"Thank you." Wei Ling lowered his arrogant head slightly and thanked the two.

If it weren't for Song Yizhi and Feng Yi'an, not to mention that they were robbed of their beauty flowers, I am afraid that they would still be folded here.

After all, Lan Xiqian, that woman is not a good thing.

Song Yizhi tore off a rabbit leg and handed it to Wei Ling, and then handed the other rabbit leg to Feng Yi'an.

"It's a big deal, but what do you want to do with the beauty flower?" Song Yizhi asked curiously.

"......," Wei Ling handed over the pink flower in his hand, "You can take a good look at it." ”

If it's just a beauty flower, Lan Qianqian doesn't need to reverse black and white and let Zhao Zhengyang's mad dogs rob it.

Song Yizhi looked at it carefully, and looked at Wei Ling with a little surprise, "Raising Spirit Flowers?" ”

As the name suggests, the beauty flower is to warm the appearance, and the spirit flower is to warm the spiritual power, if it is used to heal the wound, it has a good effect.

These two kinds of flowers look almost identical, and only by careful identification will they distinguish between beauty flowers and spirit flowers.

Lan Qianqian must have known that this was a spirit flower, but she deliberately said that it was a beauty flower, and Zhao Zhengyang and them were used as gunmen.

At this time, Song Yizhi understood why Lan Qianqian was chasing after "Beauty Flower".

Wei Ling nodded, she threw the Spirit Cultivation Flower to Song Yizhi, "I've sent it to you, it's useless for me to keep it." ”

The Spirit Flower is dispensable to herself, but she will never give it to Lan Xiqian!

Song Yizhi helped himself once, and this flower can be regarded as a reward.

"It's useless for me." Song Yizhi trembled, and shook the spirit cultivation flower in his arms to the ground, "If you give me the root, it's still a little useless, this broken flower is really useless." ”

Feng Yi'an looked at the disgusted Linghua flower, reached out to pick it up, and then put the Lingyang flower hairpin on Song Yizhi's bun.

Song Yizhi shook his head and smiled at Feng Yi'an.

Although Wei Ling didn't understand Song Yizhi's quirks, she didn't say anything, she just said, "I remember where the flower roots are, are you going to dig them?" ”

I don't like to raise spirit flowers, but I like the roots of spirit flowers, but since Song Yizhi likes it, then take her to dig it.

Song Yizhi nodded, she extinguished the fire, and urged, "Let's go." ”

Wei Ling took a bite of the rabbit leg, then stood up and led the way.

After walking for about half an hour, Wei Ling pointed to the bare branches not far away, and said, "That's it." ”

Song Yizhi walked up to check it, and after confirming that it was correct, he took out a small hoe.

Looking at the little girl who was squatting on the ground digging the roots of the spiritual flowers, Wei Ling opened her mouth and asked, "Song Yizhi, do you want to team up with me?" ”

There are few of those disciples who she can look up to, although Song Yizhi is a little wasteful, but he can get along.

Song Yizhi said without raising his head, "Don't you think I'm a burden?" ”

"You're starving." Wei Ling shrugged, "You said you want to team up with me?" ”

If there is a fight or something, you can do it yourself, you don't need Song Yizhi, and Song Yizhi has a lot of magic weapons on her body and doesn't need to be distracted to protect herself, and the things she makes are really delicious.

In short, teaming up with Song Yizhi is not a loss.

"Okay." Song Yizhi put the flower roots with intact roots into the storage bag, and then put away the small hoe and stood up.

She patted the dust on her hands and said slowly, "I just don't know how many people are in a group." ”

Wei Ling said nonchalantly, "You'll know when the secret realm is over." ”

That's true, after all, no one knows how many people will die in this secret realm.

Song Yizhi shrugged his shoulders, ready to continue looking for the spirit plant.

What Wei Ling wanted had already arrived, and she didn't have anything she wanted now, so she simply partnered with Song Yizhi.

The remaining two days were uneventful.

In the blink of an eye, the secret realm trial was over.

On the square of the school palace.

The water mirrors of equal height appeared in the open space, and thirty-eight disciples came out of the water mirror gate one after another.

"Chen Yao!" An exclamation made the dizzy Song Yizhi wake up suddenly.

Looking at Lan Qianqian, who was in tears in front of Chen Yao's corpse, Song Yizhi took two steps back and raised his hand to cover his nose.

After ten days and half a month of death, Chen Yao's body had already rotted and stinked.

If it weren't for the token on the body, it would be difficult to identify the identity based on the degree of decomposition of the corpse.

Such an ugly and smelly corpse, Lan Qianqian, this mother-in-law, does not dislike it at all, and can cry with emotion, it is really ruthless.

Song Yizhi looked at Lan Qianqian, who was crying sad and pear blossoms with rain, and bowed to the wind.

No matter how many more lives she lives, Lan Qianqian's ability to act can still give her a thumbs up.

Retracting his gaze, Song Yizhi saw Rong Yueyuan sitting in a chair, with two men and women with strange faces beside him.

Judging by the clothes, those two should be from the Wanmo Sect and the Hehuan Sect.

The atmosphere between the three of them was a little cold and hard.

Song Yizhi kept a heart.

Qiao Yuanyuan walked up, unable to hide her disgust for this corpse, she reached out and pulled Lan Xiqian, "Qianqian, don't cry yet, Mr. seems to have something to say." ”

Lan Qianqian let Qiao Yuanyuan pull herself up, but she had tears in her eyes and looked grief-stricken.

Wei Ling sighed twice.

Lan Qianqian and Chen Yao have only known each other for a month, right?

cried so miserably, I didn't know that I thought it was her own mother who died.

"The secret realm trial is over, and there are now thirty-six surviving disciples." Rong Yueyuan's gentle voice seemed so cruel and indifferent.

Thirty-eight people went in, and only thirty-four came back alive.

Except for the disciples of the Demon Realm, there were no deaths, one death each from the Wanmo Sect and the Hehuan Sect, and two deaths from the new disciples of the Changqiu Sect.

Only four people died this time, and compared to those dangerous secret realms, this secret realm was no longer dangerous.

Looking at most of Chen Yao's decomposed body, Elder Chen of the Hehuan Sect had a somewhat ugly face.

She said in a cold voice, "Fifth Elder, my sect is for Chen Yao to learn!" I didn't let her die! Chen Yao died in the secret realm of your sect, your sect should give an explanation to the Hehuan sect, right? ”

Rong Yueyuan took out the rubbing's life and death form, "Black and white, Elder Chen might as well take a look at it first." ”

Elder Chen took the certificate of life and death.

Rong Yueyuan looked at Song Yizhi, met Song Yizhi's gaze, and exchanged glances with her.

Song Yizhi suddenly understood.

It seems that the Wanmo Sect and the Hehuan Sect are really here to find fault.

Song Yizhi glanced at Feng Yi'an beside him, and after saying a few words to him, he walked towards Rong Yueyuan.

"Five Elders." Song Yizhi raised his hand and saluted slightly.

Rong Yueyuan responded, and when she saw Song Yizhi's ruddy complexion, she knew that she should not be injured on this trip, but she still asked, "Are you safe?" ”

"Nothing." After Song Yizhi finished speaking, he stood beside Rong Yueyuan.

Rong Yueyuan turned his head to look at the group of disciples below, and his majestic and gentle voice sounded, "Go back to rest and heal, and come to the academy on time tomorrow." ”

"Yes."

The disciples left, and only the elders of the Wanmo Sect and the Hehuan Sect were left on this side of the square, as well as Rong Yueyuan.

Elder Chen looked at the life and death situation word by word, read it over and over again, and his face was gloomy and ugly.

The atmosphere was a little depressing, Song Yizhi didn't like this atmosphere, and raised his hand to flick the earrings.

Elder Chen's fingers moved, and the life and death in his hand turned into powder, "Who knows if this is if the Fifth Elder forcibly forced them to sign." ”

The discord between the three sects and their hearts is not a secret thing, but now there is a reason to attack the Changqiu Sect.

It's just that it would be better if it wasn't Chen Yao who died, but someone else.

(End of chapter)