Wei Zhen walked straight back to the wooden house alone, and did not enter the fourth round, which meant that there was no chance to participate in the trial, and the competition for the ranking in the back had nothing to do with him.

Fang Yan originally insisted on sending him back, but he politely declined. The sword wounds on his body seemed to be very numerous, but in fact, except for three or four wounds that were deep and visible to the bones, some of the others were all minor wounds, and by the time he entered the wooden house, the wounds had already contracted automatically, and there was no trace of blood flowing out.

"Who injured you like this?" Xiang Wuyi asked in surprise when she saw him turn into a bloody man.

"Didn't you wish I had been defeated?" Wei Zhenyu said jokingly.

As soon as Xiang Wuyi heard his tone, she knew that he wasn't as badly injured as he looked, and she also noticed Wei Zhen's wounds that healed on their own.

"I didn't expect your self-healing ability to be quite good, which is rare in the human race!"

Wei Zhen smiled: "This has always been like this, and I can't figure out the specific reason myself." He sat down cross-legged, swallowed three "Yunling Pills" in a row, and while recovering his cultivation, he healed his injuries with the spiritual power of medicinal power. When it comes to the spiritual master stage, spiritual power is the first choice for spiritual self-healing.

Wei Zhen stayed in the house for three days to recuperate, and Xiang Wuyi accompanied him to discuss with him the difference between witchcraft and spiritual skills. Xiang Wuyi is still a demon of the young pill, and she only knows one kind of demon art - "phantom pupil", but the venom is her own ability.

Every time she casts the "Phantom Pupil" magic technique, there is no sign at all, there is no sign, Wei Zhen often only feels the illusory silver light in front of her flash, and there is a moment of dizziness in her mind, and the effect is somewhat similar to the "Arrow of the Spirit".

"You don't have enough mental cultivation, that's why it's like this every time. If I were someone better than you, my chances of success would be much smaller. ”

Xiang Wuyi said seriously, she had seen Wei Zhen use the "Spirit Fighting Fist", and the momentum was completely different from her own witchcraft. "But when I achieve Neidan, I can get the talent of hexology again, and at the same time I can learn other hexarts, and then you will not be my opponent. Her silver-like body fluttered like smoke, and her tone was quite smug.

Wei Zhen's understanding is not the same as hers, in his opinion, the demon magic is used for a short time, it is difficult to detect the fluctuation of spiritual power, and the demon clan's talent and demon magic are different in shape, if they encounter this kind of opponent in the future, they must be very energetic.

Suddenly, Xiang Wuyi didn't know what she noticed, and her body drifted into the storage bag.

After only three or five breaths, Fan Tian stepped in.

"Brother Fan!" Wei Zhen immediately stood up to greet him.

"Your injuries are out of the way, right?" Fan Tian put one hand on his left vein, and then let go. "It didn't hurt the meridians, which reassured me. ”

After a pause, Fan Tian frowned and asked, "That day, you obviously won Xu Zheng, why did you give up yourself?"

Wei Zhen scratched his head, only to hear Fan Tian say again: "I'm not the only one who can see this on the high platform. ”

Wei Zhen was silent, and at the moment he had to talk about the matter of taking the "Battle Spirit Pill" and smearing the sea nose insect liquid on the short sword, but he didn't mention the addition of fragrant dance clothes to the insect liquid.

"The big man should be upright in doing things, but it's not a bad thing to use a little trick once in a while!" Fan Tian smiled, and at this time he finally understood the reason for another matter.

"You have been selected by Mu Qinglian into her own trial team. But this is not what Brother Fan fought for you," Seeing Wei Zhen looking at him in amazement, he continued to explain, "It's Xu Zheng's little guy. Mu Qinglian is an ordinary disciple of the Hina Mansion, and when he heard that he invited Xu Zheng to join his trial team, the only request Xu Zheng made was this. ”

Wei Zhen's eyes were stunned, he didn't expect Xu Zheng to be so upright and unwilling to owe favors easily, in fact, he took the initiative to give up at that time, one reason was that he felt that he was not victorious, Xu Zheng showed considerable generosity from beginning to end in that competition. Another reason is that he has indeed reached the point where he has run out of oil and lamps, and he has no strength to even raise his sword.

"Prepare well, this trial is not as simple as it seems. Fan Tian's eyes flickered, and he vaguely prompted. "Maybe it's not your own chance!"

After Wei Zhen heard this, he thought about it. This was the third time he had heard someone mention the so-called "chance", the first time he learned from Wen Lan's mouth, when the other party told him to "step up his cultivation, maybe he can fight when the opportunity comes in the future", and the intention of sending out the "Battle Spirit Pill" is self-evident. The second time was when the few sect disciples who had been missing for a month mentioned it when they were arguing, and he also listened to it. The third time is Fan Tian. But in any case, the meaning of the words of the speaker is not clear.

He temporarily put aside the matter of chance in his heart, and then asked, "Brother Fan, is there any news about Miss Mu Ziyin and Xiao Heihei?"

Fan Tian sighed heavily when he heard this, "This matter is complicated inside, the life spirit of the young lady in the Mu clan is not broken, which shows that she is temporarily worry-free, but other things are unknown." You don't need to worry too much, I'll send you a message as soon as I have news!"

He seemed to have something on his mind, and before he could get the words through, he left in a hurry.

"This man is very powerful! only a little worse than Mao Maotou. After a while, Xiang Wuyi came out of the storage bag and said flatly.

Wei Zhen glanced at her, not knowing why she didn't want to see Fan Tian, but she didn't mean to continue asking.

The period of the birth of the spiritual root cannot be determined for sure. Dongfang Mubai took his little junior sister Sang Jia near Cangyan Mountain every day, as if he was wandering around aimlessly, but he always remembered the bright star power that suddenly fell from the sky that night.

Among the young disciples of the Heavenly Spirit Sect of this generation, there are only two of them who are the most outstanding, one is the left Lingzi, who is good at the runic array runes, and the other is the right Lingzi, who is good at the calendar and star calculations, and is already a middle-level star magician. It is said that the Heavenly Spirit Sect has newly accepted a powerful little female disciple, but her cultivation is not yet so high. That's why he guessed that the person who pulled the star power that night must be the right spirit son.

Every night, he would go alone to the place where he had fought against the Netherworld Venerable that day, hoping to find some clues, but unfortunately, since that night, the scene of the star power appearing has never happened again.

This time the opportunity to come out of Cangyan Mountain is no secret in the Upper Realm Great Sect, it seems that this chance is different from the past, it is said to be related to the changes of heaven and earth, otherwise Master Sang Lan Kuyue would not let himself personally lead the little junior sister to come here. He thought to himself.

At this time, Cangyan Mountain seems to be quiet, except for the few sects that enter under the pretext of looking for people, I don't know how many upper realm sects lurk in the shadows, as for whether there are people from other such as the demon world, the spirit world, and the netherworld here, I am afraid that I will not know until the day when the opportunity arises.

On an island and reef a hundred miles away from the Mu Slave Courtyard, a person sat here, with a six-foot stick standing beside him. This person seems to be about the same age as Dongfang Mubai, with long golden hair tied behind his head with grass silk, a tall and well-proportioned figure, and a gray kudzu robe, but he can't hide the fierce momentum that emanates from his body invisibly.

"The old guy has to let me be here, squatting for half a year, before he goes to welcome the return of the little master, I don't know what the hell is the idea in his heart?" His temperament was already impatient, and although he was very puzzled at this time, he thought of the "old guy" no one could spy on half of the means, so he endured it and didn't dare to think about it.

On Wanhua Mountain, in a quiet courtyard, the fragrance of flowers is faint, the moon shadow is gently swaying, in the pavilion, Yinxiao light forehead green silk, the right hand holds a jade cup, the water in the cup is the same as the cup color, green as Ying, she gently took a sip, and there was a wisp of drunkenness between the round white face.

"Won't you come and have a drink with me?" she said softly to a man in green clothes who had always stood at the edge of the pavilion like a pine, such a tone, such a demeanor, the disciples of Wanhua Mountain probably never dreamed of it.

"'Thousand Flowers' is good, but I never drink. The man in Tsing Yi never turned around, and his tone was as sharp and restrained as the long sword behind his back.

"Aren't you afraid that I will poison the wine?" Yin Xiaojiao said with a smile, her eyebrows had long since lost her previous appearance, and her expression seemed to have a little bit of the naivety of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.

The man in Tsing Yi did not answer her.

Yinxiao's smile faded, and he poured the crystal wine into his mouth in one fell swoop. "When we first met, you were like that. Am I always inferior to her in your heart? What is so good about her that you are so obsessed with it, and willing to turn your back on her teacher?"

When the man in Tsing Yi heard her last words, he turned around abruptly, and a calm face appeared under the cold moonlight.

This face is not handsome, nor ugly, but it has an indescribable temperament, simple and timeless like an ancient painting, as if deep as water, soft and infinitely affectionate.

"You're drunk!" the man in Tsing Yi said before slowly turning away. "I have dedicated my life to the sword in my hand, and I have no other thoughts. ”

"Hehe, hehe!" Yinxiao's face, which was slightly scarred due to gaffes, swelled with a thick sense of ridicule, and his voice became a little more hoarse.

"You don't go with your fellow disciples and brothers, and come to me alone, just to investigate the changes in heaven and earth, but there will be clues to find her?"

The man in Tsing Yi didn't say a word, his clear eyes didn't know where to look, and he didn't know what to think in his heart, although Yinxiao was close to him, it seemed to be separated by two worlds.

In the distant starry sky, a huge array was slowly running, a handsome man of about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, dressed in an ancient purple robe, holding a jade bi, four diamond stars twinkling between his eyebrows, proudly stepping into the big array, behind him, a bald fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy followed step by step.

"Senior Brother Yundao, where are we going?" the bald boy asked curiously.

"How can you have so many words, you will know when you arrive. Yundao's face was impatient, so frightened that the bald boy didn't dare to say anything more, and quietly stuck out his tongue in the back.

A large array of light swept across the starry sky, and the figures of the two suddenly disappeared.

In the underground hall, in the secret room, Mu Zhihao stared at a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man in front of him, this young man was also looking at him, the two looked very different, but their eyes were surprisingly similar.

"I didn't expect that in the end, it was this guy who was greedy for life and afraid of death who succeeded in melting his soul!" Mu Zhihao looked dissatisfied and frowned, and the young man frowned and shrank like him.

Mu Xuande stood behind him, his gaze constantly moving between the two, as if he wanted to find out the mystery of the "Soul Splitting Technique".