Bai Honghong praised: "It's still Qin Daxia who is thoughtful and takes into account the overall situation. ”

Bai Honghong looked at his father, who was over the age of old, with gray temples, and in order to make the Wind Demon Relic Clan strong, he resolutely stood on the front line in the village to preside over the affairs of the clan.

Suddenly, a young man ran forward, knelt down in front of Qin Xiaotian with a plop, and pleaded softly: "Benefactor, please follow my white master!"

But if you refuse to grant my request, I will kneel here until you agree.

Qin Xiaotian could clearly see that it was the white-faced young man he met a few days ago, with a delicate face, bright and clear eyes, and shapely lips that were slowly squirming, he seemed to want to continue, but his face was pale at the moment, like a prelude to illness.

Bai He summoned Bai Honghong, who had been following him, and said loudly: "Hongshui, you hurry up and help him up, what's wrong with this child?"

"Hmm. ”

He ran in front of the white-faced boy with a little chaotic steps, and didn't allow the boy to raise his head, so he dragged him up and said in a rough voice: "You ghost elf, you like to disturb adults, don't let me go back!" The white-faced young man's body shrunk, his dazed face turned even paler, and he quickly got up and hid behind Qin Xiaotian.

Qin Xiaotian protected him with a smile, "Brother Hong, don't pursue him when he gets up, he is also for the future of our Wind Demon Relic Clan." ”

Bai He stepped forward and grabbed Qin Xiaotian's hand and said, "You have seen it, you will bend down and promise to be old!"

"Okay, I'll take a chance. Qin Xiaotian said firmly.

Bai He high-fived and applauded, and everyone of the Wind Demon Relic Clan saw that Qin Xiaotian had already expressed his position, and the worries in their hearts were completely dispelled. Bai Honghong said loudly: "Now everyone has no objections, I personally firmly agree to let the Jean people participate in the transformation assessment next time." ”

At this moment, Bai He leaned on his stiff body, as if he was suffering from illness, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "It's still my son who knows my mind." ”

He slowly raised his hand above his head and said to everyone, "This matter will be settled for the time being, and if you have any objections, it will not be too late to discuss it another day." ”

Saying that, Bai He, with the support of Bai Honghong, put his hands into his sleeve robe and led Qin Xiaotian into the compound, and everyone saw that the patriarch was a little displeased, and they dispersed one after another.

The Wind Demon Relic's annual "transformation" legal day is coming soon, and it is scheduled for June 15 every year, which is also the traditional immortal cultivation legal day left by the ancestors of the Wind Demon Relic Clan.

In the early morning, the floating matter in the air had not yet dispersed, and the sun slowly woke up from the dream, and it pierced through the clouds, steaming everything in the Wind Demon Relic Village, and the ground was golden.

At this moment, the village is crowded with people and is extremely noisy. The old and young masters of every family got up early, changed into clean and tidy robes, and scrambled to gather in the open space at the head of the village. These days, Bai Honghong, the leader of the Wind Demon Relic Clan, has been repeatedly instructed by his patriarch father to do a good job in this year's transformation exam. Bai Hung and the white-faced young man were doing ideological work in every household, looking at the villagers of all sizes gathering at the head of the village, his bearded face showed a joy that he had rarely seen.

In this way, almost most of the villagers went to participate in this transformation assessment activity. Bai Flood said to the white-faced young man beside him.

"Uncle Hong, do you want to go to the old stubborn in the village in person?" the white-faced young man said in a low voice. Bai Hung knew that the white-faced boy was talking about the old stubbornness, he was really incomprehensible, in short, the old stubbornness was deliberately engaging in internal strife and polarization, as for his real purpose, no one really knew what he thought.

"Let's go, let's visit his old man's house. Bai Flood urged.

They walked along the stone pavement, turning a few alleys, and came to the old man's house. The door of the old man's house was closed, and it was quiet inside, and the white-faced young man stepped forward and knocked on the door, saying, "Master Bai, are you at home?" After a long time, an old and weak voice came from the door, "Who?"

Bai Honghong said loudly: "Uncle Bai, I am Hongshui's nephew!" The old man heard Bai Honghong's voice, and his sandals came out and opened the door. The door opened, and the old man Bai looked at Bai Flood and the white-faced young man with wrinkled eyes, and said, "What are you shouting about early in the morning?

Bai Flood knew that he was ten unhappy, so he said such a ridiculous thing. He looked at the bright spring sun, the scorching sun shining on the faces of Bai Shui and the white-faced young man, and also reflected the strange old faces in front of the two of them.

Bai Honghong lowered his temper and asked, "Uncle Bai, everyone in the village has gone to participate in the transformation assessment activity, do you want to participate in it too?"

The old stubborn face frowned, revealing a mouthful of disgusting black teeth and said, "Do you want me to participate in the transformation assessment of an outsider?"

The white-faced young man paused, I see that Qin Daxia is not willing to participate in the transformation assessment of our Wind Demon Relic Clan, but he was forced by public opinion and pressure to reluctantly agree to Master Bai He's request. The old man glared at the white-faced young man, and said almost angrily: "You are a yellow-haired boy, the water that Lao Tzu has drunk can be merged into the sea, don't you know that there is a lot to do with this?" The old man shook his hand vigorously, "Don't go, even if the heavenly immortals come to invite me, I won't go!" Bai Flood looked at this almost crazy old man with the same surname coldly, he really couldn't cry or laugh, he saw the stubborn and weird old man in front of him, I don't know how many unknown evil intentions he hid in his heart, Bai Flood took the white-faced young man and left his door quickly.

The open ground was surrounded by men, women, and children of the Wind Demon Relic Clan, some of whom were toothless old men sitting on wooden chairs, squinting and wrinkled, their foreheads covered with wrinkles like spider webs, but they were extremely interested in watching the arrival of Qin Xiaotian and the patriarch Bai He.

Bai Flood hurriedly stepped forward and said to his father with a serious face: "Father, I did everything you told me, but Uncle Bai..."

Needless to say, Bai He, who had an insightful eye, had already understood seven points and said, "Got it." ”

Isn't he just disobedient to me, a bad old man who is the patriarch, without him, is it possible that the immortals will destroy my wind demon remnants?

"Patriarch Bai, don't curse yourself!" Qin Xiaotian persuaded from the side.

After Bai He bowed his head and was silent, he came to everyone side by side with Qin Xiaotian

The villagers had already arranged seats for the patriarch and Qin Xiaotian, and incense was burning on a large red table, and the incense that had been lit earlier was about to be extinguished, and Bai Flood re-lit the incense, and the porcelain plate in the center of the table placed rare fruits picked from the dense forest, shining in the golden sunlight. But what is even more greedy is that there is still a bit of hot beast head in a large basin, which are all used to worship the immortals.

At this time, a man who looked like an elder on the opposite side of the case looked at the sky, and then muttered a few words to the middle-aged man wearing a Taoist robe next to him, and the elder walked to the desk with a reserved face, and said loudly: "Today is the annual transformation assessment activity, please prepare for the transformation and the examiner!"

One minute... Ten minutes passed....

Qin Xiaotian and Bai He came to a place where the ground was covered with a red blanket and stood still, and the patriarch Bai He stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation, and said, "Qin Daxia, please, today I am your transformation examiner." ”

Qin Xiaotian was not surprised, in the Wind Demon Relic Clan, the patriarch Bai He was the real master of hidden internal cultivation. But did he risk his life like this, was it just for the honor and dignity of the Wind Demon Remnant?

Suddenly, I heard the elder say loudly: "The hour has come, please ask the examiner to transform into a transformer!"

The examiner Bai He danced lightly, and he had already been lucky with his dantian, only to see his fingers were soft, as soft as a woman's slender little hands, sliding up and down at will. Then, he crossed his palms again, rotated up and down, and slowly exhaled his mouth and nose, breathing like silk. Then the palms were pushed out quickly, and a whirlwind-like true qi went straight to the sky.

Qin Xiaotian, who was only about two meters away, felt a stream of air open all the qi accumulation points in his body in a very short period of time, and slowly merged into his internal organs. In the case of the disharmony of yin and yang, the pain gradually develops, and in an instant, the severe pain increases several times.

Patriarch Bai He's eyes were slightly closed, his lips trembled, and cold sweat on his forehead did not stop, but his palms were still strong. Bai Hong, who had been looking at his father and Qin Xiaotian coldly, asked the elder anxiously, "Master, is my father in danger!"

The elder looked calm and said softly: "The patriarch has no worries about his life, it's just that he is a little old and his internal strength is weak. ”

In the crowd, someone suddenly discussed: "If the patriarch adds two more layers of skill, as long as Qin Xiaotian can survive it, he can transform successfully!"

Time flowed silently in everyone's nervous mood, and ten minutes passed, Qin Xiaotian's face was pale, and the sweat of the bean was flowing down his pale face and into his cyan robe.

He felt his internal organs tumble and rush to his throat. He endured the severe pain and slowly breathed the true qi of the reverse current in his body, and as long as he controlled this powerful reverse current aura, he would succeed for the most part.

I don't know how long it took, Qin Xiaotian looked weird, shouted, and slapped his palms on the boulder dozens of meters away.

"Boom" a few loud sounds, suddenly scattered stones, and the wind rolled up, rushing straight to the unguardable flow of people.

"It's successful, it's successful!" everyone boiled in laughter, and they slowly walked towards Qin Xiaotian and Patriarch Bai He.