The palace of learning is the center of power for the entire Famen.

The Holy White Council, presided over by the Five Old Stars, represents the supreme authority of the Academy.

The central hall, located in the central area of the floating island, is the meeting place where the Five Elder Stars, the Elders of the Academy Palace, and the Councillors and Ambassadors from the Seven Great Families participate.

Inside the central nave is a small, empty world.

The breeze is rippling, the silk and bamboo are singing softly, and the clouds are long and the fog is long.

Starlight, and glowing butterflies floating in the air bring a dreamy light.

Several tall jade pillars carved with dragon patterns and phoenixes stand at random in crowded places, supporting the starry sky overhead.

The surrounding landscape has changed with the passage of time.

At this time, more than 200 mages gathered in the central hall, in groups of three or five, sitting or standing.

But it wasn't because they had been summoned by the Five Elders to attend the White Council to discuss important matters.

Si Mingqinzhen, who hadn't appeared for a long time, actually appeared here, sitting cross-legged on a futon, stopping in mid-air.

In front of him was a long stone platform.

The incense burner produces smoke, the tea is fragrant, there is wine, and there are melons and fruits.

Mr. Shuijing, who had a vacant eye in his eyes, sat next to him and was sipping tea.

Mr. Kong Li stood behind them, his hands crossed on his chest, and he was ready to go.

Around Si Mingqin, there is not only Mr. Shuijing, a five-old star.

A number of dignitaries who are qualified to participate in the Holy White Council were also present.

There are also some people from Taichang Temple and Dali Temple, as well as teachers from Dayan College and several outstanding young students.

The senior brother who sent them into the Misty Valley was also among them, and he was standing beside Senior Brother Yuliang at this moment.

There was another person next to them, who looked up from time to time at Si Mingqin Zhen, who was sitting northeast of him.

It was Si Ming Daohua who visited Liuyun Xiaozhu several times, but returned in a daze.

However, Si Mingqin Zhen sat on an equal footing with the Five Old Stars, located at the highest place, and was several levels higher than him, with many seniors in between.

Here, Si Mingqin is undoubtedly the youngest, the closest to him, and he is also twenty or thirty years older than him.

On the handsome and soft face, the childishness has not completely subsided, but he is in a high position, sitting in a prominent position, looking out of place.

However, among the more than 200 mages present, it is estimated that less than half of them are more advanced than him.

So, no one has the courage to question his qualifications to appear here.

On the stone platform in front of these mages, or above the wooden table, there is a bronze mirror with a simple texture, which is monitoring the every move of the fifty freshmen in the Misty Valley in real time.

After a thousand years, the Academy Palace has reopened the Misty Valley to test this year's batch of freshmen with extraordinary qualifications.

In order to ensure the safety of these children, not only did they provide each of them with a jade butterfly, but also used the power of half of the school palace to take care of them day and night, striving to be foolproof.

Just now, Chu Hanjiang and Changkong Yunqi were forced into a desperate situation by the Yinbo Demon Knife, and their lives hung by a thread, so someone released their divine thoughts and went to the Misty Valley through the bronze mirror.

The fifty freshmen had all experienced their own unforgettable day, and until now, none of them had completed their mission and left the Misty Valley, and no one had used the Jade Butterfly out of fear.

Now most of them have found shelter, and those who have companions can huddle together for warmth and comfort each other, and the poor lonely children shiver in the night, and their minds are broken by fear, and they are desperate for the dawn.

Si Mingqin Zhen has been paying attention to Mu Liu and is very satisfied with his performance.

For Mu Liu's ability to survive in the wild, Si Mingqin really has no doubts.

In his opinion, a Misty Valley with only low-level soul beasts was no threat to Mu Liu.

It was even certain that if Mu Liu's mission was like the others, then it was very likely that he would have come out by now.

Mu Liu's ability to act with his teammates today not only shows very good hunter qualities, but also shows good leadership.

And he didn't give up on his teammates to escape alone in times of crisis, and he knew how to protect others.

This made Si Mingqin really impressed and very gratified.

This time, let the new students enter the valley of confusion, Si Mingqin really didn't know in advance.

However, this novel and ingenious examination method was proposed by him.

After yesterday's aptitude test and related exams, the abilities of the new students in all aspects are reflected, and the handwriting on the parchment paper will change according to their individual circumstances, such as their abilities, hearts, and thoughts, creating difficulty, focusing on their weaknesses, and in that high-pressure environment.

If you want to be strong, you must face up to your weaknesses and be invulnerable.

At the moment, Mu Liu in the mirror seemed to realize something, suddenly looked up at the night sky, and threatened to kill him without leaving a piece of armor, the newborn calf was not afraid of tigers, and he was not ashamed and arrogant.

His voice filled the entire central hall, stimulating everyone's heart and making it very uncomfortable.

Si Mingqin really smiled.

Although the two brothers have been in the school palace for five or six days, and nothing has happened, there are many conspiracies that have been secretly brewing and unfolding long before they came.

Therefore, many people here pretended to be confused and tried their best to hide their complexions.

Of course, there are also people among them who do not hide their emotions.

For example, the silver-haired old man in a black robe sitting opposite Si Mingqin Zhen.

He is the other five old stars in the field in addition to Mr. Shui Jing, and he is a master of more than 10,000 people.

Feng Wanyu's body is dry and thin, his lips are thin and his eyebrows are thin, his eye sockets are deep, his cheekbones are high, and he has a cool and gloomy face, especially the two green fires burning in the depths of his eye sockets, which are as dark as night, as if they came from the underworld, replacing his eyes, making people dare not look directly.

The starlight dimmed around him, and the whole person was shrouded in dim shadows, untouchable.

If it weren't for the fact that his black robe had a magic pattern shining brightly, symbolizing his status and status, it is estimated that people who have never seen him would still regard him as a dead spirit.

Master Feng's face has always been so terrifying, and he can't see any emotional fluctuations.

When Mu Liu threatened to play with his life and kill him without leaving a piece of armor, a blue flame burst out from the top of Master Feng's head, three feet high.

Si Mingqin really saw it from a distance and felt that he was angry.

After that, Mu Liu threw out another sentence Believe it or not, he doesn't care.

It was clear that he had known that someone was watching his every move in the Misty Valley.

Naturally, what he said was not just for those children.

Such nonsense is actually deliberately teasing some people.

Master Feng got up and walked out of the central hall, without saying a word from beginning to end.

But everyone felt his anger.

Although Mr. Shui Jing's eyes are blind, he has not hurt his foundation, and his divine sense is still strong, he can hear and see clearly.

"How credible are his words?"

"Seventy percent. ”

After a pause, Mr. Shui Jing asked an inexplicable question very seriously.

"Is he really from a source of weak water?"

The Source of Weak Water, the Heavenly Desolate Divine Ruins and the Southern Immortal Heavenly Pool, as well as the Winter Castle School City, were the sacred places of the human race in ancient times.

To this day, these names still hold a special meaning in the mage's heart, representing the sacred.

Si Mingqin really knew the intention of Mr. Shui Jing's question.

So he cooperated with him very tacitly, and replied seriously: "The chief told me that he was picked up from weak water, and it is difficult to say whether it is the source of weak water." After all, no one has approached that place for two thousand years. ”

"This kid is a lot like you used to be. ”

Si Mingqin really shook his head and said, "At that time, I wasn't so wild and unrestrained. ”

Mr. Shui Jing smiled: "It's a wonderful person." ”

This word, Muliu will like. ”

"I'm really worried that in a few decades, he will pick the school palace. ”

"Don't worry, sir, I will take good care of him and won't let him mess around. ”

"What if that's what you mean?"

Si Mingqin really smiled and said nothing.

Many mages below trembled.