Everyone cheered for Mo Ran, and Wan Qing'er stood on the high platform, her pupils staring at the aqua blue luster pill in front of Mo Ran, her eyes splitting.

"Innate level, ink dyeing, you hide deep enough, this matter, you must tell Lord Venerable."

Wan Qing'er's black pupils flashed with a bewitching red light, her fingers clenched into fists, and her heart was unwilling to rush to her cheeks with anger, and her face was flushed.

This world has never been fair.

"What's wrong with Qing'er, why is her face so red?"

Wan Lian looked sideways at Wan Qing'er and found that her face was flushed and trembling, and she couldn't help but be a little worried.

"My daughter is fine, it's just that it's a little hot and I can't stand it."

Wan Qing'er smiled reluctantly, fanning her wrist and pretending.

"Then let's go and rest early, tomorrow's competition won't be delayed."

Wan Qian waved her hand and motioned for Wan Qing'er to go back to rest. Wan Qing'er blessed her body and left.

On the test table, Mo Ran clearly saw Wan Qing'er's every move, hooked his lips and smiled.

"Today's alchemy competition is over, please go back and rest, tomorrow the magic competition will be held, I hope you will arrive on time."

The sound of the sky resounded in the martial arts arena, and the gathered crowd began to disperse gradually.

"Dye'er, are you okay?"

Jun Chenyuan looked at the ink dye that was gradually walking in, and handed out his palm with a smile.

"It's all right, just a little tired."

Mo Ran shook Jun Chenyuan's big palm and smiled brightly.

"Ink dye, congratulations."

"That's it, dye, you're really hidden."

Lan Luoyi took Wu Shengyue's words and continued, watching his ink-dyed eyes shine with a flash and turn into a fan.

"It's okay, just luck."

Mo Ran smiled and rubbed Lan Roy's hair and shook his head.

"Don't be humble about ink dyeing, this luck is not for everyone."

Yu Yanhao walked to Mo Ran's side, with a congratulatory smile, he had never really understood Mo Ran, and he did lose to Jun Chenyuan in this regard. Yu Yanhao's eyes looked at Jun Chenyuan's handsome face, and his eyes were full of complexity.

Jun Chenyuan naturally felt Yu Yanhao's gaze, but unfortunately, Yu Yanhao did not have the qualifications worthy of his vigilance, because their gap was too big.

"Okay, the ink dye must be tired, let's go back."

Xia Muyao took Lan Luoyi's little hand and proposed.

"Okay."

Mo Ran nodded, and was led by Jun Chenyuan to leave first.

Several people looked at the backs of the two of them and joked.

"You say, ink dyeing is so good, if I compete, is there a chance?"

Yan Yan touched his chin and said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"Brother Yan, just think about it, if you hear it, I don't know how you died."

Lan Luoyi hurriedly shook his head, thinking of the terrifying aura occasionally emanating from Jun Chenyuan's body, he hurriedly shuddered, and he didn't know how Mo Dye adapted.

Yan Yan dared to come up with this idea, I was afraid that he would die a miserable death.

"Agreed."

Wu Shengyue, who was paralyzed, nodded firmly, quite agreeing with Lan Luoyi's words, he was a person who was extremely sensitive to danger, and from the time he saw Jun Chenyuan, he knew that Jun Chenyuan was not an ordinary person, and he couldn't be provoked.

"Hahahaha, just kidding, why are you so dignified, isn't it, Your Highness Yan Hao."

Yan Yan listened to their words, and also felt that it made sense, for the sake of his own life, he still didn't see Mo Ran as a woman, and he was a brother, brother.

After thinking about it, he also patted Yu Yanhao's shoulder to show firmness.

"yes."

Yu Yanhao smiled and replied casually, he still didn't want to give up, after all, if he missed it, it would be a lifetime, and he didn't want to regret it.

"You guys..."

Xia Muyao looked at the jokes of her friends, shook her head helplessly, and scolded with a smile.

A group of people behind him were playing and making trouble, and Mo Ran and Jun Chenyuan were walking in front of them holding hands, and the atmosphere was warm.

"The little kid dares to rob me of the dye?"

Jun Chenyuan naturally heard the frolicking sound behind him, and pinched his ink-dyed palm with some taste.

"Chen Yuan is like this, but it's so cute."

Mo Ran smiled, looking at Jun Chenyuan like this, it was really rare.

"Ink Dye believes that Jun Chenyuan is a lifetime, Chenyuan should not be without confidence."

"It's nature."

Jun Chenyuan held his head high, quite arrogant.

The group returned to Xuanshui Residence, said hello and went back to rest, and after Mo Ran explained, they went to find Xuanxi.

"Teacher, I'm worried about you."

Mo Ran knocked on the door and bent down towards Xuanxi.

"Silly boy, hurry up, you gave us a big surprise, I can't be happy, you said that you, this child, have become an innate level alchemist silently, and I'm afraid that this teacher has nothing to give you, except for this experience."

Xuan Xi shook his head, his student was talented and intelligent, and he didn't have much to teach, so he was happy and a little gloomy.

"Teacher, what ink dye knows, and the book knowledge he gets, are all brought to him by the teacher, and ink dye is grateful to the teacher, and the teacher should not be sad."

"You kid, the two-day competition is also laborious, girl, go and rest, remember to be careful in tomorrow's competition, ranking is important, but it is not as good as your safety, can the girl understand?"

Xuan Xi pulled the ink-stained palm and rubbed it carefully, and worry flashed in his eyes.

"Liu Qianxue from the outer continent, there seem to be some treasures on her body to cover her strength, my god and demon pupil can't see clearly, but it seems to be at the monarch level."

"Monarch level?"

Ink Dye frowned, this time it seemed that he was a little underestimated.

"Girl, be careful, the dean instructed, remember to wear the soft armor of the moon order, it can protect your meridians."

"Teacher, I understand, I'll be careful."

Ink Dye nodded, and left.

After this toss, the sky gradually darkened, and Mo Ran looked at the time, it seemed that it was time to make an appointment with someone, and the yellow figure that appeared in Mo Ran's mind.

A pair of pale golden eyes are as clear as crystals immersed in water, but the corners of the eyes are slightly raised, and they look charming. The pure pupils and the bewitching eyes are wonderfully blended into a very beautiful style, and the thin lips are as light as water.

At the end of the competition, the whisper in the ear of the purple search.

"At the time of the unitary, the Shengqi Forest teleportation array will see you."

Ink-stained black eyes crossed the contemplation, this girl did not seem to be hostile, and she did not know what to do.

Mo Dye changed into a comfortable lilac shirt and left Lan Ze Academy.

The teleportation halo left Lan Ze Academy, landed in the Shengqi Forest, and gradually disappeared.

When Mo Ran opened his eyes, he saw the familiar yellow figure not far away, Yan Zixun was still wearing a topaz orange shirt, his skin was brighter than snow, his eyes were like a pool of clear water, like a pearl halo, beautiful jade was shining, and there was a faint indifferent breath between his eyebrows.

Compared with the cold indifference of ink dyeing, Yan Zixun's indifference is like that ethereal and quiet atmosphere, and there is a feeling of not eating fireworks.

"I don't know what Miss Yan is looking for ink dyeing?"

The long black-dyed seaweed-like hair was casually draped behind him, and he was wearing a lilac shirt with narrow sleeves, and the placket and cuffs were embroidered with silver silk threads.

"Ink dye, you're very powerful, and you have an appetite for me."

Yan Zixun's warm voice sounded, but it was very straightforward.

Mo Ran didn't expect her to be so straightforward, and was slightly stunned.

"Miss Yan seems to be familiar with me." Ink Dye raised an eyebrow at her.

"Just call me by your name, I am indeed very familiar with you, two years ago, you were still a well-known waste straw bale in the Yuhuang Dynasty, but a year later, you enrolled in Lanze Academy as a new genius, and then became famous in a fight, and then disappeared for a year. Now, you're back, with the strength of the late monarch and the identity of a fifth-line summoner, an innate level alchemist.

No one has changed so dramatically in two years, let alone from a waste who knows nothing to a peerless genius, so I'm curious, you, what you've been through. ”

Yan Zixun's pale golden eyes flashed, full of exploration of ink dyeing.

"Who the hell are you?"

The ink-dyed eyes were instantly sharp, and the fiery red spiritual power was condensed in the palms of his hands, ready to attack.

"You don't have to be so vigilant, I have no ill intentions, and besides, you can't beat me."

Yan Zixun smiled lightly, and found a good place to sit down at random, and with a light tap of his fingers, the surrounding enchantment was covered. Ink Dye sensed that he seemed to have lost contact with the elemental forces around him, and was unable to use any magic.

Seeing that the ink dye seemed to calm down, he put away the enchantment, and the magic of the ink dye gradually recovered.

"You, what's the purpose?"

Mo Ran withdrew his hand and simply sat beside Yan Zixun, knowing everything about himself so well, he was afraid that he had been paying attention to himself for a long time.

"It's nothing, it's just curious, how can a person from the inner continent have such a powerful power."

Yan Zixun turned his head and looked at Mo Dye with a smile in his eyes.

"It's just luck."

Ink dye spreads his hands, this is really nothing to say, do you want to talk to her about soul crossing? That person must think that there is something wrong with their brain.

"That's it, I just wanted to tell you, be careful of Liu Qianxue."

Yan Zixun brushed the hem of her skirt and stood up.

"Why are you telling me this?" Mo Ran looked at Yan Zixun with some doubts.

"I said I had a lot of interest in you, do you believe it? Ink dyeing, the ability you have has never been seen before, maybe in the future, I still need your help, ink dyeing, you have to come to the outer continent smoothly, I look forward to meeting you again, and, be careful. ”

Yan Zixun smiled lightly at Mo Ran and left.

Mo Ran looked at the back of Yan Zixun leaving, his eyes were faint, this person really did not have the slightest hostility, but he explored himself clearly, such strength, but did not participate in the magic competition, Yan Zixun, should have come to the inner continent to find her.

Mo Dye thought for a long time, and after a long time, when the sky darkened, Mo Dye stood up and moved his muscles and bones.

Now it seems that things are becoming more and more complicated, all kinds of things are intertwined, making people confused, phantoms, Wanying Dynasty, outer continents, words Zixun.

This kind of feeling of being out of control is unpleasant, but unfortunately the strength is not enough, and it can only be like this for the time being, Mo Ran clenched his fists and returned to Lan Ze Academy.

Wan Qing'er hid in the corner of Lan Ze Academy's teleportation array, watching the teleportation halo that fell in the academy gradually disappear, and walked out of the ink-stained figure, her scarlet eyes glowing with suspicion.

"It's not too early, what is Mo Dye doing when he leaves the academy? It's just that it's important to see the Venerable God. ”

Wan Qing'er walked to a dark corner, trembled, Mo Elegy's dark soul burst out, and Wan Qing'er's body fell to the ground.

Mo Elegy glanced at it and vanished.

In the dimly lit hall, blood-red candles shimmered faintly.

"Lord Venerable God, that ink dye is actually an innate level alchemist."

Mo Elegy knelt in the center, respectfully reporting to the black figure on the high seat.

The figure showed its pale arms and tapped its chin with its index finger, as if thinking about something.

"Got it, go down, tomorrow's competition, you know what to do." An ethereal voice sounded again.

"Ge'er understands."

The corners of the mouth under the brim of the ink elegy hooked a cruel arc, and the scarlet eyes shone with a crazy and treacherous light.