86_86481 Tianjian Peak.

In the hall where the candles were flickering, two men stood in it, the old man was as strong as a rainbow, and on the opposite side was a young man with a pale face, the young man's face was ordinary, but at this moment, his face was shocked when he looked at the black book that crossed the air.

Meng Xiaofan looked at the book of the Wuji Magic Skill that flew out from his chest, and his heart sank suddenly, even if he wanted to reach out and grab it, he was overwhelmed by the majestic power released by the Xingzi Zi, and this Wuji Demon Skill has been on his body all the time since he obtained it in Panlong Mountain.

When he broke through the early stage of qi refining, he wanted to put this magic book into it when he could use the Qiankun bag, after all, he was in the immortal gate, if the people in the door found out that he had a magic book hidden on his body, it might cause unnecessary trouble, but this book was very weird, no matter how he tried, this book could not be included in the Qiankun bag, so in the end, he still habitually hid the magic book on his body, after seeing various elders in the sect, they did not find out that the secret of the magic book on his body also reassured him, and then he did not worry about the magic book on his body being discovered.

However, today, Meng Xiaofan never thought that the magic book that had not been discovered would be seen through by the master of the sect and the stars, and the evidence would be collected, at this time, Meng Xiaofan couldn't help but panic in his heart, what should he do? If the hat of the devil's spy is really buckled, he will definitely not be able to escape death in the end.

"Brother, the disciple doesn't understand what the master said?"

Forced to calm down his heart, gasping for breath, he couldn't admit it no matter what, and he was not a demon spy in the first place, and this book was also obtained by her unintentionally, thinking of this, Meng Xiaofan said with difficulty under great pressure.

"What is the explanation for this magic treasure? When you fought Li Yizhen before, I vaguely felt a very faint evil aura exuding from you, at first I was not sure, but now that I see this thing, how do you make me believe in you?"

Xingzi's old hand took the dark and brick-like magic book in the air, and Xingzi looked at the smooth texture of the magic book, but after looking at it for a while, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Zhangjiao, this demonic thing was found in a cave before the disciple entered the sect, and I don't know what it is for, but it is hard and abnormal, so it has been placed on the chest for self-defense, although this thing has a trace of evil energy, but the input of true qi has not reflected a trace, you can try it if you don't believe in Zhangjiao." ”

Looking at the appearance of the master, it seems that he didn't see that this thing is a magic skill, even the four big characters of the Wuji magic skill on the paper have not been seen, it seems that only he can see the words on the book, I think he took this magic book to Song Tao and Chai Kui to watch at the time, and he didn't see a clue at that time, and he thought that this was the same situation when he came to the palm teaching, and Meng Xiaofan did not say that this thing was a magic book, but called it a magic treasure.

"Huh?"

Xingzi's big hand held the magic tome, and a vast mana was poured into it, but the pitch-black magic tome did not change at this moment, and after trying for a while, Xingzi's brows slowly relaxed from the beginning of the frown.

"Even so, it's not enough to clear your suspicions?"

Rao is like this, Xingzi did not intend to believe Meng Xiaofan, and the coercion exerted on Meng Xiaofan did not weaken at all.

"Although this thing has an evil aura, it seems that even the master did not find it aggressive, I saw that its texture was hard, and it was also a means to save my life, so I put it on my chest, if I am a person of the Demon Dao, I will not put the things that can reveal my identity into the Qiankun bag, but on my body? ”

Meng Xiaofan said with a huge coercion, his eyes flickered at noon, he didn't know what to do with this magic book, and now he can only see the four purple and gold characters on the cover, and he knows the rest.

"Hahaha, okay, this seat was tempted by you before, and now it seems that you are not from the devil's path. ”

At this moment, the master of the sect picked up the stars and suddenly let out a loud laugh, the strength reached his level, and it was completely impossible for the mental fluctuations when the other party spoke to escape his magic eyes, and according to his previous inspection, the magic treasure seemed to have no change in the input mana, thinking that the general magic treasure would resist when it encountered the mana of the immortal gate, and at this moment there was no magic treasure with a trace of evil spirit in his hand.

It seems that at this moment, it may be perennially affected by the demonic qi to be contaminated with the evil energy, and it is impossible to say that if it were not for the first-mover special of his own cultivation, he really couldn't wipe the evil qi emitted by this magic stone, the reason why he treated Meng Xiaofan like this was to test the other party, and now it seems that the other party is not an anomaly, and when the Lonely Sect accepts new disciples, it is clear that every disciple who enters the sect can only enter the sect if the family affairs are innocent, and Meng Xiaofan was born an orphan and was raised by a martial artist in Xiaotian Village since he was a child.

"Thank you for your trust. ”

At the same time, Meng Xiaofan felt the coercion exerted on him withdraw like a tide, the whole person instantly lightened, his half-kneeling body quickly stood up, looking at the star picker who had already returned to the appearance of a fairy wind and bones at this moment, Meng Xiaofan arched his hand and said, today he can be regarded as seeing the power of the master, although I don't know what kind of strength the other party has reached.

"Although this magic stone is extremely hard, but it is infected by demonic energy, you will have a subtle impact on yourself if you carry it on your body for a long time, you think about it yourself, okay, in fact, I have other things to do with you today. ”

The master slowly sat on the futon, and at the same time threw the magic book that he had not seen flaws in to Meng Xiaofan and said, what their immortal sect cultivates is the immortal law, and the demon path is mutually exclusive, if Meng Xiaofan keeps this demon on his body for a long time, it will inevitably affect himself.

"Well, the disciple knows, there are other things to do in charge of the sect to find the disciple?"

Taking the magic tome, Meng Xiaofan took a strange look at the magic tome and put it back into his arms, but listening to the words of the master, this time he was not summoned just to test him, but there was something else.

"How did you come to practice this Ancient Burial Sword Technique?"

Looking at this disciple of the Lonely Sect who was not amazing, Xingzi opened his mouth and asked, but at the same time, his eyes never left Meng Xiaofan at all.

"The disciple also accidentally saw this incomplete exercise in the library pavilion, and saw that its combat power was much stronger than the ordinary exercise, so he tried to practice, but he did not succeed at first, and the only time he succeeded in sharing the power of the heavenly Taiyin, it was that the disciple fainted, and when the disciple woke up, he found that his body was still fused with the power of the Taiyin. ”

Meng Xiaofan did not hide the process of how he succeeded in cultivation, but he did not say a word about the help of the green lantern in his body, but Rao was so that he did not dodge at all when facing the gaze of the master, from before, Meng Xiaofan vaguely knew that if he showed a trace of uncomfortable expression in front of such a strong person, he would definitely be discovered by the other party, so as to judge the falsehood of his words