The fairy godmother's match changed to take Long Aotian's script

Chapter 13
After an unknown period of time, a little girl in the crowd walked out slowly.

The color of her eyes is a special blue, as clear and clean as a natural crystal.

A girl from the Ming family.

The old man recognized it at a glance with his special eyes.

The Ming family is also a family of cultivators, they have a special Ming Lan bloodline.

The purer and thicker the blood, the more incomparably blue those eyes will be.

The little girl was also about five or six years old, but there was an air of detachment between her brows, and when he suddenly looked at it, he felt that she was somewhat similar to the nine-inch little girl with three spiritual roots who walked by before.

The facial features are three points alike, and they are all extremely delicate.

And the color of the eyes and their respective looks, it can be seen that they are two distinct people.

The exquisite facial features make her look cute as Yuxue, but the blue eyes make her feel a bit cold like Yushu piled up with snow.

She touches the mirror.

The golden light is now.

"Bone age six, nine-inch water spirit root, high-end talent, can enter the second trial."

The little girl withdrew her hand, and the white and blue skirt swayed slightly, and the fringed hem of the skirt was like a flying butterfly.

She walked through the gate and started her second trial.

"The pride of the Ming family!"

"Yes, Ming Linlang!"

"The talent is really high, this is the second pure gold talent."

"It's amazing. Alas, why don't we have a good family background? It is said that he still has Minglan's blood."

"Yes, it is said that their blood is pure, so they must be water spirit roots, and their aptitude is extremely high."

………………

The children who had passed the Golden Mirror of the Sky Wheel walked through the gate and arrived at an incomparably vast round platform.

And the surrounding clouds are lingering, making it difficult to see what the object is.

There is only one ladder.

It looks like a long ladder made entirely of white jade.

Nine hundred and ninety-nine ways to lead to the heart.

You need to go through twenty paths, and the more tenacious and perfect your mind is on this path, the easier it is to climb to a high place.

As for the nine hundred and ninety-nine steps, the ancestors of Kunlun walked through the nine hundred and ninety-nine steps with power and perseverance, and thus controlled this heaven and earth fetish, and became Kunlun's Dinghai God Pillar.

And he seems to be the only one who is rumored to have passed the 99th step.

Those who came later, even the existence of the legendary Grand Master, could not ascend to the highest place.

They need to go through twenty steps.

Kunlun does not need weak-minded people to become disciples.

The twentieth step is the lowest threshold, and there are many disciples in the past who have reached the hundredth step with outstanding talents.

Pei Xihe saw that everyone else had climbed the stairs one after another, so she stretched out her foot and took the first step.

Suddenly, she felt dizzy and seemed to be in a trance for a while.

But he gritted his teeth, pinched his thigh fiercely, and regained his senses.

Continue to go up.

Every time everyone took a step, there seemed to be strands of white mist overflowing from the white jade steps under their feet. For a moment, the entire white jade steps seemed to be filled with clouds and mist.

Her head became more and more dizzy, but she remembered that she had to enter Kunlun, and her steps became slower, but she was still moving.

Every step felt heavy, she had never felt this way before, and felt a little scared for a while.

This means that ordinary disciples have to grow up before coming back.

For example, Jiang Mingzhu's six years old is just the right age. After being educated, she understands some things and is still young. Compared with teenagers and girls in the future, she has more potential and is more likely to be favored by the elders of the inner sect.

Jiang Mingzhu walked with big strides, she was born with pride and extraordinary disposition, she actually walked through the twentieth steps in just a few breaths.

A little bit of color rose between the brows, and he walked forward again.

And Ming Linlang, who was dressed in white and blue Chinese clothes, easily passed the twentieth step limit.

Afterwards, the speed was neither too fast nor too slow, and there were quite a few people after the twentieth step.

Their attack at this moment is all to prove their xinxing strength, so as to get the approval of the secretly watching elders, and it will be easier to enter the inner sect in the future.

There was a noise in Pei Xihe's ears.

"Pei Xiaoya!"

"Pei Xiaoya!"

"You damn girl, lose money!"

"You are so courageous, dare to hit your brother?!"

"Don't come over yet!"

She froze in place for a moment, and the foot that was about to be lifted didn't fall down.

At this moment, it was only the seventeenth step, and many people around her stopped like her.

This is falling into confusion.

Pei Xihe seemed to be back in the small firewood room again, curled up, Pei Dacheng and Zhang Hua's men mercilessly greeted her, a little boy stood beside him, laughing, His eyes were full of gloating.

She doesn't want to!
Suddenly, this voice burst out in my heart.

Opening his eyes from the confusion, Pei Dacheng and Zhang Hua's bodies seemed to be pulling him tightly.

There are still the last few steps, she must enter the Kunlun Sect, she wants to get rid of that fate, and she doesn't want to go back to Pei's house, never!
Lifting his foot suddenly, even though his body was heavy, he had stepped onto the No.18th step.

"It's all fake, it's all fake."

She recited the secret of her senior sister in her heart, and walked through the No.19 step with difficulty.

Trying to stay awake, walking through the No. 20th step, a burst of joy spontaneously emerged, and the phantom that was tightly grasping by his side dissipated.

Clean up!
Looking up, I thought to myself, it's too powerful, someone has already reached the top of a hundred steps.

She couldn't tell what it was like in her heart, it should be jealousy, she thought to herself, what she wanted to work hard to hit was only something that others could easily do, it was really hard to accept.

Pursing her lips tightly, she tried to walk towards the next step.

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On a mountain peak, a round of water mirror reflects the appearance of these disciples' trials.

A female cultivator in green and plain robes was sitting upright, with a hairpin like an emerald green ivy stuck in her hair.

Su Wen glanced at the water mirror, saw those people who were about to reach the hundredth level, and nodded, showing some admiration.

"This year, there are quite a few disciples with outstanding talents and minds."

A voluptuous woman in red also raised her jade-like chin.

"I'm looking at it so much that I want to break the rules and take it under my family." She looked at the boy who was covered in sweat. He looked seven or eight years old, and he was a rare single-fire spiritual root.

At this moment, I have reached the eighth step of No.90, and my heart is worthy of the sentence of perseverance.

A rough burly man's eyes flickered, "I think that boy is not bad."

Every three elders of the inner sect have a quota for selecting their own disciples, who can be directly connected to the inner sect for training.

They are all elders with this quota in their hands.

The whole body's aura is as magnificent as rivers, seas and rivers, and there is a faint glint of color under the body of the treasure.

Very strong.

They are all big monks who have stepped into the Tao!
"Look, that little girl from the Jiang family is just right for you, Senior Sister Su Wen."

A young man with a handsome face and a chic demeanor said with a smile.

When Su Wen saw that the girl had just climbed the hundredth step, she was also slightly moved.

Nine-inch wood spirit root, wood attribute spirit body, plus Jiang's blood.

With such talent and tenacity, how can you not be tempted?
There was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"good."

A friar in blue with the appearance of a scruffy old man came over with a wine gourd. When he saw the girl who was dressed in white and blue and was drenched in sweat, and who had also climbed a hundred steps, her eyes burst out with cloudiness.

"I want that girl."

The surrounding elders couldn't hide their respect and surprise.

"Yes, uncle."

That girl is none other than Ming Linlang!
(End of this chapter)