Xue Dingyin caught up with him, his voice was low and cold.
Li Kezhou didn't squint his eyes and asked in confusion: "Why did Miss Xue say this?"
"You don't need to tell me what I'm talking about. You should know it clearly."
"Oh, I see, you are talking about what I claimed before that we had a special relationship, right?"
"But I didn't lie! You and I have known each other for a long time, and if I remember correctly, I accepted a soul-producing bead from your master and promised to do something for him if I had the ability in the future. Do you think this counts?
Forget it, does it have a special relationship with me?"
"you……"
Xue Dingyin was furious.
The other party is obviously playing a word game. He knows the "special relationship" he is talking about, but when others hear it, it is easy for them to think in another direction.
"Miss Xue followed me all the way. Could it be that it was not an excuse to get rid of those two people, but she really planned to act with me?"
Xue Dingyin hated him so much now that her face tightened when she heard this: "Daydreaming! Do you think I will be with you..."
With a blank look, Xue Dingyin rolled up his sleeves and left.
Meanwhile! Above the sky.
"Looking at the number of applicants for this Holy Election, there are at least 50,000 people!"
One of the four Holy Land disciples who came here said to the other.
The man nodded: "Thirty years ago, it was said that the number of people reached an astonishing 80,000! In this thirty years, there may be lessons from the previous time and bloody legends, so it has frightened some people, but 50,000 is still not enough.
It’s a small number, but I don’t know how many of them will survive in the end!”
"Huh?" One person's eyes brightened slightly, with a look of surprise on his face.
"What's wrong?" The person in the conversation glanced at this person.
"Look! This person must be the goddess Xue Dingyin!"
Upon hearing the word "goddess", the man quickly shook his head and searched the crowd.
The next moment, his gaze was fixed and he couldn't move his eyes.
"As expected of this new goddess who has been famous all over the world for thirty years. She is so famous that it is better to meet her. It would be great if she could worship me [Momen]!"
Another person laughed: "What's the use of joining your Momen? Are you still qualified to get involved? But it will be different if you join me [Black and White Chess House]. You must have heard of my status in the chess house!"
"
At this time, when the last star-studded man heard the words of the two men, he showed contempt and shouted loudly: "You are so vulgar, you two are pretending to be my disciples of the Four Directions Holy Land!"
This person spoke loudly, seemingly to attract someone's attention, and glanced downward from time to time.
But this person's efforts were obviously in vain. The woman below did not raise her head to look at him from beginning to end.
"Who is this kid?"
The three of them saw below that Li Kezhou was talking to the woman with a playful smile. The woman chatted with him for a long time before walking away, and the three of them felt as if their tails had been stepped on.
Among the four of them, the last woman noticed something strange about the three of them and looked in the direction they were looking.
Suddenly! The man frowned.
Because in his eyes, he saw the back of a familiar man, the evil thief who gave him nightmares for a month.
(Isn’t that really the bastard who deserves to be killed?)
She whispered in her heart, her expression changing.
Inexplicably, he thought of the scene that day when the boy was under her sword and survived again and again.
With that kind of strength, he is indeed qualified to participate in this holy election.
She seemed to have thought of something, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, as if a conspiracy had succeeded.
…
In the Miaoyun Peak.
Li Kezhou had no idea about this place and could only walk around like a headless fly.
I walked aimlessly for a stick of incense, looking around while walking. Not only did I not find the jade sign for registration, I didn't even meet a single living person.
This was more or less what he expected.
This Miaoyun Peak is so big that tens of thousands of people are placed inside it, so it doesn’t look very eye-catching.
"The so-called registration jade talisman should not appear openly on the ground, otherwise it will not serve the purpose of the test. However, it cannot be hidden too secretly. After all, this is not hide and seek, and it does not make much sense! It seems that there is no other
There’s a way…”
He pondered for a moment, and his spiritual thoughts entered Qiankun Sleeve, awakening the spirit weasel repairing in the Lingshan cave.
The spirit weasel came out of his sleeve.
"Xiao Huang! I am currently participating in the competition for registration for the Holy Selection! Use your ability to help me see if there are any powerful monsters in the area thirty miles away!"
His idea is very simple. Since the so-called jade talisman for registration is a test, it is naturally placed in a dangerous place. In this Miaoyun Peak, the most common danger is naturally the monster.
The most likely possibility is that the jade talisman was placed in the monster's lair.
The spirit weasel didn't say much and began to sense the surroundings.
Suddenly! Its body trembled, stood up, and looked in one direction with burning eyes.
"What's wrong? What's in that direction?"
When Li Kezhou looked at it, it didn't look like a monster, but rather like he had discovered some treasure.
The spirit weasel showed surprise and pointed in a direction:
"In this direction, ten miles away, there is a bluebell, and it has given birth to a wind soul!"
"Bluebell?" Li Kezhou's eyes lit up.
He has heard of this spiritual grass, and it is indeed a rare treasure for sword cultivators who cultivate wind and sword energy.
Because it can increase the harmony with the wind between heaven and earth.
The power of the same sword energy increased by at least 10% after swallowing the sword cultivator of Bellflower, and the scope of the influence was also wider.
This type of spiritual plant that increases the harmony of the five elements is a rare treasure in the world.
Not to mention, according to Spirit Weasel, this strain also gave birth to a wind soul.
The so-called wind soul, to be precise, is a strange phenomenon caused by the strong medicinal energy of the spiritual plant when it reaches a certain age.
The Weasel is a wind spiritual beast, and the temptation of such spiritual plants to him obviously exceeds everything else.
"Let's go! Let's go see this Wind Soul Grass!" Li Kezhou made a decision immediately.
This spiritual grass is very helpful for the spiritual weasel to improve its strength. If you don't encounter it, it's fine. If you encounter it, you will naturally go and check it out. As for whether you can get it, it naturally depends on chance.
Spirit Weasel leads the way!
One performs the ham swing, and his movements are as fast as electricity, while the other uses the wind to move like lightning.
After a while!
Under a stone cliff no more than ten feet high.
One man and one ferret suddenly appeared, raising their heads to look.
Halfway up the rocky cliff, in front of a dark cave entrance as big as a person's waist, grew a strange grass.
The grass was bare, with only a bell-sized thing hanging on it, which was constantly swaying in the wind. Every time it swayed, there would be a crisp sound.
During this period, a wisp of wind visible to the naked eye circled around the strange grass.
This thing is the wind soul, a wisp of wind essence that can only be produced by a bluebell growing for five hundred years.
Kamitachi looked at it with anxious eyes and eagerness
"It is indeed a five-hundred-year-old bellflower!" Li Kezhou whispered to himself, but he did not act rashly.
Because this scene is really too unusual.
Registration for the Holy Selection occurs once every thirty years. This grass has been around for five hundred years. If it were so easy to get, given how precious it is, it would have been taken away long ago, and it would never be his turn.