"The heavy sword has no edge, and the great ingenuity is not worked. Qin Yuxi looked at the majestic and heavy eight words on the ground, thinking of Bai Cangdong's arrogance of sweeping the Eight Desolations and Liuhe with a sword above the banquet today, his body trembled slightly, and his expression became complicated.

When they first met, Qin Yuxi only thought that Bai Cangdong was a person with poor talent, and he was so miserable to practice the body technique of flying with light, and the only advantage was that persistence.

In the Star Wheel Spring, Qin Yuxi saw Bai Cangdong's various methods again, brave and strategic, no matter in cultivation or intelligence, he was not inferior to any real person in the world.

A song "Peacock", even the spirit of light in the spring came to vote.

But today at the banquet, Qin Yuxi saw Bai Cangdong's domineering side again.

"With the sword in hand, I am invincible, I have advanced and retreated, and I never know what defensive offensive is. Such a fierce and domineering person is really shocking, but it is also convincing.

Now that Qin Yuxi heard this delicate song again, Qin Yuxi felt that the impression left by Bai Cangdong in his mind had been subverted again, and he couldn't understand what kind of person Bai Cangdong was.

When he looked up, he saw that Bai Cangdong's figure had disappeared into the red mist and was out of sight, Qin Yuxi bit his lip lightly, looked down at the eight words left by Bai Cangdong, and only looked up for a long time to summon the Cave Xuanshu.

Qin Yuxi once again used the Dongxuan Book to predict Bai Cangdong's fate, but instead of predicting what would happen in a few hours and days, he predicted whether Bai Cangdong would have a chance to become holy.

However, the result was the same as Qin Yuxi's previous prediction, the Dongxuan Book did not show that Bai Cangdong had any chance of becoming holy, and the open Dongxuan Book was blank, which meant that Bai Cangdong had almost no possibility of becoming holy.

Although the Dongxuan Book cannot make absolutely accurate predictions, it can predict the direction of fate, and generally real people with deep roots have a chance of becoming holy, but it is just a matter of probability.

If this probability is too low, not even one percent, the Dongxuan Book will not show anything, which means that it is basically impossible for this person to become holy.

Qin Yuxi made the same prediction for Wang Si, Zhou Qianyan, Xue Lihai and Xue Michen, and some real people who could be looked at by her also made the same prediction.

Among them, the highest probability is Wang Si, who is predicted by Dong Xuanshu to have a forty percent chance of becoming holy.

The second place is the blood Li Hai, there are more than thirty percent, Zhou Qianyan is less than thirty percent, and the blood is the lowest, only two percent, and the probability is twice as low as Wang Si.

But there are still some strange things about Xuemichen, Qin Yuxi predicted Xuemichen alone, and the chance was only two percent, and the prediction of the blood of the gods around Xuemichen alone was only two percent, but Qin Yuxi once had a whim, and predicted that the chance of sanctification was as high as fifty percent, which was really appalling.

Fifty percent of the probability of sanctification, this is a unique high probability among the real people chosen by the saints of the past dynasties, in fact, among the real people chosen by many saints in the past, the best is like Wang Si, there is a possibility of forty percent of sanctification.

Of course, forty or fifty percent of the potential here is just a possibility or potential, but if you really want to become holy, and because there are too many external factors, this probability will be greatly reduced.

At least so far, the Holy Maiden who came out of the Mysterious Cave Heaven has chosen so many real people, and none of them have become holy.

Even so, a high probability is always a good thing, proving that there is still a possibility, and if the probability is so low that there is no possibility, then there is no hope.

In Dong Xuanshu's prediction, Bai Cangdong is the kind of person who doesn't even have hope.

"Is it true that such a person doesn't even have a chance?" Qin Yuxi couldn't believe that with the Bai Cangdong he had seen, he wouldn't even have the slightest chance of being promoted to a saint.

However, the Qin family's Dong Xuanshu never missed, and Qin Yuxi had to believe in the prediction of the Dong Xuanshu.

Qin Yuxi looked at the eight words on the ground for a while, and then waved his hand to erase them, and left the Phantom Spring with a light sigh.

After Bai Cangdong returned to the practice room, he felt as if something was wrong, frowned and thought for a moment, and suddenly his face changed, and he looked at his hand.

I saw a drop of water on the back of his left hand, like a raindrop hitting the back of his hand.

This drop of water fell on the back of his hand when Bai Cangdong was talking to Qin Yuxi, and Bai Cangdong didn't care about it, there was red mist everywhere around, and the red mist was like a drop of water condensed by divine light, and it was also common for it to hit him.

But now Bai Cangdong looks at this water drop and feels that this water drop is completely different from the red mist, although it is all transformed by divine light, but this water drop is clear and crystalline, without a trace of redness, just like a tear, quietly stained on the back of Bai Cangdong's hand.

Bai Cangdong's heart suddenly beat wildly, and he almost didn't dare to touch the drop of water with his hands: "This...... Could this be ...... The spirit of light in the Phantom Fountain, right?"

The more Bai Cangdong thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible, although he didn't deliberately use the power of the oracle in that song, but when he sang, he couldn't help but use some of the power of the oracle, otherwise with Bai Cangdong's own voice, it would be difficult to sing the feeling of the original song, and the spirit of light was probably moved by his singing.

And if this spirit of light is in the form of a drop of water, then it can explain why so many people in the blood family can't find it for so many years.

This drop of water is still transformed by divine light, and it looks no different from the water in the spring, and it is impossible to find a drop of water from that pool of spring water by your means, as long as it is in the spring, it will be integrated with the spring water, and no one can find it.

The more Bai Cangdong thought about it, the more he felt that the possibility was very great, he was still thinking about what the spirit of light looked like, what kind of song to use to impress it, if he didn't know what it looked like, it would be difficult to come up with a poem to match. But I didn't expect that it was just an unintentional song, and it had already led the spirit of light out, if the blood family knew this result, I am afraid that those dead blood family members would have to crawl out of the coffin to find him desperately.

Of course, this is just Bai Cangdong's speculation, and he can't be sure that this drop of water is the spirit of light, because this drop of water is too ordinary, completely indistinguishable from an ordinary drop of spring water of light, and completely devoid of the spirituality of peacocks and spirit snakes at that time.

"But if it weren't for the Spirit of Light, how could it have landed on the back of my hand so coincidentally?" Bai Cangdong's hand slowly stretched out to the water droplets on the back of his hand, and his nervous heart was beating wildly, almost jumping out of his throat.

In just a second, it seemed like a century had passed for Bai Cangdong, and his fingers finally pressed on the water droplets. (To be continued.) )