The night is low, the water and sky are the same color, and it is also gloomy. From a distance, you can see the hazy lights of the Shanshui Islands. The vast shadows rise and fall in the sound of the tides, like a peach blossom in the past, quiet and beautiful.

The Demon Fighting Field is a famous large building in the Shanshui Islands. It is managed by the Deacons of the Shanshui Sect. There is a Demon Fighting Field in every ten islands for the disciples of the Shanshui Sect to fight monsters, learn, receive tasks, etc.

Shanshui Sect adopts open management of disciples in the sect, but it has a steel-like order. Without rules, it cannot be square. This is also one of the reasons why Shanshui Sect has settled and has a prominent reputation in a corner of the mainland.

At this moment, Su Xian, who wanted to enter the Demon Fighting Arena, was being interrogated by the manager of Shanshui Sect.

"Name." asked the middle-aged man.

"Su Xian."

"Age, cultivation, sect, and the place to fight demons?"

"I first entered the seventeenth stage and my cultivation was at the seventh level of the demon spirit, and I belonged to Qingqiu Sect. I came to the demon fighting field for the king's magic hanging on a square wooden plaque, and I have no form."

Su Xian's honest answer made the middle-aged man who registered the information reveal his eyebrows, and a little moved in his lowered expression. What made his heart turbulent was not Su Xian's name and sect, but just a routine question. What really surprised him was Su Xian's current cultivation and the purpose of coming to the demon-fighting arena.

The seventh-level demon spirit of seventeen years old is definitely not an unknown person when he was placed in Shanshui Sect. At least he has the qualification to become an inner sect, and he is only one step away from his core disciple.

As for which sect Qingqiu Sect is, middle-aged people don’t care at all. There are many small gangs in the world, how could he know them well?

Also, this person actually came for the sake of formlessness!

"Wu Formless" is an auxiliary king technique. Cultivators can change their faces based on the formlessness. This technique is also suitable for monsters, monsters and other living creatures. However, once the formlessness is changed, whether it is a cultivator or a monster, their cultivation will be greatly reduced. There is no accurate standard for the specific reduction, but according to its effectiveness, middle-aged people can't help but sneer. This is obviously a useless king technique, or a thankless kind.

"Are you serious?" the middle-aged man asked with his eyebrows raised, his eyes shining brightly, and he carefully looked at the boy in black robe in front of him.

Su Xian smiled indifferently and nodded, "Do I seem to be here to joke?"

Immediately, the middle-aged man took out a token and threw it to Su Xian, advising: "This task has been dead for a few days and no one has ever been concerned about it. I always think that only those with a thorn in their brains will come to pick it up. Young man, why can't you think so much when you see you are young and successful? Hold this token, someone will come to pick you up later."

After saying that, the middle-aged man took out a divine sound transmission bead and informed him, shook his hand and asked Su Xian to free him, and then began to register information for the next person.

In less than half an hour, an inner disciple wearing Shanshui Xuanyi appeared, glanced at Su Xian coldly, took Su Xian's information from the middle-aged man, and then took Su Xian away from the island with the flying monster roaring beast, the common one of Shanshui Sect.

The roaring bird was not big, and it was just right to carry two people. It was very fast. After spreading its wings, it passed by most of the Shanshui Islands in just a moment. Then it sank and was about to land in the core area of ​​the Shanshui Sect.

There are hundreds of islands in the Shanshui Islands, a bit like the 108 peaks of the Qingqiu Gate in the Tianxuan Mountains. This core area is the residence of most inner disciples. There are formations nearby, and the demonic aura is as rich as fog, as if using a trick to use. Those who don’t know think it is the evaporated mist sea water.

"It's not that easy for you to take this task, you have to pass the test. Recently, I have received eight practitioners like you who are lucky enough to be in the entire Shanshui Islands. Without exception, they all failed the test and returned in disappointment. I hope you are not the ninth person who wasted my time in cultivation."

The inner disciple's tone was a little unhappy, as if he was reluctant to be arranged to pick up someone like Su Xian who had taken the task.

After the birds chant the ground, there was a quiet courtyard around it, not as noisy as outside, with cold branches and leaves paving the road, and the paths were secluded. At the end was a wooden house with candlelight. This was not like an excellent practice site, but more like a secluded place for visitors to rest and live temporarily.

"This is Haifeng Island, located in the center of Shanshui Islands, specially designed to receive distinguished guests of Shanshui Sect. The person who issued the mission is in the wooden house. You must not cause rash things after entering. Don't blame me for not reminding you that even if you practiced to the seventh level of the demon spirit at the age of seventeen, you can't afford to offend the people inside, and you can't beat them even if you offend them."

"Okay, go there. I'll wait for you here. Test it carefully. If you pass, I will also be rewarded. Otherwise, don't blame me for showing you a bad face."

After saying that, the inner disciple leaned against Yin Hainiao with his chest in his arms, and began to close his eyes and rest with a tired look on his face.

Although this person's tone was not good, Su Xian was not interested. He walked across the path in just a few seconds and knocked on the closed door.

"Come in." A cold female voice came from the room.

squeak--

Su Xian pushed open the wooden door, and the room was full of antique decorations, including piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, incense and candlesticks, and there was a curling smoke. There was a strange fragrance in the smoke, which was refreshing and energetic, but it added a sense of mystery to the slim figure beside the table.

"Sit down, don't be restrained."

Next to the table, the woman was wearing a white leather mask. Her facial features had clear facial features but her eyes were not hollowed out. It was very scary. She sat quietly on the side, her black hair was like a waterfall, her shoulders were as fragrant as a slim and her body was soft. Her elegant and black skirt covering her whole body could not hide her imaginative figure, cold and dignified, so cold and refined.

How could Su Xian be restrained? Although he was indeed shocked by the white mask, he quickly calmed down, found a chair and sat down next to the table.

"Are you coming for the sake of the formlessness?" the woman said coldly.

Su Xian said: "That's right."

The woman was not in a hurry at all, poured Su Xian a cup of fragrant tea, and asked without any pain: "What are you using this kind of auxiliary magic trick to do with a detour?"

"This is also part of the test?" Su Xian did not answer positively, but took a sip of tea and asked back.

The woman slightly pointed her head.

"I have a big hobby, which is that I like to collect some messy magic. The more inexplicable it is, the more valuable it is to study it." Su Xiancai couldn't tell this person. He seemed serious, but in fact he made up an excuse casually.

Hearing this, the woman was slightly stunned. She had heard eight strange answers these days, some were real and some were false, and some even just perfunctorily said that she was brain-related, but the first person who was serious and nonsense like Su Xian was the first.

"Actually, I think Wuxiang is for people with secrets. Are you right?" The woman's voice was like the bright moon in winter, cold and far away, but there was a kind of soul-sighted power that hit the heart and penetrated Su Xian's thoughts in one sentence.

Indeed, "Wu Form" seems to be a crooked way, but this is just the idea of ​​those who have eyes and no eyes. The more secrets they have to cover up, the more they need "Wu Form". This is the true value of this auxiliary king technique.

"That's right, then?" Su Xian nodded calmly, agreeing with this person's statement.

Su Xian clearly felt a pair of beautiful eyes looking at him, and the woman said slowly: "Su Xian, the seventh-level demon spirit of seventeen years old, is quite talented. However, eight people took on this task before, and there were many of them with higher cultivation than you. After I said the task requirements, they all retreated. Do you think you can do it?"

"How can I know if I can't do it if you don't tell me the specific requirements?"

Su Xian rolled his eyes and revealed a helplessness. He felt as if he was talking to an idiot. This expression made the woman in front of him slightly annoyed, but she covered it up very well and endured it without saying anything.

Then, Su Ruxue spoke and explained: "In the sea area under the jurisdiction of Shanshui Sect, there is a deserted island. This island has not been reclaimed by people and is considered a place of training. There is a strange thing on it called Xumai Xuanmu. This mysterious wood has the effect of helping people reshape meridians. It is the most important medicinal material for the fifth-level reshaping pill, but you may not know that every hundred years..."

Before this person finished speaking, Su Xian on the opposite side took over the conversation and said calmly: "Every hundred years, a heart vein will be born from the Xuanmu of the Suzuki. This vein is green and green, only one finger long, and has a wide range of uses. It can be called a fifth-level monster, but there must be a accompanying monster called Qingmai Xindaoluan. This vein is a different species, with its cultivation level above the Demon King and under the Demon Sect, and it is swaying. You want to find someone to restrain the Qingmai Xindaoluan to facilitate you to obtain the Heart vein of the Xuanmu of the Suzuki, right?"

The moment Su Xian finished speaking, Su Ruxue was obviously stunned for a while, and the room was as silent as a pool.

After a moment, Su Ruxue smiled, looked shocked, and said calmly: "You are indeed extraordinary compared to the previous eight people. You are right, so do you still have to take on this task?"

In fact, the two of them tacitly explained that the Qingmai Xindaoluan is different from other monsters. It is a strange companion monster, similar to a blood demon butterfly. Although it has wind attributes, it is petite and does not have very powerful combat capabilities. It has divine sense attack methods.

Su Ruxue didn't say it because she was sure that Su Xian knew this.

Su Xian didn't say it because he was confident.

"Why don't you accept it?" Su Xian said for granted.

Su Ruxue didn't know whether Su Xian was conceited or confident, and confirmed again: "Are you sure? I don't want to harm the innocent."

"Your white mask is useless to me, why am I not sure?" Su Xian raised his lips and said nonsense, but Su Ruxue was shocked again. His picturesque face was covered with frost, with a hint of solemnity on his face, staring at Su Xian tightly.

Su Ruxue knew that Su Xian's words meant that he had seen his appearance clearly through the mask, but Su Ruxue already had a third-level divine consciousness. Why was she not disturbed after Su Xian explored the mask? Unless it was a fourth-level or stronger divine consciousness, how could Su Xian do this silently?

In other words, the boy who smiled and sipped tea in front of him had at least a fourth-level divine consciousness?

This is a bit outrageous!

Is he a monster?

How could such a genius appear in this backward place with a seventeen-year-old fourth-level divine mind?

Su Ruxue has always felt that her third-level divine consciousness is enough to look down on her peers. Could it be that this person concealed his real age?

"Are you serious?" Su Ruxue said in surprise.

Su Xian narrowed his eyes, and seemed to have a flash of frivolity in his eyes. He put down the teacup and said, "Why are you a mother-in-law? Is there any benefit to lying to me? It's quite good. Among the people I've seen, it's probably third."

Hearing the sound, a hint of shame and anger appeared on Su Ruxue's pretty face, and her eyes were filled with anger. What does it mean to be quite beautiful? Only third?

Have you read it carefully?

As a result, Su Xian's next sentence almost made Su Ruxue go wild. He seemed to have compared it seriously in his heart, and finally changed his words: "If you say it wrong, you should rank fourth."

"You...you are the ugliest I have ever seen! None of them! Get out of here now, I will go to find you tomorrow morning, and we will set off at that time."

As he spoke, Su Ruxue pointed at the door in anger, her chest slightly undulating, and her meaning was self-evident.

"Hey hey hey, I'm telling the truth, I won't take you to attack me like this."

Su Xian wondered, did he say this wrong? He really said this after a very responsible judgment.

However, feeling the murderous intent around him that was almost condensed into substance, Su Xian still felt that it was not suitable to stay here for a long time, so he stood up decisively and walked out the door.

Anyway, I passed this test.

"Wait. What is your first monster?" Suddenly, a question with anger came from behind.

This made Su Xian's back tremble suddenly, pause for a moment, then pretended to be without abnormality and continued to walk forward without looking back: "How can strangers reveal their monster information at will? This is a taboo. But it doesn't matter to tell you that my first monster is Xuantian Turtle."

As Su Xian walked away, his answer became more and more low and more ethereal, but Su Ruxue was not a naughty man. She had already captured the strangeness when Su Xianchu heard her question. At this moment, she suppressed her inner doubts, her cold eyes were slightly cold, and her spiritual thoughts were watching Su Xian ride on the chanting bird and leave.

"Is Xuantian Turtle? Why am I a little unbelievable?"

"Thank you for saving your life by this last name."

In the wooden house, Su Ruxue took off her white mask and revealed a thrilling face. Her eyelashes were full of green wetness, as if there were some bad memories. Those lonely and cruel memories flashed quickly in the smoke screen in the trance of her lowered eyebrows, causing frost to condense in her beautiful eyes again.
Chapter completed!