Wu Kui laughed: "It's really inexplicable, what does this have to do with us? Aren't you crazy?"

Jiang Xiaobao's face was solemn: "I said it again, we don't want to see this matter, and we really don't know about it, I know you can't listen to it at this time, but please think about it after you calm down." ”

After that, he pulled Wu Kui: "Let's go." ”

Wu Kui wanted to say something, but under Jiang Xiaobao's pull, he had to turn around and leave, but he still couldn't help muttering: "It's really inexplicable, isn't this just anger?"

Jiang Xiaobao sneered: "Some people are such a character, they never think about their own mistakes, they only know how to complain about others, if they calm down in the future, they will know how to advance and retreat, if they are still angry with us, I am not a person who only knows how to be beaten and does not know how to fight back." ”

After years of hardship, Jiang Xiaobao's heart is colder than that of ordinary people.

"Is there such a person? I am not right, but I blame others?" Wu Kui asked in disbelief.

"Brother, there are not only such people, but there are also a lot of them, you have to be careful in the future, don't be sold, I don't know what's going on." Wu Fang was very attentive and took the opportunity to teach her this honest big brother.

The three of them walked forward with difficulty, and for most of the day after Jiang Xiaobao drank the water he carried, the three of them finally saw hope, and in the far margin, there were already many people standing, and those were all people who had already cultivated a little, so they naturally had some advantage over people like Jiang Xiaobao, but there was no fairness in the world, so no one protested.

Finally, the three of them came to the edge, and they heard a voice in the air: "The first level, pass!"

Severe water shortage, physical exhaustion, and mental exhaustion, the three of them have reached the limit.

The three of them slipped to the ground all of a sudden, panting, and only then did they see that even those who had cultivated were mostly pale and had not recovered.

Before Jiang Xiaobao could take a closer look, he heard a voice ask, "Name?"

"Jiang Xiaobao!" Looking at the old man in front of him, Jiang Xiaobao hurriedly replied.

"Come forward!" the old man said lazily.

Jiang Xiaobao hurriedly stepped forward, the old man looked at it, and with a wave of his hand, Jiang Xiaobao's figure disappeared suddenly, and when he reappeared, he had already arrived at a large hall, and was immediately accepted as a disciple by an immortal elder of the fairy wind bone.

Poor children, and orphans, Jiang Xiaobao naturally cherishes this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, cultivates hard, and cultivates more and more, in just a hundred years, cultivation has reached the Jindan period, who would have expected that there will be unforeseen circumstances in the sky, people will have good fortune and misfortune, Ziyang Sect has a big wind, and was attacked by dozens of second-rate forces, plus a demonic force, joint attack, the sect was destroyed, Jiang Xiaobao's master, senior brothers were killed, Jiang Xiaobao was also captured, just when Jiang Xiaobao was about to be killed, Jiang Xiaobao hurriedly shouted: "Willing to surrender!"

In the dark, an old man sneered disdainfully: "Another greedy person who is afraid of death, he can't be reused, huh?"

The old man's voice was not heard by anyone, but after Jiang Xiaobao surrendered to the Demon Dao forces, he continued to practice diligently, looking for opportunities, and in order to gain the trust of the enemy, he even did some rather immoral things, and finally won the trust of the Demon Dao leader, and finally found an opportunity to wipe out this Demon Dao force after a hundred years.

The old man couldn't help but smile: "In the past, disciples were either greedy for life and afraid of death, or they fought to the end to repay the kindness of the sect with their bodies." It's not uncommon for someone like him to be brave, but it's rare to do it so thoroughly and resolutely. ”

Behind the old man, a sloppy-looking old man glanced at it and pursed his lips, but muttered to himself: "It's a little interesting."

The old man was Lan Dieshu, the elder of the Blue Cloth Sect of the Ziyang Sect, glanced at the old Dao behind him, and said with a smile: "Little Master, this kid has done a lot of things with a bad conscience in order to take revenge, and from the perspective of his character, it is probably not suitable for my Ziyang Sect's style." ”

Lao Dao is the master of the Ziyang Sect's Purple Clothes Sect, he buttoned his nostrils, slapped Lan Die's book on the head, wiped it on Lan Die's book clothes with lightning speed, and said angrily: "The master is the master, what is the little master Zu?"

Lan Dieshu was disgusted in his heart, but he smiled bitterly on his face: "Master, you are not as old as my master." ”

Zi Bufan sneered: "So what? When your master saw me, isn't he called Uncle Shi?"

Lan Dieshu was speechless, and her heart was irritable. This little master is a little older, in terms of cultivation, not to mention that he is not as good as his own master, even if it is his own master, it is far behind, and in a few years, his own cultivation will surpass him.

"Don't mother-in-law, mother-in-law, hurry up and assess the disciple, this kid is considered to have passed, let him worship in the white-clothed door, just right. As if he remembered something, he smiled hehehe.

Lan Dieshu was completely speechless.

The Ziyang faction has a huge power and is divided into eight gates, namely the Black Clothes Gate, the White Clothes Gate, the Gold Clothes Gate, the Silver Clothes Gate, the Purple Clothes Gate, the Blue Clothes Gate, the Tsing Yi Gate, and the Yellow Clothes Gate.

Among them, the disciples of the white-clothed sect, the most upright temperament, majoring in swordsmanship, most of the disciples have only one treasure, that is, the sword, advocating a sword to break ten thousand laws, and in case of trouble, it is also brave and straightforward, just now this kid has entered the white-clothed door, but I am afraid that my parents who will be taught a lesson in three or five days do not know.

Lan Dieshu didn't dare to say any more, although Zi Bufan's strength was weak, he was still a little stronger than himself, so he hurriedly continued the assessment, cast the law decision, and hit the treasure mirror in his hand one by one.

The treasure mirror in the hand of Lan Dieshu is the unique magic weapon of the Ziyang Sect, and it is a superb treasure that can make people instantly fall into illusions, and in that hallucination that is comparable to reality, unconsciously expose their thoughts, which is really the best treasure for surveying people's hearts.

In Jiang Xiaobao's feeling, he seems to have spent a long and hundreds of years, but it is only a short moment here in the Lan Die Book, and the Asking Heart Mirror is in the hands of the Lan Die Book, which is enough to check a hundred people at a time, so in a short time, the Lan Die Book will check all the disciples.

There are only a few people, in the hallucination, after the sect was killed, not only did not fight for it, but flattered foreign enemies, became lackeys, and reflexively attacked their own brothers, Lan Dieshu threw these people out of the place of trial, and the other teenagers were all cast by Lan Dieshu, and moved from this place to a large hall.

The remaining teenagers, although in the hallucination, also surrendered or fled, but after they surrendered, they insisted on themselves, or after they fled, they also remembered revenge, these teenagers, Lan Dieshu still recognized. After all, in that kind of mortal realm, there are still a few people who can sacrifice their lives and forget about death, and most people are mediocre.

"It's human nature to be afraid. Zi Bufan sighed: "After all, treasures are treasures, although they can measure the hearts of most people, but when it really comes to that time, maybe the result will be different." ”

Lan Dieshu scoffed: "In this world, is there a force that can bring my Ziyang Sect to the point of destruction?

Zi Bufan nodded confidently: "No one in this world can destroy my Ziyang Sect, as long as I am here." ”

Lan Dieshu smiled bitterly, I don't know where the little master came from to be so confident, the purple cloth gate is the weakest one among the eight sects.

After Jiang Xiaobao woke up, he had already arrived in a large hall, as for what he encountered in the hallucination just now, he had forgotten most of it at this moment, and it was the same as his usual dreams, and even his physical exhaustion seemed to have recovered a lot.