She looked a little red, and then coughed slightly, pretending to be calm.

"No need," she said.

Song Yubai's reaction was not unexpected. Xia Wuxin looked at her boldly, pretending to be kind: "It's okay, it's just a fetch of water, no trouble."

Then, before Song Yubai refused, he closed the door and fled.

As soon as Xia Wuxin left, Song Yubai couldn't read the book anymore. She put the book aside and got up and tried to wipe off the tea stains on her body.

After rubbing the handkerchief on his chest a few times, his heart became more irritable. Song Yubai bit his vermilion lip lightly and couldn't help regretting why he wanted to let this little **** into the door.

As if afraid that Song Yubai would escape, Xia Wuxin quickly filled up a bucket of hot water, returned with a stride like an enclave, opened the door to let the water down, and hung two snow-white towels on his shoulders.

I don't know if it was because of the water vapor that the room became sultry and hot. Song Yubai took a step back, farther away from Xia Wuxin, and picked up the book again.

"Mister really doesn't wash? Even wipe it." Xia Wuxin dampened the towel, lifted his leg to move forward, but was stopped by Song Yubai.

"Don't come here!" Song Yubai said, while his tone was cold, there seemed to be a hint of panic, "wash it yourself, Hugh is so noisy."

Xia Wuxin curled her lips, oh, and slowly unbuttoned her outer shirt.

If someone else was around, she would never risk revealing her identity so boldly, but now that Song Yubai, who is unwilling to lift her head up, she no longer worries and can feel free to try.

The blue coat fell softly to the ground, piled up in a ball. While watching Song Yubai's reaction, Xia Wuxin raised his hand to pull the screen over to cover her body.

But Song Yubai never raised his eyes. If you look carefully, you will find that the book in her hand has not been turned over for a long time.

The wet napkin was very cool, Xia Wuxin exhaled comfortably, hummed a little tune, and did not forget to talk to Song Yubai.

"Why does the gentleman come to this mountain?" she asked.

"Look for a magic weapon." Song Yubai suddenly remembered that he was reading a book, so he twisted a corner of the book and said indifferently.

"Can a mortal use a weapon?" Xia Wuxin asked in surprise.

Song Yubai's eyes lowered a little, "Don't ask about anything that has nothing to do with you."

She had a bad tone, and Xia Wuxin stuck out her tongue and stopped talking.

After a stick of incense, Xia Wuxin finally felt a little refreshed, so she wrapped the clothes inside without wearing an outer jacket, and put her hands on the screen wet and poked her head out.

The water vapor steamed her cheeks red, and the tip of her nose was a little red. The black hair was plated on top of her head with a wooden hairpin, which looked very refreshing and clean.

Song Yubai heard the movement and raised his head, and was seeing a scene from Xia Wuxin's shoulders. A few clear drops of water were sticking to her curved and straight shoulders, flowing into her collarbone with her movements.

Song Yubai suddenly felt a rush of heat rushing toward her face. She didn't know whether it was water vapor or something. She hurriedly lowered her head, closing her eyes in anger.

In the future, you really have to stay away from this shameless guy.

After Xia Wuxin got dressed, she took the bucket away, and with a wave of her hand, Xianli swept across, and the ground was clean and tidy.

Song Yubai finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Since tomorrow is so important, go to bed early today." Song Yubai said, putting the book aside flatly, and then lay down in his clothes.

"Don't you change your clothes, sir?" Xia Wuxin couldn't help but asked again.

The voice fell, and there was a dead silence. Song Yubai seemed to have not heard him, and ignored her at all. Xia Wuxin had to curl his lips and roll over to lie down on the beauty couch.

Song Yubai was really boring, it was like ice that had been frozen for a winter day, no matter how hot it was.

No matter, now I only hope that tomorrow, there will be a good result, Xia Wuxin thought to himself.

Xia Wuxin slept very deep that night, opening his eyes is the dawn, but the swagger mountain is much quieter than the Pingfeng mountain, and there are no insects and birds around, only the sound of the wind.

Xia Wuxin stretched out and sat up, turned around, almost startled by Song Yubai.

I didn't know when she woke up, she was sitting at the table, lowered her head in thought, showing a delicate side face.

"Wake up, just go out." Song Yubai had already noticed her movement, without turning his head back, only raised his index finger and tapped twice on the table.

"Mister is not with me?"

"No time, I have my own business." Song Yubai said, picking up Xia Wuxin's package from the side, throwing it into her arms, and opening the door to see off the guests.

Xia Wuxin got used to her rejection, thanked her, and walked out the door swaggeringly, heading outside the fairy palace.

She was soaring, so she didn't spend too much time, so she arrived at the gate of yesterday's hall. As soon as she walked in, she saw that everyone had arrived, standing in the hall in a hustle and bustle, forming a huge circle.

The purple-clothed woman I saw yesterday was standing in the middle of the circle, and placed a huge spiritual stone on the low table.

"Wuxin! Come here!" Su Xieyue waved to her in the crowd. Xia Wuxin ran over and stopped by her side, quite panting.

"Why come so late, once every three years, what if you miss it." Su Xieyue slapped her on the head with her sleeve.

Xia Wuxin smiled embarrassedly: "Today I slept too hard."

Xia Chunqiu and Ji Guang Shenjun were already standing in front of the main hall. They stood with their hands behind their hands, and they didn't talk or laugh anymore. The atmosphere was so solemn that the disciples didn't dare to speak, staring at the spiritual stone, and they were very nervous.

Whether there is a magical tool that will bring the cultivation to a higher level depends only on today.

"Senior Sister, I'm a little scared. If I don't have any magical artifacts, what should I do?" Wei Yili scratched his ears and scratched his cheeks, grabbing a few red marks on his neck.

Su Xieyue shook her head lightly: "It's okay, most people who cultivate immortals can get magical artifacts, but it's just a matter of good or bad."

Xia Wuxin relaxed a little when he heard the words, but still couldn't help clenching his fists.

She used to fight against Xia Chunqiu, pretending that she didn't care about her cultivation, she only ate, drank, and had fun every day, but only she knew that deep in her heart, the expectation of becoming stronger never disappeared.

The disciples had already stepped forward one by one, and under Chi Yao's guidance, placed their palms on the spirit stone, slowly pouring in immortal power.

The first disciple was a senior. Blue veins appeared on his forehead, his eyes were wide, and he refused to blink, only staring at the spiritual stone slowly changing color.

After a while, a white light flashed above the spirit stone, and a piece of jade pendant appeared in the air, and then suddenly fell. He hurriedly caught it with both hands and couldn't help laughing.

"Master, it's a piece of jade pendant!" The smile on his face couldn't be hidden, and he raised his head and shouted at Xia Chunqiu.

Xia Chunqiu nodded slightly when he heard the words and waved him to go down.

"Dongfeng Shangxian's disciples are really extraordinary. This jade pendant looks ordinary, but it's actually not a vulgar thing." Ji Guang Shenjun touched his beard and smiled.

"Next one." Chi Yao said loudly, Xia Zheng rushed forward when he heard the words, and smiled at Chi Yao.

Chi Yao didn't look at him, but pointed to the Lingshi in a businesslike manner and motioned for him to put his palm up.

Xia Zheng narrowed his narrow eyes, and the moment his palm touched the spirit stone, the spirit stone suddenly glowed with dazzling brilliance, and then a huge object appeared in the air and gradually became clear.

It was actually a long-handled silver fork, glowing all over, with a long and slender fork, and a few dragon patterns engraved on the tail.

Xia Zheng was even more ecstatic, hurriedly stretched out his hands to take it, and weighed it in his hands.

"Donghai Silver Cha! This is not a vulgar thing. It is a treasure gifted by the Dragon King himself when the old man went to the East China Sea a few years ago. It is worthy of being a lord, and it will be a big event in the future." Jiguang Shenjun was also excited when he saw this. trembling.

Xia Zheng was even more proud when he heard the words. He glanced at Xia Chunqiu who was full of admiration, then turned his head far away, raising his eyebrows at Xia Wuxin's provocation.

He walked down quickly, and when he passed Xia Wuxin, he gritted his teeth and said, "Xianqi is in my hands. You can wait to lose!"

Xia Wuxin snorted lightly, then tilted her head and said, "Don't be happy too early."

The next few disciples all got the magic artifacts. Although they didn't surpass Xia Zheng, they all got what they thought in their hearts, and they were all beaming.

Finally, it was Xia Wuxin's turn.

Xia Wuxin only felt sweat gushing from her palms, she wiped her clothes, pretending to be nothing, and strode forward.

"This is also a Linglang, he is so indifferent at a young age, and it must be extraordinary." Ji Guang Shenjun said with a smile.

Xia Chunqiu laughed dryly, he suddenly took two steps forward, his expression finally became tense, and the hand that had been calmly hanging down became a fist behind him.

Xia Wuxin felt Xia Chunqiu's eyes, her heart jumped, and she subconsciously raised her hand to touch the spirit stone.

The Lingshi was very cold, and she tried her best to input the fairy power, waiting for the Lingshi to change color.

The door made a slight noise again, and Xia Wuxin was so nervous that she was sweating. She looked around and saw a snow-white figure, strolling slowly behind Xia Chunqiu.

Song Yubai came, she thought dazedly.

But why hasn't there been any movement? She turned her gaze back to the spirit stone in her hand, as if her heart was hit by a boulder, and after a pain, she slowly sank.

No matter how much celestial power she used, the spirit stone was still dead, and there was no movement at all.

Xia Wuxin didn't dare to blink her eyes. She was too late to be shocked, and too late to think of anything else. The majestic frustration was slowly engulfing her and pushing her into the darkness.

There was a sneer from nowhere, followed by a few more whispers.

Xia Wuxin raised her head and looked at each other with Xia Chunqiu, only to see that the other person's eyes were filled with disappointment and speechless.

No one expected it to be like this. Su Xieyue stood by, couldn't bear to see Xia Wuxin's appearance, and hurriedly waved lightly, shook Chi and signaled her to take down the spirit stone.

Until the Lingshi disappeared before her eyes, Xia Wuxin finally realized that she had no magic weapon.

Suddenly I felt sore in the eye sockets, and my heart was squeezed into a ball.