The apprentice is tempted every day on the edge of madness

The new election day is limited to April, and now it is at the last minute.

Xiangong Ling saw Li Xian's progress.Although there is still a lot of gap compared with most of the quasi-inner disciples, the potential is not much less.

Even so, Lixian's luck, in the eyes of some people, is already too much. This kind of excess, after they have passed through layers of selection, is particularly unfair. This sense of injustice is enough to erase All his advantages.

So what about high talent and great potential? !If they can get this opportunity, it is uncertain who will win.

"Lingsi, it's not impossible for you to keep a famous disciple. We trust your knowledge and insight." The thick and blue voice was clear, and everyone within a few miles could hear it clearly. The one who spoke was Yizhang Si Xing Lao's eyes were full of steady precipitation, whether he was punished or not, had already penetrated into his life.

"But no matter what, it's okay if I need to wait for a try. If this young man is willing to enter the final trial, he will be a person who has exhausted his spirit."

Perhaps considering the grievances of others, when Yi Zhang Si asked to leave the string and enter the final stage of the trial, Xiangong Ling agreed without hesitation, still convinced.

The last level changes according to the practice of the practitioner. Generally speaking, it is not life-threatening, but it can sharpen the state of mind.Moreover, Xing Xing, the director in charge, promised that no matter whether Li Xian can withstand the test or not, he will still be named Qingling, and he will be dealt with by Xiangong Ling after that.

He said to the young man via voice transmission: "Don't be afraid, I will protect you."

Li Xian nodded slightly, took a few steps out in full view of the crowd, and stood in front of the teleportation formation, inside his sleeves, in his hand, the dark lines flashed and disappeared.It was the heart protection thing that Xiangong Ling temporarily printed, if there was real danger, Xiangong Ling would feel it.

The young man's dark lacquered eyes quickly glanced at Xiangong Ling, who was not very happy or angry, but his eyes never left him.Li Xian found the bottom line, suppressed his emotions and kept focused, looked at the big formation in front of him, and stepped forward.

The dense fog covered the face, and when it dispersed a little bit, Li Xian still hadn't detected it clearly, and a person exclaimed:

"Someone has joined the battle!"

They have been trapped here for a long time, and there are all kinds of hallucinations between the true and the false. If someone hadn't entered the trial again, I am afraid that there would not be this moment of clarity.Seeing the passing of time, although I can't tell how many days have passed, I always know that it is time to make it through. How come there are still people joining the battle when it is about to end? !

When the fog dissipated, a figure appeared, and all the trapped people probed their heads to check, only to see the appearance and figure of the coming person, many monks were amazed, and after a closer look, there were quite a few disappointed people.

I heard someone sneer: "The way is so shallow, are you making a joke? It can't be another hallucination, right? Make a little boy to play with us?"

Li Xian didn't pay attention to it, and didn't look at anyone present, so Gu Zi wanted to go elsewhere.

"You stop!"

A man blocked his way with a trick, and said, "Who are you? What are you doing here?!"

Li Xian stopped and frowned displeasedly: "Whatever you are doing, I will do."

But Lixian's Taoist rank is really superficial. In the eyes of others, the only redeeming feature is his delicate and indisputable face. No one will believe that he is eligible for election.

Just when the man was about to laugh at him for wanting a child to play house, someone with sharp eyes spoke first:

"Look, the pattern case on his hair belt, could it be Zi Ting Xiaoyun, the chief disciple?

For a moment, people who didn't care about the situation here before all cast their gazes here.

It just feels bad to leave the strings.How could such a detail be noticed so quickly?The hair band on his head was the one left by the master to tie his hair... It feels really bad to be watched by these people.

Seeing that Li Xian did not utter a word to deny it, everyone's moods became complicated for a while, and everyone had their own thoughts.

The person who got up to stop him earlier also stood there not knowing what to do, neither did he stop him, nor did he stop him.

"Get out of the way." Li Xian's voice sounded coldly, and at the same time, a trace of scarlet flashed strangely in his eyes.

The man was a little hesitant at first, but when he saw that this mere child in front of him was so defiant, he became more and more embarrassed.On his family day, who wasn't jealous or afraid of him, how many dared to show his face like this? !

The man felt a fire burning, together with the jealousy he didn't want to admit.Just when he was about to break through his rationality, a chill penetrated straight through, awakening him instantly.

The monk had keen senses, and he was sure that the daunting sense of danger was not an illusion.

The man looked at the young man again in amazement, only to feel that the menace in the lacquered eyes was about to overflow, forming a terrifying contrast with the beautiful facial features. At that moment, his soul seemed to be severely crushed.

"Get out of the way." The young man in front of him repeated in a low voice, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his pupils fluttered, appearing extremely harmless.

At this time, the man suddenly seemed to be dazed, and slowly moved back to the side obediently, bent over and sat down, and there was no movement.

Some people stopped paying attention only after seeing the man's silent concession.The idea of ​​watching a good show fell through, and he still hadn't escaped. Who would care about other people's affairs so easily.Just like that, I missed the slightly dazed and slack pupils of the man earlier.

The young man withdrew his expression, took advantage of the thick fog that lingered for a long time, and walked away from here.

The plain-colored robe fluttered with the wind, and the beauty and gentleness disappeared, replaced by gloominess and coldness, as if a sudden change of person.

As we walked forward, the dense fog seemed to spread more and more, gradually obscuring people's sight, and the aura of the surrounding monks seemed to be swallowed up.In the distance where I can't figure out the direction, it seems that there are flowers and warbler's words, which are not real and erratic, real and false.

The young man closed his eyes, the aura of delusion in his eyes gradually subsided, and when he looked at the compound eyes again, his eyes were full of complex meanings that were not clear.

His consciousness has become hazy, and in this haze, a figure that couldn't be more clear flashed past, without warmth, like a dream.

"...Brother..."

Only the young man murmured, the voice was extremely soft, and soon dissipated in the air.