Xiling Yunji sneered, folded his arms, and stood beside Xuanyuan Yue calmly. The sarcasm in the corner of his eyes was unmistakable: "Not everyone can cultivate spiritual roots."
"When did you come?" Xuanyuan Yue turned his head in surprise, "Isn't the Shengdan Hall always very busy?"
"No matter how busy I am, I still have to come and see Yin'er's entrance exam." A fatherly smile appeared on Xiling Yunji's face, and he said, "Besides, there are still the second brother and the sixth brother in the Shengdan Hall.
My brother is here, it’s nothing if I’m missing.”
Xuanyuan Yue narrowed his eyes and continued: "You really guessed it right. Ling Luo got the task of cultivating spiritual fields and cultivating spiritual roots."
The corner of Xiling Yunji's lips raised a sly arc, and he said: "The ecstasy spell has been cast beforehand. No matter how Ling Luo draws it, he will only get this impossible task."
An expression of gloating appeared on Xuanyuan Yue's face, and he said: "What? Queen Xiling doesn't like this girl too?"
"That's not true."
So happy."
Xuanyuan Yue's eyes drifted to the crystal ball again and said: "Didn't you say it was an impossible task? Ling Luo has reclaimed the spiritual field."
Xiling Yunji sneered and said: "Fourth Elder, you will know tomorrow morning."
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Early the next morning, when the first ray of dawn penetrated the clouds and penetrated the ground, Ling Luo opened her eyes.
She sat up, frowned, and rubbed her aching shoulders.
Sure enough, after getting used to sleeping on a soft bed, my body became pampered. Just one night, my whole body seemed to fall apart.
Ling Luo stretched out her other hand and rubbed her sleepy eyes, her vision gradually became clearer.
"What's this?!"
Looking at the large patchwork of weeds in front of her, Ling Luo's heart suddenly felt cold.
The barren fields she had just destroyed last night had now turned into hard ground, covered with extremely stubborn weeds.
The corners of Ling Luo's eyes and lips twitched uncontrollably, and her fists couldn't help but clenched.
"Are you kidding me?!"
How come there is such a weird field? I bet she wasted all her work last night.
A strange thought suddenly came to Ling Luo's mind. Could this task of cultivating spiritual roots be a joke?
no!
She can't lose her mind, calm down, she must calm down!
Since this piece of wasteland is called the spiritual field, there must be some serious secrets in it, and the problem should not be treated superficially.
Ling Luo sat on the edge of the deserted field, thinking hard.
An hour later, a sound of footsteps came from not far away. It seemed like two people were still chatting.
Ling Luo raised his head, and saw that the visitor was wearing the uniform of the Holy Academy, a sky-blue robe, a sky-blue hairpin on his head, and the school emblem of the Holy Academy on his chest.
Ling Luo frowned slightly and thought, isn't this the space for the second test? How come there are students coming and going?
The two young men walked a little closer, and Ling Luo could gradually hear clearly what they were saying.