Painting of the Nine Immortals

"However, I can count your marriage." Ling Xian sneered.

"Aunt and grandmother are fragrant in nature, and those who chase me like river fish and carp need you to count?" The girl pouted.

"Hey, she doesn't need it, I use it."

The young man in black smiled charmingly, he could understand it, even if Ling Xian was not proficient in face to face, he knew a little or two.

Therefore, he really wanted Lingxian to calculate marriage.

"Let me see."

Ling Xian smiled slightly, her fingers moved twice, and her expression became a little weird.

This caused the young man in black to sink his heart, carefully: "Is there no companion I hit?"

"That's not it."

Ling Xian glanced at the young man in black and looked at the girl again, and smiled, "You two, you have a marriage."

"Me and him?" The girl stunned, and then dismissed: "What a joke, you liar come and flirt with me again."

The young man in black was stunned. He looked at the pretty girl madly, and his heart beat a few times.

"Still the same, believe it or not."

Ling Xian smiled slightly, his face-to-face technique is not omnipotent. It can only be calculated that the two have a fate. Whether they can finally come together depends on God's will.

"Huh, I see. You're a liar."

The girl snorted and gave the young man a sideways glance, and said, "Just him, how do you deserve to be my companion?"

"The word love is the most elusive."

Ling Xian smiled slightly and turned her eyes to the youth, saying, "I'll give you a chance. Whether you can grasp it or not depends on you."

"Thank you for mentioning me." The youth bowed to Ling Xian, and when he looked at the girl again, his eyes had become hot.

This shivered the young girl and said, "You stay away from me, or your aunt will discount your legs."

Hearing the words, the youth laughed bitterly, but the fieryness in his eyes did not decrease.

Seeing this, Ling Xian shook her head with a smile, then closed her eyes and rested, waiting with peace of mind.

The girls and youth did not leave, and waited with Ling Xian.

Time passed quietly.

Half a month later, an overwhelming and solemn voice spread throughout Dongtian, making Ling Xianxing's eyes light up.

"The trial is over. All the testers rushed to the exit within a day and did not expire."

Hearing that, Ling Xian stood up and said, "Let's go, take me to the exit."

"My son is following me." The young man responded, then stretched out and flew towards the exit.

Ling Xian and the girl followed.

Early in the morning the next day, the three arrived at the exit.

I saw that the place was overcrowded, some people were full of joy, and some people were crying with a face.

Right in front of the crowd, an old man in black robes stood tall, as heavy as a mountain, and as scary as a ghost.

Where he stood, no one dared to approach him. Obviously, to these disciples, he was an unattainable figure.

"This person is the elder in charge of the trial." The young man whispered, and then stared at Ling Xian to see if his complexion changed.

Unfortunately, the youth was disappointed.

Ling Xian is still so indifferent and unpredictable.

The old man is just a monk in the sixth realm. How can this point move him?

"It's almost time. If it doesn't come, even if the trial fails."

The old man was arrogant and detached, looking around the audience, saying, "You line up, come and register."

Hearing that the crowd was quiet, consciously lined up, one by one towards the elderly.

The same is true of Lingxian.

He was at the end of the line, with youth and girls in front.

In this way, the registration is proceeding in an orderly manner.

When someone submits a lot of tokens, there will always be an exclamation, and when someone does not submit a token, it will cause a boo.

The most of them are nine tokens.

This number surprised everyone, because if nothing else, people with nine tokens are enough to win the championship.

But just when the man was beaming, it was the young man in black.

He took the twelve tokens returned to him by Lingxian, squeezing him to second place.

This surprised everyone, and unexpectedly someone could win 12 tokens.

The old man was also a bit surprised, and he gave the young man a grateful approval and said, "Yes."

"The elders have won awards." The young man smiled and gave Ling Xian a grateful look.

He thought he would fail with zero tokens, but he didn't expect that Lingxian would return him with twelve tokens.

You know, the token means a reward, but Ling Xian gave it to him, naturally he was grateful.

As everyone knows, Lingxian didn't take that reward at all.

Therefore, he only left a token to ensure that he could pass.

"Twelve tokens, if nothing else, he is the champion."

Everyone talked and felt that young people would surely win the championship.

"The champion, but my aunt." The girl smiled proudly and took out more than twenty tokens, leaving everyone stunned.

"I rely! More than twenty tokens, this is too fierce."

"Who is this woman? I have never seen it."

"The blockbuster is amazing. Those who have won the laurels can become true disciples and may even be favored by their ancestors!"

Everyone exclaimed, envy was hard to hide.

This made the girl rejoice and gave Ling Xian a grateful look as well.

If it wasn't Lingxian, she was dead, how could there be such a scene at the moment?

"Yes, you're fine."

The old man showed a rare smile, and the winner of the laurels would become a true disciple, no less inferior to him.

Therefore, he is naturally not stern.

"The elders have won prizes." The young girl smiled slightly and stepped back.

Seeing this, Ling Xian came to the old man and took out a token.

This made the crowd hiss, showing a little disdain.

If Ling Xian is not a girl and a young man, he will take out a token and it will not cause a boo. But in front of him was Zhuyu, which naturally seemed to him to be wasteful.

In this regard, Ling Xian turned a blind eye.

The lion would not care about the disdain of the ants, so he ignored the disdain of everyone and said lightly, "Elder, have I passed the trial?"

"That's right." The old man looked indifferent and didn't give Ling Xian a good look.

After that, he turned his gaze towards the girl and immediately changed into a smiley face.

This stark contrast made Ling Xian laugh and shook her head, and did not expect this person to be so snobbish.

However, he naturally does not have the general knowledge of the elderly. For him, as long as he can leave Dongtian.

"The level has ended, and now I announce that she is the champion of this trial!"

The old man laughed and let everyone cheer for it, or looked at the girl with envy or admiration.

"Thank you Elder." The girl smiled slightly.

"You're welcome."

The old man looked at the girl mildly and smiled, "Soon, you will become the seventh true disciple in this school, and you will reach heaven from now on!"

Hearing that, the girl looked expectantly, and thanked Ling Xian again.

"Well, follow me."

The old man's hands were imprinted, and strange power poured out, distorting the void into a hole.

This caused Lingxian's mouth to rise, but just as he was about to leave, a cold speech suddenly sounded, and his spear pointed directly at him.

"Elder, I suspect he is spy!"