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When he was brought to the dining table, Bai Zang couldn't stand it anymore, so he stuffed a dumpling into his mouth: "You can hang a bottle of vinegar on your mouth."

Xi Feng chewed it, the pork and corn stuffing was quite delicious.Then he took another one himself, and holding a small bowl, he asked Baizang, "Where is the vinegar?"

Bai Zang laughed at him: "Didn't you bring your own vinegar bottle? I specially made dumplings for you."

Xi Feng was taken aback for a moment, then realized Bai Zang's meaning, and immediately died down, losing his temper.

Luo Wuhuan looked at this, and then at that, neither eating with a dumpling nor not eating.

Fortunately, the weird atmosphere didn't last long, and was interrupted by a sudden commotion in the crowd.Everyone turned their heads to look, and it turned out that it was Elder Mingyue who had arrived.

The other candidates also heard about Elder Mingyue's deeds, and they all rushed to say hello to this strange man.

Of course they didn't know that the elder Mingyue in front of them was not the real elder Mingyue.

Adhering to her usual high-cold style, Jiang Lanyue ignored everyone, looked around, went straight to a table in the corner, and sat opposite Luo Wuhuan.

"Brother..." Luo Wuhuan gritted her teeth and suppressed her voice, "Don't sit here so grandly."

But Jiang Lanyue didn't feel the eyes around her, and asked rather puzzled, "Why?"

Luo Wuhuan was speechless for a while, and simply lowered her head and continued to eat, so as not to say any gaffes.

The people around were still watching and whispering, so Bai Zang had no choice but to put a barrier around them to isolate them from their attention.

After making sure everything was safe, Bai Zang asked, "Lan Yue, how is the situation over there?"

Jiang Lanyue nodded: "It's okay. I came here mainly to remind you that this temperament test is not really a test of temperament."

"What do you mean?" Luo Wuhuan raised her head again.

Jiang Lanyue: "The trial tower used for the Temperament Trial is actually the Zhenlong Chess Realm."

One game, one illusion, one chess, one life.The Zhenlong Chess Realm is a magic weapon that every fairy sect has, and it is usually used by disciples to go in for practice and trials.There are endless changes in the chess world, different people enter different chess games, and the chess games that the same person enters are also different every time.

To put it simply, it is a single-player breakthrough, and there is no way to cheat.

Baizang thought for a while and then he understood: "That's why Mingyin's disciples are all practicing rhythm, so this round is designated as a temperament test. In fact, as long as they can break through the Zhenlong chess realm, they will pass, and they don't stick to formalities. I didn't Are you wrong?"

Jiang Lanyue nodded.

"It turned out to be like this, it scared me to death." Luo Wuhuan breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought I was really asked to beat that broken gong into a tune."

Since this competition had nothing to do with temperament, they simply didn't even attend Elder Mingxin's temperament class afterwards.

After all, Xi Feng was very upset when he saw this person.

……

Seven days passed quickly, and the temperament test was held as scheduled.

This time there is no need to wait in line, everyone will enter the trial tower together.

In order to ensure the safety of the candidates, each of them wears a special escape talisman made by Mingyin. If you use this talisman in case of danger, you can leave the trial immediately.

Of course, leaving the trial like this is equivalent to failing the test and being eliminated.

Before going in, Bai Zang helped Xi Feng check the escape talisman: "Use it if you are really in danger, and being eliminated may not mean there is no turning point."

Xi Feng nodded: "I know, Master."

Luo Wuhuan felt that these two people were chattering away, so he directly pulled one at the other, and the three of them entered the trial tower together.

The brief darkness passed, and when Xi Feng saw clearly again, all he could see was the boundless yellow sand.

The sun was so fierce that people couldn't keep their eyes open.Xi Feng only raised his head once, and felt that his eyes were dark, and he almost lost his sight.He subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover it, but what he raised was a white-haired paw.

Xi Feng was speechless: "Could you please remind me before the next time I become burnt bones, I will be ready."

But the only response to him was the desert wind, which rudely blew him a mouthful of sand.

"Bah, bah, bah..." Xi Feng spat out the sand, and walked forward resignedly on four legs.

The desert was smaller than he had imagined. He was worried that he would get lost in it, but he didn't expect to see a small town in front of him after walking a short distance.

The city wall has been weathered to the point of being pitted, and the words on the city gate can't be read clearly, only a word "Yang" can be vaguely discerned.

"anyone there?"

Xi Feng entered the city, looked around while walking, and after looking for a long time, he finally realized that this seemed to be an empty city.

None of them.

No... wait.

Xi Feng trotted a few steps, and stood under the tower in the city.

On the high tower, hangs a dead man.

Looking at his figure, he should be a man. He was wearing white clothes, which were almost completely stained with blood. After drying, it turned into a wrinkled reddish brown, and became ragged and broken under the ravages of wind and sand.

Most importantly, he has no head.

Xi Feng stood there quietly watching for a while, feeling a little melancholy in his heart.

In the past, when the two armies fought, the enemy's dead prisoners were often hung up in demonstrations like this, but Xi Feng never liked it.The war has already caused countless killings, so why bother to torture these undead after death.

The brother above didn't even have his head, and he couldn't die without a whole body, and he couldn't rest in the ground. It was really miserable.

Xi Feng had a thought, wanted to go up and put him down, and entered the tower.

There were four floors in the tower. When reaching the third floor, Xi Feng bumped into a person's back as soon as he turned a corner.

With white hair, he turned around, looking coldly at Xi Feng with his gray-blue eyes.

Xi Feng's heart skipped a beat, and then jumped wildly.

This is... pointed to Jiang Poyue, the white-haired man with Mingyin.

"Why, you came to avenge him?" the white-haired man asked lightly.

"No." Xi Feng took a step back to avoid stepping on the white hair on the ground, "I'm just curious."

Since the white-haired man is guarding here, he might be the murderer, so Xi Feng would not be so stupid as to provoke him.

"What are you curious about? Curious about where his head went? Or how I killed him?" The white-haired man smiled softly, his face gradually becoming coquettish, and a pair of magic horns emerged from the silver-white hair.

He is a demon!

Xi Feng immediately turned around and ran out quickly, but he really couldn't surpass the speed of Tianmo.

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A string of thorns and long thorns rushed out from under Xi Feng's feet. He had no time to dodge, so he could only roll twice on the spot, then twisted and jumped, and rushed towards the white-haired man with his big furry tail.

It was obviously not his own body, but Xi Feng's movements were extremely precise and fast, his hind legs kicked the white-haired man's chest heavily, and his big tail swept his face to one side.

The smooth success of this attack surprised Xi Feng.However, in the next moment, the white-haired man's light laughter came from behind.

"It's really a big cat." He leaned against the shop door by the side of the road, taking a good look here.

It turned out to be a phantom.

Xi Feng turned around, instinctively lowered his upper body, made an offensive posture, and glared.

The other party was unhurried, playing with a strand of white fluff in his hand: "It seems that I underestimated him... Being able to tame a burning beast into a cat is also considered a good skill."

Xi Feng was caught off guard and his heart tightened.

Who is he talking about?Bai Zang?

Baizang should be the only person who has been with Fengu all this time.

"Keeping cats seems quite interesting." The white-haired man blew lightly, and the strand of white hair in his hand was blown up, turning into a golden spirit ball in the air, hiding between Xi Feng's eyebrows.

It was a cloud of memory.

The moment before he was forced to accept the memory, the white-haired man's frivolous voice rang in his ears: "Anyway, he's dead, why not be my cat?"

Xi Feng was agitated by the disgusting tone, his hairs all stood on end, but he didn't have the strength to pounce on him and bite him again.

This group of memories does not belong to Fengu, the consequence of forcibly accepting other people's memories is that his head is now in severe pain, as if it is about to split open.

The white-haired man gradually disappeared from his field of vision, replaced by a darkness in which many golden light spots danced, merged with each other, and then dispelled the darkness.

The owner of the memory was sitting in a magnificent room, and there were some tea fruit cakes on the small table in front of him, but he did not move.

Soon, a man hurried in.

At this time, his hair had not turned white, his eyes were pure ice blue, and the anxiety on his face was sincere.

The owner of the memory turned his head to look at him, and a name suddenly entered Xi Feng's mind.From this memory, Xi Feng finally learned the name of the white-haired man——Wu Zhe.

The young Tianmo imitated the etiquette of the world and bowed his fists: "Medical Immortal, Master Medical Immortal... Please save my wife!"

The person known as the Immortal Doctor was indifferent: "I won't."

"I beg you..." Wu Zhe continued to beg bitterly, and even put down his face and knelt down to him.

And he remained unmoved.

His coldness finally wears away all Wuzhe's patience, Tianmo throws off his long whip in a rage, binds him up forcibly, and escorts him to the patient's bedside.

The brocade quilt on the big bed had long been soaked with sweat, and the weak mother clutched the bed curtain with both hands, groaning in vain.

This child was difficult to deliver, she had been born for three days and three nights, if she were an ordinary person, she would have gone to see Yan Luo long ago.

It's just that more than a dozen midwives came over and tried many methods, but to no avail. The child seemed determined not to come out, motionless.

So it was really a last resort, otherwise Wu Zhe would not invite a man to deliver his wife.It's just that the parturient has gradually weakened, and if she doesn't take any action, she may really end up with two dead bodies.

However, this medical fairy is still hard-hearted and indifferent.

Wuzhe pushed him staggeringly: "Hurry up, save her!"

The Immortal Doctor's tone was very impatient: "I've said it before, I'm a doctor, no