The Fairy in Fast Time

Wanmei was taken aback for a moment, she looked down at Xiao Douding who only reached her thigh, and took the other's jade token hesitantly.

When Feng Yunzong selected disciples, the ages of those who passed the assessment were generally around twelve or thirteen years old, and the youngest would not be younger than eight years old, but today...

"This is indeed a jade card that passed three rounds of selection." Qing He pondered, "It has the spiritual power bestowed by Junior Brother Qing Yuan."

"...Single wood spirit root, this child's aptitude is really good." Wanmei looked at the information written on the jade plate, a smile appeared in her dark pupils, she knelt down to meet Wen Han's eyes, Softly said: "Your name is...Wen Han?"

——No, my name is not Wen Han, please call me Shuaibi.

"En." Xiao Linggen nodded, his black and white eyes were clear to the bottom, and he looked like the best-behaved baby in the world, instantly capturing Wanmei.

Qinghe, who was standing aside, raised his eyebrows when he saw this, and looked at all this with interest while holding his sword.

Seeing this, Wanmei stretched out her hand and hugged Wen Han in her arms, stood up and walked towards the Chengqing Hall not far away, and said in a gentle voice: "When you choose the peak master, put this jade card on the corresponding Just below the name of the peak master."

As she spoke, she put the jade tablet into Wen Han's hand.

Holding the sign, Wen Han was silent for a moment, several small black balls flashed before his eyes, so fast that Wen Han had no time to catch them.

……Um?what?

Wen Han frowned, then raised his eyes to look at the magnificent Chengqing Hall.

But after looking around, he found that apart from the huge statues placed in the hall, there were only a few long wooden tables with exquisite workmanship.

And on top of the long wooden table...

portrait! ?

Wen Han suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"These are the portraits of the ten peak masters of our Feng Yunzong, and on the table are the scrolls of information about each peak master. You can check them carefully. Once you put the jade card into the box under the portrait, it cannot be changed. , so you must choose carefully." Wanmei whispered in Wen Han's ear, with the softness unique to women.

Wen Han turned his head a little uncomfortably, and responded in a low voice: "Well... sister, let me go."

"It's okay, you're not heavy." Wanmei chuckled, with a little charm in her brows and eyes, and a faint light flashed in her eyes.

Wen Han frowned slightly, for some reason, he always felt that something was wrong.

"I choose Peak Master Hongmeng." Xiao Linggen, who was held in the arms of the woman, said softly. Then, he blinked his eyes and turned his head to ask Wanmei: "Which one is Peak Master Hongmeng?"

"It's this." Wanmei Lian moved lightly, walked to the table near the statue, and said softly, "Think about it."

"En." Wen Han nodded, and looked around calmly.

Mom sells criticism, didn't that bastard Shen Yanzhi say that he was waiting for him in the Chengqing Palace? ?

Hasn't the personality change been completed yet?

and many more……

Wen Han listened carefully, and finally found something wrong.

This place is so quiet, and...

Also too empty.

It stands to reason that for a sect as big as Feng Yunzong, recruiting disciples must be a big deal.

During the first two rounds of selection, Feng Yunzong disciples in white clothes and holding swords could be seen everywhere. As a result, they passed all the assessments and reached the final step, but there were only two disciples guarding them.

What's more, half an hour has passed, but there is no second person who passed the hanging ladder...

Wen Han clearly remembered that when they passed the hanging ladder, a big brother walking behind him and Si Kongyan was not far away from them.

Plus……

Wen Han squinted at the ten black and white portraits placed in front of the long table, and then glanced at the black box in front of the portraits, feeling a chill in his heart.

What the hell, it really looks like a posthumous photo and an urn, with two white candles next to it, it will be a small mourning hall!

Wanmei smiled and said, "Just put the jade token in."

Wen Han pursed his lips, and tightened his grip on the jade token. Then, he asked the system to randomly transfer a knife for him from Nuannuan.

[System: Alright, three, two, one! 】

"Shh-"

A pitch-black sickle appeared out of nowhere in Wen Han's hands, about two meters long, with a silver chain wrapped around the part connecting the knife and the handle.

only……

Wen Han: You actually brought me a sickle! ?Did you forget that I'm only a six year old baby :)

[System: It's okay, you are a spiritual root, born with supernatural power. 】

[System: What's more, this is not a perfect fit for the sentence [——Show me my two-meter-long sword! ]……? 】

Wen Han: What the hell.

The nonsense with the system was only for a moment, Wen Han used a clever effort to break free from Wanmei's embrace, and after a few breaths, the distance between the two was opened.

Wanmei looked at Wen Han at a loss, her beautiful almond eyes were filled with mist in an instant, and her appearance of crying or not was very pitiful, "What's wrong?"

Wen Han put the sickle across his chest, the smile on his face remained the same, his voice was still as soft as ever, "It's nothing, I just feel..."

"You don't look like Feng Yunzong's disciples at all."

At the same time, Qinghe, who was standing not far away, also walked over slowly.

"This is the unique badge of Feng Yunzong disciples." Wanmei held up a green jade badge, and said with a gentle expression: "It can't be fake."

Hearing this, Wen Han tilted his head and said, "Then, why are there only the two of you here?"

"The disciples of Feng Yunzong in the previous two rounds can be seen everywhere, why are you two left here?"

Wen Han closed his eyes, [peeping] saw that there were more and more small black balls that flashed by before, and the place where Wanmei and Qingyuan were standing was the origin of the black balls.

——Magic cultivator...

"Shh-"

At this moment, dark red blood spurted out from Xiao Linggen's chest, and the strong smell of blood mixed with pure aura permeated the air, which was enough to drive countless cultivators crazy.

——Tianlinggen, every part of the body is a tonic to promote the practitioner's cultivation realm, and there are no side effects.

"Ah... the blood of Tianlinggen..." The old man who was over sixty years old stood behind Wen Han, with a chilling smile on his wrinkled face, and his right hand was inserted six times. year old boy's back.

Wen Han forcibly swallowed the blood from Chung Dao's throat, held back the pain, and slashed the person behind him with his backhand.

Damn, the feeling of being penetrated by a stranger is so disgusting.

[System: Oh shit, when did that old man show up! ? 】

Wen Han: You don't even know how I could know—!

[System: Fortunately, I didn't forget to reduce your pain by 70.00%...]

The old man immediately leaned back, but even so, he was caught off guard by Wen Han and cut his cheek.

Seeing this, Xiao Linggen turned around and jumped, his posture was treacherous and changeable, and he was more than ten meters away from the three of them in a blink of an eye.

"Moxiu." The blood-stained child looked at them with a sneer, the scythe in his hand glowed with a cold light.

"My lord." Wanmei and Qinghe stepped forward to salute the old man, "Why are you here?"

"My time limit is approaching. If I don't make a breakthrough, I will run out of time." The old man squinted his eyes and looked at the children not far away. A cold and evil light appeared in his eyes, and the black devilish energy emanating from his body became stronger and stronger. Full-bodied, swaying behind him with teeth and claws.

Wen Han stood there unmoved, his smile unchanged, and the wound on his body was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, so Xiao Linggen was fine now except for a little pale face.

As the saying goes, there is blood between the eyebrows, and peonies on the clothes, the more you smile, the more lonely you become.

The system that accidentally heard the voice of the host: ...

"If you are obedient and obedient, you will suffer less." The old man smiled kindly, but against the blood-stained hands, he was not convincing at all.

"Come and catch me if you have the ability." Wen Han smiled mischievously (thinking himself), then he turned around and ran towards the gate of Chengqing Palace.

The next moment, a dozen or so black chains flew out from Wanmei's cuffs, and the graceful woman flew up and flew straight towards Xiao Linggen.

Wen Han bit his bloodless lips, and became more and more proficient in using floating shadow steps.

Although more than half of the wound had healed, the actual damage to him was ten to ten.

That dead old man, wait for his man to blow his head off!

So why hasn't Shen Yanzhi appeared yet—!

One-on-three is really unrealistic for him!

"Well……"

Wen Han suddenly fell into a warm embrace, and the familiar Leng Xiang immediately enveloped him.

"...Why did you come here?" Xiao Linggen immediately threw away the sickle in his hand, and complained aggrievedly, his voice still tinged with tears.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it took me a while to crack the barrier." Shen Yanzhi pressed the tip of his nose against the warm and cold eyes, and there was a hint of doting in his long and narrow peach eyes. When the smell of blood came out, his eyes darkened instantly.

Then, holding Wen Han with one hand, he raised his wide sleeve to roll up the chains that hit him, and struck back with huge spiritual power.

Then, Wanmei, who was manipulating the chains, couldn't dodge and was hit hard. The fiery spiritual power was guided into the body along the chains, gnawing all the bones in Wanmei's body in an instant.

"what--!"

A shrill scream overflowed from the mouth of the beautiful woman, and Wanmei flew upside down and hit the stone pillar of the Chengqing Hall, as if she had died.

"Does it hurt?" Shen Yanzhi didn't look at Wanmei's end, he raised his hand to caress Xiao Linggen's back, his hand trembled slightly when he touched the wetness, and the dazzling red imprinted into his eyes.

"It's okay." Wen Han coquettishly said, put his arms around Shen Yanzhi's neck and rubbed his cheek affectionately, and said the words without going through his brain, "It doesn't hurt to see you."

Shen Yanzhi closed his eyelids slightly and said nothing, but just kissed his forehead with his lips, there was a permeating chill in his dark pupils, and his voice became softer and softer.

"rest assured……"

"Those who hurt you, I will make them pay back thousands of times."