a hurry.

"Elder, I have an opinion, Jing Ye didn't compete, he won directly, obviously Jing Zelin released water. Jing Chengcheng protested.

Jing Zelin admits defeat, so naturally Jing Ye wins. The old man snorted haha.

"But..."Jing Chengcheng seemed to say something.

"Are you questioning me, or are you questioning the rules set by the four major families?" The old man's sharp gaze turned to Jing Chengcheng, which questioned the reputation of the four major families, and she couldn't afford it.

Knowing that it was boring, Jing Chengcheng shut up.

The game continued, and the hundreds of people did not finish the game until dusk, and the roster was announced.

Jing Ye looked for his name on the top fifty list, and finally saw his name in the middle, Jing Chengcheng and Jing Zelin were also on the list, Jing Zelin actually squeezed into the top ten, although it was the last few, but it was the phoenix tail.

"Please the disciples on the list, get ready, in ten days, gather, go to Qinglin Mountain, don't come if you don't want to come, stay in the house and sleep by yourself." After the old man had finished speaking, he went away on his own.

"Let's go back. The gazebo patrol patted Jing Ye's head.

"Okay, I'm so sleepy. Keiye yawned.

The Pavilion Patrol picked up Jing Ye, Jing Ye found a comfortable position and fell asleep.

Walking around the pavilion, he felt the aura of several cultivators behind him, and his dark green eyes flashed with an awe-inspiring heroic aura.

Three men appeared, looking ahead at the empty road with a puzzled expression.

"Why are the people?" Jing Chengcheng said, obviously a little displeased.

"I just saw it, Jingye is going. A short boy replied.

"Forget it, let's go back, when you enter the Qinglin Mountain, are you still afraid that you won't be able to touch it?" Jing Chengcheng waved his hand, signaling that he could go back.

"Where is this?!" Jing Chengcheng walked for a long time and found himself walking to a forest.

There was a rustling sound in the grass.

"What person?!" Jing Chengcheng looked vigilant, pinched the trick in his hand, and the flames were ready to go out in his hand.

A gust of wind blew, and the fire in Jing Chengcheng's hand was extinguished.

Jing Chengcheng was stunned, a little scared, and a cold sweat broke out on his body.

A wind blade struck, brushed Jing Chengcheng's ear, cut off a strand of hair, and then countless wind blades struck, Jing Chengcheng dodged in embarrassment, the clothes on his body were torn in several places, revealing snow-white skin, the pain was real, but there was no blood.

The pavilion patrolled in the dark, carefully looking at Jing Ye's lovely sleeping face, as if everything Jing Chengcheng was experiencing had nothing to do with him.

Jing Ye shrank in the gazebo patrol's arms, and the cloud-like sorrow between his eyebrows and eyes. The small mouth pouted, and let out a soft call.