Five years have passed in a flash.

  The wind swept and the sunlight fell through the gaps in the clouds.

  In five years, Bai Xi successfully stepped into the realm of enlightenment.

  It's not a god speed, but it's a leader among her peers, besides, she's only sixteen or seventeen years old now, and the future is promising.

  During the five years, Fu Jingyan was basically damaged because of the freezing of his cultivation, and the two rarely saw each other.

  And Qingxian figured out his feelings for Xiao Yiyi, so he intentionally or unintentionally avoided Xiao Yiyi, but in the end, he still suppressed that affection in his heart and decided to protect her and care for her innocence and loveliness.

  Therefore, the relationship between Bai Xi and Qingxian is also estranged a lot, occasionally Qingxian will come to see and care about a few words, but within a few hours, he will hurry away, but Zhengsong will come from time to time, every time he is a stinky face, and he refuses to go.

  Bai Xi almost wondered if he was sick in the brain.

  While disgusted with the simplicity of the baby's house, he came to visit from time to time.

  Tsk, a classic example of duplicity.

  On this day, Zheng Song put on a face and entered the courtyard with a big hand.

  Bai Xi was sitting on a stool to calm the aura in her body, and when she saw him coming, her face was pale and she didn't want to see him: "Why are you here again?" ”

  Zhengsong's face froze, and then sat down opposite her very naturally: "Can't I come?" Little junior sister? ”

  Bai Xi: "I can't. ”

  She muttered, then bent the corners of her eyes again, and said with a smile, "Of course you can." ”

  Zheng Song suddenly sneered: "You think I am willing to come here, if it weren't for seeing Qingxian being lost by Xiao Yiyi, seeing you staying alone in the yard, blame the pitiful, I would have come to accompany you to relieve your boredom." ”

  The little girl glanced at him and muttered, "I don't need it." ”

  As if he hadn't heard, Zhengsong slowly took an apple on the stone table and began to nibble on it.

  The young man looked delicate, the green shirt on his body lined him like a pine and cypress, he turned around, the curvature of the corners of his mouth was slightly raised, the expression of disdain that had been disdainful changed, and his eyebrows softened.

  "By the way, isn't there a secret realm about trials in Xianmen?" The girl suddenly spoke, she got up, frowning slightly: "I remember just these days, are you going?" ”

  The trial secret realm of Xianmen, Zheng Song has stayed in Xianmen for more than ten years, so he naturally knows.

  The secret realm is opened in the specified time, there are many dangers in it, and at the same time there are all kinds of magic weapons that people can sacrifice their lives for, it has been rumored that it is difficult for people who enter the secret realm to come out, and they will die directly if they are not careful, but they can come out and become a generation of grandmasters, not only for cultivation, but also for the magic weapon to be first-class.

  And once the secret realm is opened, it is up to the disciple to enter voluntarily, and there is no limit.

  Zheng Song was stunned for a moment, opened the folding fan in his hand, and frowned: "I'm not going." When the words fell, he seemed to think of something: "You want to go?" ”

  The little girl blinked, a little puzzled by his shock: "Why can't I go?" ”

  Zheng was stunned for a moment, concealed his inner thoughts, and sneered: "You have just built a foundation, do you still have the life to come back?" ”

  He was used to mocking, and the little girl snorted coldly: "So the reason you didn't go was because you were afraid of death?" ”

  was smoking, and he snorted without smiling: "I am self-aware, you are simply going to die." ”

  His current cultivation is in the fourfold foundation building, and among his peers, he can only be regarded as neither high nor low, and when he goes to the secret realm, no one knows what will happen.