The nine Immortal Masters sat on the left and right, looking at this female disciple of the Immortal Pavilion who they had never masked, but who had long been familiar with.

Beauty, grinding mirrors, violating the ban...

In Ji Mo's heart, there is also a title that is different from the Nine Immortal Masters - 'liar'. Her bright blue dress was actually bought at her own expense. She resolutely drank the 'forget worries', which also had another purpose.

I was tricked by this girl who used to look weak and lonely and had an unlucky background.

Now, though, he's not so careful. The calmness of the night only taught him to be curious about the story of Han Qian.

Zhang Junfeng took the notebook and walked to the lower left of the steps of the main hall, ready to write, today's major event in the Immortal Pavilion.

Han Qian stood in the middle of the main hall, respectfully bowed to Ji Mo, and then bowed to the immortal masters on the left and right. After that, she turned around and faced Ji Mo.

"Yu Hanqian, you are guilty of the taboo of the city-state, are you guilty?" Ji Mo opened his mouth and said, this trial has begun.

"The vain does not know sin."

"Let's just say, how did you, who had a low-grade low-level spiritual root of 3, change to a high-grade high-level spiritual root of 8?" Ji Mo looked at Han Qian seriously. After asking, he glanced at the nine immortal masters sitting on both sides.

"The disciple was ashamed to be the spiritual root of the lower grade, and invited himself to go down the mountain. I never thought that in Yaxian City, I met a sage and marveled at his talent. The disciples were confused, so they turned back to the 'Immortal Pavilion'. "Han Qian had already compiled the story last night. Today, you just need to stay calm and speak clearly.

"Didn't you use the lowly blood of the high-level spirit root-soul locking slave to climb the 'Immortal Pavilion' path for you as a ladder?" One of them, a male immortal master with an outstanding demeanor and a face as cold as iron asked.

Han Qian turned his head slightly, bowed his head to the male immortal master who spoke, and said, "Han Qian doesn't dare~"

"Zhang Junfeng, you and the people you sent to Condor City. Please, the Fa tribe, how is the matter being investigated? Another immortal master also asked towards Zhang Junfeng.

Zhang Junfeng is a smart person, and all the soul locking slaves are almost not suspected of escaping. And the highest spiritual root was locked in the Soul Locking Tower, and at this point, since Ji Mo ordered the guards to be cold, he sent someone down the mountain to observe secretly, and there was nothing unusual.

It's just that the people sent to the Condor City. The Duke of the Fa tribe was absent yesterday, so he had to seek the help of the priests' department to investigate the matter.

"High Priest Luoyu sent a message early this morning, and last night, the whole city searched all night, and no clues were found." Zhang Junfeng made a brief statement on this important content.

Outside the deacon's hall, stood the disciples of Ji Mo's sect and the two auxiliary disciples under Zhang Junfeng.

Inside and outside the hall, I felt a little confused by Han Qian and Zhang Junfeng's statements. Seamless evidence proves that Han Qian does not have any city-state taboos related to soul locking slaves.

"You say that you have the guidance of a sage, and that you are talented. I also have the guidance of the sages, and I can test whether it is the 'clear spirit' of the spiritual root of the 'soul locking slave'. A female 'immortal master' said. The high bun and a lilac gown made her look like a Nine Heavens Witch.

When Ji Mo heard his junior sister say this, he couldn't help but show a rare expression. Xiange, Ji Mo and Tolan are the ones who love refining medicine the most.

Hu Xuecheng, who was outside the hall, frowned, this was obviously using Han Qian as a 'test item' and testing the medicine. I don't know what kind of effect this medicine will have... At this time, a disciple of the Immortal Pavilion respectfully walked in front of him with a copper basin, and then walked into the deacon's hall.

Place the copper basin in front of Han Qian.

A shallow spirit...

In the copper basin, there is a red potion. There is a small chassis at the bottom of the copper basin, and there is a needle inserted in the ground~ The cold mouth is dry, and the heart is unconsciously tightened. What kind of bloody and hateful TV series bad tricks...

"You just put one hand in it and let the needle go straight through any part of your hand. If the potion color turns green, you're lying. "Tolan was cold at every word.

Han Qian's brows furrowed, she didn't know in her heart that this Tolan Immortal Master must have other intentions. Otherwise, if there is such a potion that can prove himself, whether it is a 'sin against the sky', Ji Mo would have asked it to be presented a long time ago. Do you have to wait until now?

They all want an explanation, and if they don't follow it, they won't be able to carry it out.

Wear it anywhere on your hand!! The pain in the index finger and middle finger is obvious, and the thumb is thick. It seems that the only option is to let the needle go straight through the piece of flesh on the right side of the little finger. The pain nerve in the little finger is slightly weaker.

"It's time to get your ears pierced!" Han Asa stretched out his right hand and placed his little finger on the tip of the needle.

She frowned, bit her lip, and pressed it down hard.

Suddenly, every pore in the body stood up... Painful sweat surged in. Not only that, but the potion in the copper basin also made her hands, every part like a needle prick...

She gritted her teeth, remembering the scene when she went to the hospital and bumped into someone pulling out her nails, and she couldn't take anesthetic medicine and clenched a small packet of handkerchief. Sweat... It drips down and falls onto the red water, splashing red crystal-like beads.

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After countless drops of sweat from the pain, Tolan finally spoke, "Okay. It seems that I, like this little disciple, have been instructed by the same sage. ”

Han Qian endured the pain and pulled his hand out of the needle.

The potion in the copper basin is rippled in circles, and it is still as red as ... Dazzling.

I saw that the disciple standing over there also consciously picked up the copper basin in front of Han Qian and walked out of the deacon's hall.

The whole hand of the cold shallow is as if it had been roasted on a fire. Little fingers, constantly dripping blood onto the deacon's hall. Drop by drop, drop into Hu Xuecheng's heart.

Zhang Junfeng saw that the floor was spent, and hurriedly ripped off a strip of cloth from his body. stepped forward and wrapped his hands for Han Qian.

"Thank you, brother." Han Qian endured the pain and thanked politely.

In the main hall, there was silence.

Zhang Junfeng didn't say a word, and returned to the place where he had just stood.

It looks like it's almost over.

Ji Mo took a deep breath, although Tolan's 'Clear Spirit' potion was not necessarily 100% certain, he was also sure that Tolan must have tried it with the blood of the Soul Locking Slave. This matter can be confused.

He looked at the immortal masters again, and the immortal masters couldn't break this mysterious thing. Moreover, there have been times when the spirit stone has made an error. They couldn't help but nod to Ji Mo gently.

Ji Mo saw that everyone had no more words, so he glanced at Zhang Junfeng.

Zhang Junfeng gave birth to a notebook in his hand, and read, "Yu Hanqian, 17 years old, the high-grade high-level spiritual root is 8.From now on, he will be incorporated into the 23rd generation of disciples of the Immortal Pavilion, and worship under the head of the Immortal Pavilion, Ji Mo. ”

After listening to this, Han Qian closed his eyes relaxedly. This matter is completely over. She knelt down and kowtowed, "Master~"

All the immortal masters are here, and they are about to congratulate the head of the sect on regaining his beloved disciples... I didn't want to, but then I heard a voice say, "Master, I have an opinion." Everyone looked towards the sound, and a red dress stood on the edge of Han Qian, looking at Yu Hanqian, who had already stood up, with stark eyes.