"Go ahead. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Zhou Jingfei smiled slightly and made a way out of the way.

Ji Mingjie sat there with his eyes closed, not knowing whether he was conscious or not.

The dark-skinned disciple walked up to him with confidence, squinted his eyes and searched for his head, and after rubbing his hands, he quickly stretched out his hand.

He stared at the white hair for a long time, and only when he was sure that it was completely white did he turn around and put his hair on the plate.

However, the moment he came into contact with the black disk, his snow-white hair instantly turned black.

"How so?" the dark-skinned disciple frowned.

"Liu Hang, failure!" Zhou Jingfei said flatly.

"I can see that the hair he just took is white. ”

"yes, isn't there anything weird about that plate?"

"It's weird. ”

......

The remaining disciples discussed with each other, but seeing the two of them fail, none of them were willing to be the next experiment.

Liu Hang looked lost and retreated, and sighed.

Lan Feng was not in a hurry, it was no different to him when he was not the head disciple, it was just more convenient to do it, nothing more, so he stood behind the crowd, staring at the black plate in Zhou Jingfei's hand, his eyes flashing.

Zhou Jingfei sighed lightly, smiled at Jing Yu and said, "Jing Yu, why don't you come first." ”

Jing Yu nodded, stepped forward leisurely, and stopped beside Ji Mingjie, his face as calm as water.

After muttering for a long time, he reached out and plucked out a black hair and put it on the plate in Zhou Jingfei's hand.

"Why did Senior Brother Jing pull out a black hair?"

"Did he want to abstain?"

"Huh, look?" exclaimed one of the disciples, pointing to the plate.

The black hair on the plate, gradually faded in color, and eventually turned white.

Zhou Jingfei looked appreciative, nodded and said, "Jing Yu is promoted." ”

The two disciples who had just been eliminated stared blankly at the white hair on the black plate, unable to regret it, among which Liu Hang patted his head vigorously, and secretly said with pity: "It turned out to be a trick, why didn't I think of it?"

The corners of Jing Yu's mouth twitched, a contemptuous smile appeared in his eyes, and he retreated into the remaining four disciples.

"Next ......"

"I'm coming!" Before Zhou Jingfei could announce, a handsome-looking disciple quickly ran forward.

The other eager disciple frowned and withdrew the foot he had just taken.

"So positive?" Zhou Jingfei looked disdainful and said lightly: "Go ahead." ”

The disciple didn't think about it, he directly plucked a black hair from Ji Mingjie's head, and like Jing Yu, without the slightest hesitation, he put it in the black tray.

He looked expectant, his eyes unblinking, waiting for his black hair to turn white.

But after waiting for a long time, the black hair lay quietly next to the white hair that Jing Yu put down, and there was no change.

"It's changing. The disciple stomped anxiously.

Zhou Jingfei sighed lightly, shook his head and said, "Lu Jiajia, failure!"

"Elder Zhou, is it okay to wait a little longer?" Lu Jiajia frowned, her gaze still resting on the black hair she had plucked in the tray.

"Die, this hair color won't change, you don't have the ability to have an epiphany, and it's just a waste of time to wait. Zhou Jingfei rolled his eyelids impatiently and said indifferently: "Next." ”

......

One by one, the disciples stepped forward one by one, but only one of them plucked out his gray hair, and one of the disciples had already decided to give up, but he happened to succeed, and he immediately danced with joy, forgetting that there were many people watching the battle.

In fact, they all thought wrongly, the principle of this competition is not a trick, nor is it black and white reversed, it is just to wrap their original hair with aura, and none of these disciples have a higher cultivation than him, so no one can see the true color of this hair at all, unless they really encounter a spiritual root with an indissoluble relationship, they can really distinguish.

In fact, although Lan Feng was not an ice spirit root disciple, his cultivation had already reached the middle stage of the Yuan Infant, and it was really easy to see through this spiritual power.

Ji Mingjie was just a Jindan period monk, and what he did was just an axe in Lan Feng's eyes.

Lan Feng's gaze was not in the black plate, nor on Ji Mingjie's head, but wandering, scanning around.

There must be some secret in this venue, otherwise why would there be so many spiritual eyes?

Lan Feng disdains to become Ji Mingjie's disciple, his goal is very simple, that is, to obtain the immortal book and become the head of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, but if he passes this competition, the process will be slightly faster.

Because he didn't belong, when it was his turn, no one reminded him, Zhou Jingfei had to announce loudly: "Lan Feng, it's your turn!"

Lan Feng's eyes froze, he came back to his senses, and slowly stepped forward.

Many people had already noticed that there was a mortal disciple in the competition arena, and when Lan Feng walked out, there was an uproar.

"That person is Lan Feng, I heard that he has a backstage. ”

"It seems that yes, I heard that the two disciples who lived with him before ended up cutting their tongues and killing him violently because of bad things about him. ”

"Tut-tut, it's horrible. ”

"But I don't think the head of the house is a person who bends the law for personal gain, even if he has a backstage, he may not be able to pass the test of the head of the house. ”

......

"What a terrible thing people say. Lan Feng couldn't help but sigh in his heart, but he didn't stop, came to Ji Mingjie's side, swept his gaze lightly over his head, and pulled out a white hair.

He walked up to Zhou Jingfei, glanced up at him, and gently placed his white hair in the black tray.

Zhou Jingfei was stunned in his heart, the look in Lan Feng's eyes just now made him feel the coldness he hadn't seen for a long time again.

The white hair in the black plate was blown to the edge of the plate by the wind from nowhere, but it did not change color.

Zhou Jingfei glanced at the white hair on the edge of the black plate in surprise, pondered for a moment, and said loudly: "Lan Feng, advance!"

As soon as it was necessary, there was a lot of discussion on the field again.

And Sun Mo, who was also sitting on the viewing platform, stared at him, and his brows tightened.

At this time, Ji Mingjie suddenly opened his eyes and stood up from the ground, and Zhou Jingfei hurriedly stepped forward to help him clean the wrinkles on his clothes.

"The three finalists stepped forward. Ji Mingjie's voice was cold.

Lan Feng followed behind the other two, and the last one stepped forward.

Ji Mingjie's gaze glanced at Lan Feng, and chuckled: "It's worthy of being a desireless spirit, not bad." ”

Hearing this, Jing Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he glanced at Lan Feng with a complicated expression.

"Li Jingfei, you go down first, and the next final will be tested by me. Ji Mingjie looked straight ahead and waved his hand lightly.

Li Jingfei bowed slightly, nodded, and retreated respectfully.

"The three of you, each holding a flying sword to compete, and finally meet the requirements, you can directly become my disciples. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.