This night, Chang'an slept with a splitting headache. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Qi Baifei's rich and round apple face.

Seeing Chang'an wake up, Qi Baifei secretly breathed a sigh of relief, ran to the water tank, scooped up a scoop of water, and handed it to Chang'an.

After drinking a few sips of water, Chang'an asked Qi Baifei how many days he had slept on, and when he learned that he had been asleep for two days, Chang'an, who was shocked, immediately sat up straight.

"Didn't I say, what are you stimulated, five days, cultivating in the disciple hall every day? It stands to reason that you are already a sixth-level existence of the Gathering Spirit, and the identity of the inner disciple is within reach, so there is no need to work so hard. ”

Glancing at Qi Baifei, Chang'an bowed his head and said silently, pondering: "In five days, twenty-seven poison marks have been sacrificed, and there are still three poison marks left. There's still not enough time..."

"What do I ask you..."

Seeing that Chang'an actually gave him a roll of the eyes, Qi Baifei immediately stopped, his face was slightly angry, he reached out and poked Chang'an, who bowed his head, and said aggrievedly: "Do you know, you are lying in bed like dead, I didn't even go to a date with Xiaoxin's sister..."

Chang'an immediately took out two fruits from the storage bag and handed them to Qi Baifei, who was talking about his grievances, looked at Chang'an's storage bag and the fruits handed over, his eyes immediately flashed green, his speech was slurred, and his thoughts were stretched for a long time.

"Don't think about the storage bag, Xiao Qi gave it to me, and the fruit can be divided with you..."

"It turned out to be you, my God, I heard that a few days ago, there was a mad man in the fruit forest, who stole many people's fruits at once, but I didn't expect that person to be you, you be careful, many people have released words, if they find you, they will kill you alive. ”

Taking the fruit handed by Chang'an, Qi Baifei ate it beautifully, and while eating, he raised his eyebrows, his expression was indescribably ambiguous.

"Don't worry, I'll leave you some more..."

How could Chang'an, who knew Qi Baifei, not know what Qi Baifei's appearance meant at the moment, he glanced at it helplessly, and then fell into contemplation again, that look like he had something on his mind, Qi Baifei was a little puzzled and puzzled.

"Shouldn't you be with Ruoyu..."

Before Qi Baifei's words fell, Chang'an glared at Qi Baifei, "I can't stop your mouth if I eat, it's not like this, have you heard some news about the inner door trial?"

Qi Baifei looked at Chang'an in surprise and shook his head.

Chang'an hadn't planned to get some useful news from Qi Baifei, but seeing Qi Baifei like this, he glanced at it with disgust, took out ten fruits from the storage bag, put them on the bed and said, "In the past few days, I may still be cultivating in the Disciple Hall, the inner gate trial begins, and the Elder Hall rounds..."

Putting down the fruit, Chang'an got out of bed, washed, and explained a few words to Qi Baifei, and the two parted ways over the wall.

At this moment, the disciple hall, the flow of people is endless, in groups of three or two, around the stone spirit tablet to discuss something, next to the temple door, from time to time there are disciples in and out, relying on the advantage of thin body, Chang'an squeezed in front of the stone spirit tablet, took a look, about to leave, and heard that someone was talking about himself at this time.

"Did you hear? The disciple named Black, who threatened to challenge Senior Brother Du Pengyi, who was the first on the disciple list, was beaten miserably. ”

"Why haven't I heard of this, almost everyone in Nanfeng knows about it, I'm here..."

Chang An looked at the few people discussing strangely, why didn't he remember that he threatened to challenge Du Pengyi, and he was still in full view, could it be that he couldn't sleepwalk in the past few days when he was asleep.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but walk up to a few people, and asked curiously: "Senior brothers, when did the black clothes challenge Du Pengyi?"

Several disciples who were discussing saw a young man with clear eyebrows asking, and said unexpectedly: "Just four days ago, why, didn't the junior brother know about this matter?"

Chang An smiled awkwardly, nodded and said, "Senior brother has something to do in the past few days, I haven't heard of it, by the way, is that black clothes on the disciple list?"

"yes, but I don't know if it's really black..."

Another young man couldn't help but nod and said: "I think that person should also be pretending, you also know that Nanfeng claims to be a person in black, if not a hundred, but eighty, and in the end they are all exposed, if the black clothes don't want to be low-key, they can change their names to real names at any time, there is no need to hide them at all... I think that person is just grandstanding, but I didn't expect Senior Brother Du Pengyi to really accept the challenge. ”

Chang'an finally understood, the feeling is that someone is recruiting black, but he didn't expect this to happen in the past few days of his retreat, farewell to a few, Chang'an stepped into the disciple's hall, found an unmanned room, meditated cross-legged, and secretly thought about it.

After a while, Chang'an felt the need to change his name, the black clothes were just because of the sudden rise of the white clothes, and aroused his belligerent heart, but he didn't expect that there were so many people who pretended to be themselves, and it was a small time to challenge Du Pengyi, in case he offended many people because of the impersonation, it would be a little impossible to draw, and the name of the black clothes was not very good, how good Chang'an sounded.

Chang'an, who had made up his mind, decided that he had to change his name, but not now, when he became the first on the disciple list one day, he would change the name of the black clothes to Chang'an, and when the time came, I am afraid that the entire Nanfeng would be in an uproar and a sensation, and the effect would be what he wanted the most.

Chang'an, who nodded secretly, decided to do so, but the most important thing now is not to become the first disciple on the list, but to cultivate the Soul Annihilation Finger, and the Soul Annihilation Finger that has not reached the entry level will not do any harm at all, and it has been stuck in the sixth layer of the Gathering Spirit and cannot break through, so I have to think of a way to see what the specific reason is.

Chang'an, who thought of it, didn't talk nonsense, directly took out the bottle full of toxins, unwrapped the wrapped strips of cloth, bit his fingers, ran the spell, and began to look at the twenty-eighth poison mark of the condensation sacrifice.

Tired, Chang'an rested on the platform for a while, the toxin was gone, and he continued to bite off his left index finger to cultivate, two days later, the twenty-ninth poison mark of the Soul Annihilation Finger, finally in the roar, the condensation sacrifice was completed, and Chang'an, who was holding the time, looked at the last bottle of toxin left, bit the index finger again, and cultivated.

Four days later, a huge bell that spread throughout the entire South Peak suddenly rang, like thunder, rolling in, enveloping all directions, instantly making all the disciples, all of them raise their heads and look at a place, and that place is the Hall of Elders, the highest palace built against the cliff in the South Peak.

In this palace, there were three old men standing at this moment, four deacons wearing purple robes, eight hall masters of various halls, and dozens of inner disciples who had come to the disciple hall early.