In the six-sided jade box of the third level, Mo Li stayed for the longest time. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info waited for a long time, and when she came out, her eyes were slightly red.

The two disciples looked at each other, nodded and said, "Congratulations on passing the three rounds of tests of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, from today onwards, you will be a disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, a three-month assessment period, and after passing, you will become an official disciple." ”

"Thank you for the accommodating of the two senior brothers. Mo Li hugged his fists at the two disciples, pondered for a moment, and suddenly raised his head and said, "Are there any requirements to become the head disciple?"

The two disciples looked stunned, their eyes swept over the little face like Mo Li, and they said in surprise: "You want to become the head disciple?"

"Yes. Without hesitation, Mo Li replied lightly.

One of the disciples suddenly laughed, he shook his head, and sighed: "It's a pity, if it was the previous head, you might be directly qualified to run for the head disciple, but now, our head already has an apprentice." ”

Mo Li's eyes condensed slightly, and she sighed a little, she chuckled: "It's okay, you just need to tell me, what are the conditions for your head to accept apprentices?"

"You're so stubborn. Frowning, one of the disciples shook his head and said, "Actually, I don't know what the standard for the head of the sect to accept apprentices is, but based on his character, he shouldn't accept a second apprentice." ”

As he spoke, he looked Mo Li up and down a few more times, slurred his lips, and exclaimed: "I'm an upright person, noncommittal, you're so good-looking." ”

Mo Li's expression was as usual, and he bowed slightly and said, "Senior Brother Xie praises." ”

"Our head of the sect has already been in retreat since he came back from Vermilion Bird Mountain, so let's do it, you pass the three-month review period first, and then I can help you say a few good words to Elder Yue, there are no disciples under his old man, as long as you behave better, it is also good to become an elder disciple." ”

"Isn't the Xiuzhen Alliance going to hold a head exchange meeting in a month?" asked Mo Li.

"You know a lot. One of the disciples scratched his head and shook his head helplessly: "The head of the retreat is different from other monks, he seems to be able to come out at any time, and sometimes I am thinking about what kind of cultivation I can increase in a month." ”

In fact, all of them didn't know that after two hundred years, coupled with the improvement of Lan Feng's own cultivation, the colorful space was already fifteen times faster than the real world.

One year in the outside world, fifteen years in the colorful space, and one month in the outside world is one year and three months in the space.

"Hehe, it's okay. Mo Li curled his lips slightly and nodded.

This smile seemed casual, but in the eyes of the two disciples, it was a smile that made people feel uneasy.

"Division...... Since my junior sister has joined my Ten Thousand Swords Sect, she should tell her name, and we can record it. The voice was a little unsteady, and a disciple couldn't help but ask.

"My parents are dead, and my clan is wiped out, so just call me Ah Li. It was supposed to be a sad word, but Mo Li's expression didn't have a trace of waves, which made people feel even more distressed.

The two disciples glanced at her sympathetically, and one of them sighed deeply and said with pity: "Senior Sister Ah Li, don't be too inferior, for the homeless, the head of the sect has instructed you to take special care of the ......."

Before the disciple finished speaking, he was pulled aside by another disciple standing on the side, "You are stupid, these are the things that the head of the sect told us, what are you telling others to do? Besides, if you say this, as a vulnerable group, will she feel better?"

The disciple suddenly realized, turned around with a depressed face, and said to Mo Li: "Senior Sister Ah Li, there may be something wrong with the way Senior Brother spoke just now, don't take it to heart." ”

Mo Li chuckled and shook his head, "It's okay. ”

"In that case, I'll take you to Jingyixuan first. The disciple who had just spoken slapped his waist, and the gray flying sword flew out of the scabbard with a "swish" and floated in front of him.

"Come on. The young disciple jumped and jumped on the flying sword first, pressing the flying sword lower.

Mo Li blinked, stepped on it, and shook his body slightly a few times, and finally stabilized.

The disciple smiled proudly, combined his two fingers and pointed forward, and the flying sword under his feet suddenly shook, and then turned into a long rainbow, and disappeared into the misty night with the two of them.

Speaking of Lan Feng, after returning from Vermilion Bird Mountain, he sealed the gate of the Purple Moon Pavilion and never came out again.

Unconsciously, half a month passed in a hurry, and Lan Feng, the time spent in the colorful space, had passed for more than half a year.

But to be honest, even if there is more than a year, for monks, it is simply whimsical to improve their cultivation, and during this period of time, Lan Feng did not cultivate his own cultivation, but concentrated on studying two things.

The first is the Shura machete left for him by Zuo Xiang, since the mad master asked him to carry this thing all the time, it must have an effect.

But he studied it for several months, and he didn't find any aura fluctuations in it, and the most surprising thing for him was that he observed this thing from beginning to end, and he couldn't even find the spiritual eye, it looked like a mundane weapon at all, but the material, like the black thorn ball, had never been seen before.

The black thorn ball is powerful enough to hold the Qing Tribulation, so it is absolutely impossible to really be an ordinary magic weapon, its material must be very unique.

After spending another month on it and making no progress, he began to work on a second artifact.

The second thing is naturally the seven-star coffin that he got from Situ Jin.

This coffin is one foot long and half a foot wide, and it exudes a rich cold atmosphere, which makes people shudder.

Lan Feng placed the seven-star coffin on the superb crystal coffin, closed his eyes and contemplated, and his divine sense spied inward.

But it didn't take long for him to open his eyes suddenly, and his face showed a look of horror.

"There's a corpse in there......" Lan Feng couldn't help but take two steps back, relieving the fear in his heart, he shook his head, "No, he's still breathing, he shouldn't be dead." ”

Lan Feng stood stunned and slowed down for a long time, took a deep breath, and his divine sense spied inside again.

There was a misty green light inside, and the smell of rotting corpses permeated the surroundings, and at the bottom of the coffin, there was a middle-aged man lying with his eyes closed and his chest rising and falling slightly, who should not be dead.

Looking closely, the inner wall of the coffin is carved with some strange runes, exuding an ancient atmosphere, faintly, and the surrounding area should be forbidden seals, forming a forbidden lock in the center of the coffin's mid-air.

Lan Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, strengthening his divine sense, and was about to continue deeper into the forbidden lock, when a cold cold air came from below, causing his heart to sink.

Frowning, he looked down, it was okay not to look at it, but this time, he only felt a chill in his back.

The middle-aged man lying under the coffin had opened his eyes at some point and stared straight at him.