Master, your personality is broken

In the morning, the breeze was cool, and a little chill fell, which made Chen Xi on the mountain road sneezed. He tightened his clothes and waited quietly for the result of the spiritual root test.

Today is the four-year apprenticeship meeting of Lingfengmen.

As the world's largest sect of cultivating immortals, Lingfeng Sect has extremely strict requirements for recruiting disciples. Not only do they have to pass trials, they also need to test their spiritual roots, and they only accept 48 disciples at a time.

The first few levels of Chen Xi have passed, and only the last step is left.

During the period, the elder who tested the spirit root looked at Chen Xi suspiciously, as if he did not believe that his body could pass the test.

Chen Xi looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, handsome in appearance, with extremely good-looking brows and eyes, moist and affectionate, as if he could win people's hearts away with a frown and a smile.

Although he was wearing coarse linen clothes, he had an extraordinary temperament, which made people feel that he must not be from an ordinary family.

It's just that he is young and sickly, with a pale complexion, which looks like it has been soaked in a medicine jar, and his body is so thin that he will fall down when he is blown by the wind.

Seeing the stern face of the elder who was testing the spirit root opposite, Chen Xi felt his heart pounding, wondering if the disguise would be seen through.

Finally, the hand holding the talisman trembled slightly, and exclaimed:

"Oh my god, it's really a first-class heavenly spirit root!! It's rare to meet in a thousand years, and I bumped into it today!"

"The head and the elders must have known about it, please go to the main hall quickly, they must really want to see you!"

Lingfeng Sect has only produced a first-class heavenly root in the Qingyu Xianzun for thousands of years, and the second-class people in the past are already dragons and phoenixes.

To witness the birth of another first-class Heavenly Spiritual Root, the Immortal Elder was extremely excited.

Chen Xi looked troubled, hesitated to speak, and continued to move forward.

First-class Tianlinggen is good, but the key is that he didn't come here to be a serious teacher. He is too conspicuous, which will arouse the attention and suspicion of others.

He is from the Demon Realm and the son of the Demon Lord.

Lingfengmen and Moyu are incompatible, and the relationship has become increasingly tense in recent years.

People are knives, I am fish.

If his identity is discovered, he will become a fish sent to his door for nothing.

But he was willing to send it to his door, and in the final analysis he still wanted to live.

A few years ago, Chen Xi was seriously injured. Although he saved his life, he lost all his mana and remained half-dead, only relying on tonics to hang his breath.

Mozun searched for famous doctors and good medicines to no avail, and finally learned that the ancient artifacts of Lingfengmen can be broken into parts and live against death.

In fact, Moyu also inherited the ancient artifact, but it is not so effective.

Due to the relationship between Lingfeng Gate and Demon Realm, the Demon Lord could not come forward in person, so he sent someone to inquire about it, and the answer he got was "I don't know".

Years of negotiations failed, and Chen Xi's body could not wait any longer.

This year coincides with the Lingfengmen Apprenticeship Conference, Mozun wants to send people to sneak in under the name of apprenticeship to find the artifact.

After Chen Xi found out, he tried his best to stop it, because it was his fault, and he didn't want the innocent demons to take risks, so he decided to go into battle himself.

Mozun couldn't hold back his son, so he had no choice but to agree.

Now something went wrong in the first step, Chen Xi frowned in thought, his whole body was on the verge of death, Yue Mo was blown by the wind and lost his last breath.

He doesn't understand.

Lingen's statement was originally created by Lingfengmen. Before leaving, his father deliberately helped him pretend to be a third class according to the standard, but why did he become first class?Could it be that something went wrong in one of the links?

The level of the trial was too simple for him. He deliberately delayed the time. He wanted to be stuck in the bottom position. After that, he kept a low profile in the sect.

"The same door waits for me, the same door in front waits for me!"

Shouts suddenly sounded behind him, Chen Xi didn't know if he was calling him, but kept walking.

Hearing the voice was not the bluffing fairy just now, he was upset, and he didn't bother to turn around to confirm.

After a while, the sound of running approached. Chen Xi was on guard, but was suddenly hugged around his neck.

Although the mana is lost, the kung fu is still there.

He deftly got away, grabbed the hand and folded it outward.

"Ah—it hurts..."

There was a pig-killing scream, and Chen Xi took a closer look. Good guy, this guy looks too... Strange.

His big face was squinted and his nose was snubbed, and he also had a beard all over his face, as if he deliberately made it look ugly.

It's like a big cake with only two black sesame seeds in the middle, and the edge of the cake is sprinkled half a circle, I am afraid that the store will be embarrassed to sell it.

The man cried out in pain, his face wrinkled into a ball, and his ugliness suddenly became more distinctive.

Chen Xi lets go.

"Whiskered" shook his arm: "Sister, seeing that you are not strong, this attack is too ruthless."

Chen Xi asked, "What's the matter?"

"The bearded beard" smiled honestly: "Hey, since the establishment of Lingfengmen for thousands of years, only one first-class heavenly root has been produced. I just heard that you are the same. It's really awesome! I naturally have to catch up with others Witness the dignity in front of you!"

"Fortunately."

"Besides, you are the first one to pass the trial. Among so many apprenticeship meetings, Qingyu Xianzun took the shortest time to pass the trial. It only took a quarter of an hour. The time you spent is second only to him back then."

"First?" Chen Xi frowned.

He obviously counted them as the last ones, but the fairy who tested the spirit roots didn't mention it just now, thinking it was at the end.

It seems that the perceived passage of time in the trial is different from the outside world, well, it is even more difficult to keep a low profile now...

"You are really amazing! By the way, my name is Situ Yao," Situ Yao's eyes were full of admiration, "What's your name?"

Seeing the other party's enthusiasm, Chen Xi smiled a little: "My name is Chen Xi."

Situ Yao wanted to hug him again, but as expected, he was dodged and his hands were empty. He patted Chen Xi on the shoulder: "Chen Xi! What a name! I'm nineteen this year. Brother Chen Xi, how old are you?"

"eighteen."

"After that, you will be my younger brother," Situ Yao sighed, "Oh, younger brother, you don't look well. You are sick, are you taking medicine?"

"Have."

Chen Xi has never been afraid of interpersonal communication, but this person is too familiar.

In the past, he might have joked a few times with others, but today he is really not in the mood and doesn't want to deal with it.

Along the way, Situ Yao chattered non-stop, like a giant summer cicada chirping.

Chen Xi was expressionless, occasionally responding with a sentence or two, only regretting that the injury didn't deprive him of his hearing.

Finally seeing the figure of the main hall, Situ Yao was very excited. He grabbed Chen Xi's arm and said, "That's the Hall of Appreciation! We have to wait in the courtyard until all 48 disciples are gathered. The head, Qingyu Immortal, and the elders are here. Who do you want to worship as your teacher?"

"random."

It's not here to cultivate immortals, it's better to be an unknown master.Chen Xi managed to pull his arm out.

Situ Yao is serious: "How can you be casual! I heard that this year is the first time for Qingyu Immortal Venerable to accept apprentices. He cultivated the immortal body before he was 30 years old. He is immortal. In public, people in the Four Realms respect and fear him at the same time."

He seemed to be recalling something, and exclaimed: "I was fortunate to have seen it once from afar. Its refined temperament and handsome appearance are probably unmatched by anyone in all walks of life!"

Situ Yaoyue became more excited when he said: "For many years, Qingyu Immortal Venerable has not accepted disciples. I heard that he was persuaded to accept disciples this year, and it is very likely that it will be the last time. Now I just caught up with him, so I thought I could worship him." into his door!"

After finishing speaking, he was about to butt the people around him with his shoulder to seek approval.

But seeing Chen Xi's fragile appearance, he was afraid of knocking people out of breath, so he stopped abruptly and said: "Although the Qingyu Immortal Venerable is not easy to get along with, who wouldn't want to have a teacher who is extremely accomplished and famous all over the world?" Your honor, right?"

The prestige of Qingyu Immortal Venerable is known to everyone in the four worlds, even Chen Xi, who has been bedridden, has heard of it.

But he doesn't want to worship such a master, it's too easy to reveal his secrets.

I heard that the Immortal Venerable has a more icy temperament, and this Situ Yao talks so much, if the apprenticeship is successful, the two will complement each other.

Thinking of this, Chen Xi sincerely wished: "I hope you can get your wish."

"Haha, thank you, thank you."

The main hall is not as magnificent as imagined, but instead reveals a simple and elegant atmosphere everywhere, quite like a cultivator.

Today's trial was too exhausting, my body might not be able to hold on like this.

So, before entering the main hall, Chen Xi took out the medicine and took a pill.

There are disciples in the courtyard to guide them, and they stand in order to wait.

After about half an hour, all 48 disciples who passed the trial arrived.Everyone was arranged in order, and Chen Xi and Situ Yao naturally stood in the first row.

The door of the palace opened, and the immortals came slowly.

"Hey, hey, that's Qingyu Immortal Venerable Lin Jingran! He really lives up to his name, cleansing the lead and making him spotless!"

Chen Xi followed Situ Yao's instructions and looked over——

It was noon, the sun was a bit dazzling, he squinted his eyes subconsciously, and at this moment, the fairy in white seemed to come through the light.

Chen Xi was shocked, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity emerged spontaneously. Everything around him disappeared instantly, and only Qingyu Xianzun slowly approached in front of his eyes.

Every time the Immortal Venerable took a step, his heart trembled, and the blood in his whole body began to boil, and the blood rushed straight to his forehead, making him dizzy, and there was a fishy sweetness in his throat, and he insisted on suppressing it.

Fortunately, someone pushed him, and he turned sideways as if fleeing, closed his eyes, and panted heavily.

Situ Yao asked softly, "Chen Xi, what's the matter with you? Why is your face so pale? You're still sweating on your forehead, have you been in the sun for too long?"

Chen Xi raised his eyes reluctantly: "It's okay."

Now that the teacher apprentice meeting has started, it is hard to say anything.

Chen Xi turned around and found Qingyu Xianzun standing on the steps opposite him, also looking at him.

The four eyes met, and the heart that had finally calmed down suddenly beat like it was going to break out of the body, and the blood boiled even more violently. Chen Xi seemed to be bewitched, and walked a few steps towards the immortal, but his body couldn't support it. Fall forward.

A pair of hands caught him firmly.

Falling into the arms of the Immortal Venerable, Chen Xi's face was already pale, cold sweat flowed out, and there was only breath out of his mouth for a moment. He looked at the Qingyu Immortal Venerable in front of him in a daze, the fishy sweetness in his throat could no longer be suppressed, and he spat out blood.

The white clothes are stained with blood.

This was the last picture of him before he lost consciousness.