Bai Honghong hurriedly stepped forward to support his father, and said with a smile: "Father, Qin Xiaotian's transformation assessment has been successful. There was a trace of blood flowing out of the corner of Bai He's mouth, he was already exhausted, and he said weakly: "Flood, help my father go back to rest first, my chest is in severe pain." Bai Honghong vaguely knew that his father must have been injured internally, and seeing his strange face, he said loudly: "Why don't you hurry up and help the patriarch go back to rest!"

The white-faced young man of the elf hurriedly ran forward, and found a few strong villagers to help him walk home.

Bai Hong looked at his father's back, and his heart was very uncomfortable, and he really understood that the so-called transformation assessment was a competition between masters and masters. The transformation assessment of the Wind Demon Relic is like a candle, burning itself and illuminating others.

Qin Xiaotian appeared in his sight, he stood in front of him like dementia, but his face was a little pale, his eyes were full of red bloodshots, and there was a sickly beauty that he had never had before.

Bai Honghong hugged his almost collapsed body and asked with concern: "Benefactor, are you okay?"

"I'm going to get through it. ”

Judging from his words, Qin Xiaotian did suffer internal injuries. Internal injuries are the most lethal form of injury for martial arts masters, and Qin Xiaotian barely managed to squeeze out a few smiles from his pale face. But he didn't know how long he would be able to hold out. Bai Flood is also a person who practices martial arts, knowing that Qin Xiaotian has been injured internally, and the injury is not light, and if he is not careful, it will endanger his life.

It was for the sake of the Wind Demon Relic Clan that he agreed to the patriarch to participate in the transformation assessment, otherwise, how could Qin Xiaotian suffer this torture?

Not allowing Qin Xiaotian to think about it, Bai Flood picked him up and rushed home, walking like flying, carrying Qin Xiaotian into his yard in one go, and the white-faced young man was setting up the patriarch. Bai Honghong put Qin Xiaotian down and instructed the young man: "You go to the kitchen to get some hot water and apply a dressing to the benefactor's face, he is also injured!"

The white-faced young man looked at the pale Qin Xiaotian, and asked suspiciously and childishly, "Didn't the benefactor succeed in transforming this time?"

Bai Hung was angry and glared at him fiercely, now that both sides are defeated, are you still in the mood to care about the transformation assessment, and is there any humanity?

Bai Honghong looked at Qin Xiaotian, who was a little unconscious, and muttered and cursed, all of this is the clan rules of the Wind Demon Relic Clan, it is clearly a thrilling martial arts competition, but it is said to be a transformation into an immortal cultivation assessment.

Qin Xiaotian, who was lying on the bed, slowly woke up, at this time the white-faced boy had already called hot water, the bright red towel was soaked in the warm water, the young man's hands and feet were wrung out neatly, and he carefully wiped his face, lest he alarm Qin Xiaotian, who was in a coma.

Bai Honghong and the young man saw that Qin Xiaotian's face gradually turned ruddy, and a heart hanging in the middle of the sky stabilized. He was not indifferent to his father, Bai He, because of the suddenness of the incident, it was much more painful and frightened than he imagined, which was completely unexpected by him.

Glancing at Bai He's door, a woman with a delicate face came out and opened the door, her convex and concave figure immediately broke into his sight, Bai Flood was stunned, the woman smiled coquettishly, and said gently: "Brother Hongshui, the patriarch just fell asleep, leave it to me here!"

"Hmm. Bai Flood replied casually. Girl, didn't you go up the mountain to cultivate immortals?

The woman covered her mouth and smiled, "The Wind Demon Relic Clan's thousand-year-old traditional transformation legal day, how can I easily miss it?"

The woman was about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a blue robe, and a shining hairpin was inserted in her high bun, like a fairy descending to the mortal world.

After a while, she frowned slightly, changed her tone and said lightly: "If you can't cultivate immortals, run back to see the patriarch and you." ”

Bai Flood didn't know who she was talking about "you", perhaps this is a woman's most incisive way to speak. Mortal cultivation of immortals is to ascend to the sky, how easy is it? Today you have all seen that my father was injured because of the assessment of his transformation.

As the sun set, the afterglow of the sun happened to shine on the closed windowsill, the stuffiness in the room gradually dissipated, and on the bed where Qin Xiaotian was lying, there was a handsome young man with a weak body lying down, his name was the same as Qin Xiaotian, who was once famous in the rivers and lakes, he subconsciously touched his chin, almost jumped up, and suddenly shouted loudly: "I have transformed." For the success of the transformation assessment, the genius of Qin Xiao at this moment feels that life is so impermanent, and a person's life is destined to go through countless ruthless trials and play the role of different personalities.

When Bai Flood entered the room, he was stunned by the scenes presented in front of him, but he immediately regained his ordinary senses, and was a little frightened, he came to Qin Xiaotian tremblingly, squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, and said softly: "Congratulations!" But as soon as he said it, the joy that had just risen in his heart quickly fell to the bottom of his heart, he felt that the young man in front of him was full of bitterness, and there was a faint disappointment and begging flashing in his eyes, Bai Honghong still asked in a low voice: "Do you hate us?"

The young man shook his head, and there was always a begging look in his eyes, as if it was natural, "Why should I hate you?" Bai Flood changed his words, and spat out word by word, "I mean to say that you hate the patriarch of the Wind Demon Relic Clan?"

Qin Xiaotian's face was childish, and his previous bitter expression was swept away, "Why are you so verbose, I don't hate you!"

"Where there are immortals, there are immortals. Bai Flood said vaguely.

It's nonsense, of course I know that where there are immortals, there are immortals, otherwise, I ask you what are you doing?

Qin Xiaotian jumped out of bed, turned around and walked to the table, packed the simple bags he had brought with him, and ran out of the door.

Bai Flood hurriedly chased him out and called him loudly, "Where are you going?" Qin Xiaotian jumped happily, and a faint voice came, naturally I want to cultivate immortals, I will ruin my bright future if I stay here. Bai Flood secretly regretted it, and sighed lightly: "Could it be that all this is fate. "Father, father, it was you who completely changed a person's fate, not at all for the future and hope of the Wind Demon Relic.

Qin Xiaotian's figure melted into the breezy mountain road, and in an instant, it was unrecognizable, and the figure was no longer there. He walked along the mountain road, perhaps because the newborn calf was not afraid of tigers, and squatted under trees and dilapidated temples at night. After doing this for a few days, he still couldn't find the blessed land of the fairyland, and in his confusion, he unconsciously stepped into the territory of the O'Mali Empire.

The O'Mali Empire is located at the southern end of the continent, is a resource-rich and vast empire, the periphery is boundless, standing on a high place and overlooking, the dense palaces and pavilions are in full view, the tallest majestic building, the first O'Mali East End of the Gul City, it is the capital of the O'Mali Empire. It is also the most prosperous city in the O'Mali Empire. At the same time, most of the immortal masters of the O'Mali Empire gathered here.