A bad premonition arose spontaneously from Shen Zong's heart...... (The best experience of reading novels)

From heaven to hell, perhaps it can be used to describe Shen Zong's feelings.

"Sorry, I'm ...... now"

A look of embarrassment appeared on the girl's pretty face: "I can only add to your strength, and the rest seems to have been forgotten." ”

"Forgot?" Shen Zong was stunned when he heard this.

In this way, his martial soul may not have been damaged by Master Jun, but the Soul Cleansing Pill was powerful.

He frowned, paced back and forth for two steps, came back to his senses, and settled down a little.

If there is a phantom bonus, then, at least his original strength can still be guaranteed.

The woman in white nodded her head again and again, her lips pursed.

"Yes, I tried hard to remember, but I always felt like I couldn't remember anything. I couldn't even figure out where my own name came from, and the more I thought about it, the more I had a headache. ”

As soon as she said this, she suddenly felt a splitting headache, and almost fainted.

"Hmm, don't think about it......"

Seeing that she wanted to remember, Shen Zong hurriedly interrupted her behavior and coughed: "In the future, you don't have to bother to think about it, let me tell you, your name is phantom." ”

If the Phantom reminds him of his betrayal, he may not know what will happen.

More is better than less, Shen Zong definitely doesn't want to ask for trouble.

"Phantom? doesn't look like a woman's name, does it?"

The woman in white hesitated, recited it silently a few times, and smiled: "However, I wrote it down." ”

Shen Zong hurriedly said with an excuse and smiled.

"I understand the current situation, I will collect some elixirs for you to help you regain your strength and condense your troll form again. As for now, you can go back to my mind first. ”

The woman in white was stunned for a long time, but she didn't take any action.

"Back to your mind? specific...... What should I do?"

Shen Zong: "......"

......

At dinner time, a group of new students who had entered the Heavenly Gate, whether they were outer disciples or inner disciples, all sat around and divided into several small tables.

From time to time, other disciples would point to Shen Zong's table.

"Hey, have you ever seen this beautiful woman in white during the entrance test? Why do I feel like I'm seeing her for the first time?"

"So you feel this way, I just thought it was strange. A beauty of the rank of Miss Murong and Miss Qin, with my old Dong's temperament, has already written it down, and there is no reason to miss such a stunner. ”

"Yes, I wondered, how could there be such a number one person for no reason, what the hell is going on?"

Murong Old Ghost Ye Hong, Qin Wanyue and the others, feeling the strange gazes around them, were obviously a little like sitting on pins and needles, and when they heard this, they looked at each other and smiled awkwardly.

Qin Wanyue was closest to Shen Zong and asked in a low voice.

"Shen Zong, this is really...... Is it your martial spirit?"

Seeing that someone broke the deadlock and opened a chatterbox, the old ghost Murong also stepped forward, frowning slightly.

"Yes, Shen Zong, I'm so big, I haven't heard of a martial soul in this world that can condense a real form. Besides, the amount of food she eats is too big......"

Plate after plate, plate after plate.

The woman in white looks elegant, and when she eats, she is not lost to a man in the prime of life.

"Master, I'm sorry, can I add another bowl!"

Although the food in Tianmen has always been good, if the food is not enough, you can add more.

However, those who ate endlessly like the Phantom, even these chefs who belonged to the Heavenly Gate were stunned.

"Alas......"

Shen Zong sighed helplessly, looked at the woman in white beside him, and shook his head.

If the martial soul can't be contained in his mind, he will drag such a big living person around, and the target will inevitably be too big, which is not conducive to Shen Zong's future actions, but at the moment, he can't think of a better way.

It's obviously difficult to hide a big living person, so just take her openly and come and go casually.

"Leave her alone, there are more important things, your invitations have been received. Shen Zong's face was straight, and he said to them solemnly.

"Invitations, do you mean that?"

Old Ghost Murong took out a big red invitation from his arms, and a serious look appeared on his pretty face: "It seems that it is about going to the Martial Spirit Battlefield." ”

"Yes, it can be regarded as a reward for the benefits of my awakening of the martial soul, and I have got a reliable news to share with you. ”

Ye Hong smiled lightly, took out the red invitation, put it on the table, and at the same time lowered his voice and whispered.

"I heard that it seems that this martial soul battlefield is carried out in a team of four, and the basis for the grouping is a small number at the bottom of this invitation. For example, it's three on my side. ”

"Really?"

Several people on the other side were stunned for a moment, and hurriedly took out their invitation.

Sure enough, they hadn't paid attention before, and below the invitation, there was a little uncle who was barely recognizable to the naked eye.

The old ghost Murong was shocked: "This ...... I'm also three. In this way, Ye Hong, I'm in a group with you. ”

"That...... Actually, although I haven't awakened the martial spirit, somehow, I also received an invitation. Qin Wanyue frowned slightly, and took out the invitation card in her hand with some hesitation.

"What?"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and looked at Qin Wanyue a little strangely.

Shouldn't the martial soul battlefield be only accessible to those who have awakened the martial soul?

So why was Qin Wanyue able to go, and what did the organizers think in their hearts? Really, was it just their negligence?

Just when they were stunned, they saw that Qin Wanyue had already opened the invitation, and at the bottom of the letter, a number "three" was prominently displayed.

"Sister Wanyue, in this way, the three of us acquaintances are in the same group. Old Ghost Murong nodded indifferently, and a bright smile bloomed on his face.

Her mood is quite stable, although Ye Hong may not be a good person, but knowing himself and his opponent, he doesn't dare to play any tricks in front of him.

In addition, Ye Hong's strength is still okay, it is much better than teaming up with people who don't know anything.

"I see. ”

Ye Hong smiled lightly and raised his head, looking like he had realized.

"The four people who went to the rooftop participated in the trial of the martial soul battlefield together. So Shen Zong, the number behind your invitation should also be three. ”

"Nope. ”

Shen Zong made a calm face and spread out the big red invitation card he had.

"I'm on a team with a zero number. ”