Ying Meng, who struggled to resist the cliché of Xi Xin, looked at the two people who were gradually alienating from the crowd. A trace of cold-blooded anger flashed in her left eyes, but for only a moment, no one noticed it.

After staying away from the crowd, Xian Qing did not speak politely and directly entered the topic. "You know what this is."

Shengyuan shook his head and denied it. "I just feel a little familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere?"

"Can you analyze what it is?" Xian Qing maintained calmness and demeanor without questioning, but was sure that Shengyuan had concealed something.

"It may take a wait for the assessment to require equipment and time, but one thing can be confirmed, it is artificial." Shengyuan smiled freely, and the sunlight fell into his eyes, but it could not warm his pupils.

"Nonsense." Xianqing's thin lips gently pulled a curvature, and the mockery was unconcealed.

Shengyuan did not have any emotional changes. He looked Xian Qing up and down, pulled his lips playfully, and tickled his tone, his tone was lazy and magnetic. "This is why you are so embarrassed. I'm not curious, and I'm not implicating others."

Xian Qing's eyes were slightly cold, as if the snow was broken in winter, and there was no direct reply. In fact, he seriously suspected that Ying Meng, who had lost control, was not him at all to kill, but he was just an innocent person who was being pulled up by inexplicably.

But no matter how unlucky he is, he does not recommend taking advantage of a favor. What should be used for should not be wasted. "I just don't want someone to do stupid things."

"Then I have to say thank you. Can you tell me where this was found?" Shengyuan paused and yelled softly.

Xian Qing's pupils were wrapped in a layer of carelessness, but her pupils were extremely deep, and her eyes were filled with a bit of ice and silent. "That warehouse."

After saying that, he nodded politely and distantly, and then walked back to the crowd with noble demeanor.

Shengyuan looked at his Feng Qingyundan's back, his thin lips curled up with a smile-like arc, his eyes were a little deep, his fingertips slowly closed, and he felt like he was holding the porcelain bottle in his hand tightly. A wisp of black mist in the porcelain bottle rushed around, dissatisfied with being bound.

As the hour of the year arrived, the beige light passed through the dense clouds and refracted. Accompanied by the temperature and breath of sunlight, the instructor slowly appeared in the middle of the crowd, showing a kind smile to everyone.

"Sorry, I have been waiting for you for a long time. But the rules are rules. The assessment begins when everyone chooses to enter the secret realm. In this secret realm, all people and things are illusions, so you don't have to worry about being entangled in cause and effect. But at the moment you enter, I hope everyone remembers to follow the customs."

When you follow the local customs, these four words are very heavy.

Xian Qing, Sheng Yuan, Ying Meng's expression has not changed. Li Xin, Ming Yue, and Mi Xiao's expressions are a little solemn. Qiang Sheng, Yu Zhong, and Xiang Yuyan's eyes are a little more confusing.

The instructor put everyone's expressions into his eyes, chuckled thoughtfully, still gentle, raised his hand to tear the void directly, built a tunnel, and then reached out to make a gesture of asking for help.

Looking back at everyone, with a little sadness in his eyes, he finally gritted his teeth and turned his back. His voice was still calm, but it was not as gentle as usual, extremely serious. "Remember, don't forget your true heart."

Xiang Yuyan ran in excitedly, and Qiang Sheng was pulled by her and then entered.

For the next quarter of the hour, no one took a step. After a while, Mi Xiao looked back at some people, turned his head proudly, and every step was elegant. Turning around and entering, Yu Zhong naturally followed his lady.

Mingyue narrowed her eyes and saw the figure dissipated in the halo in front of her.

"Then I'll take a step first." Ming Yue blinked her eyelashes, her voice soft and glutinous, and she pursed her lips and smiled, pure and beautiful.

Xi Xin pushed Yingmeng. Yingmeng raised her hand and hit her elbow back, but he avoided it. Xi Xin grimaced at Yingmeng with a smile, and then walked in.

Yingmeng also kept up with his pace.

Xian Qing and Shengyuan exchanged a look, which was meaningful.

Shengyuan saw Xian Qing's warning, shrugged, and with his fearlessness and cynical appearance as a boy, he turned around and stepped into a halo.

Xian Qing was silent for a while and looked deeply in the direction of the instructor. In the end, he didn't say anything, his expression was not changing, he was neither too fast nor too slow, and he also walked into the passage.

Everyone went in, but the passage was not closed.

A fluctuation appeared behind the mentor, and then a figure appeared behind him.

The instructor smiled slightly, and was not surprised to see Yingmeng who should have entered.

Yingmeng looked at him and nodded slightly. "This is a turning point, right?"

Without Ying Meng's expected ignorance or denial, the instructor simply admitted it. "This is the turning point, and the secret of the genius training camp will be unveiled to them. After that, they will be the people in the game, and it will not be so easy to get out."

Yingmeng's eyes became deeper and deeper. "You know what this means."

The instructor seemed to pause for a moment and replied calmly. "There are many people who know, but they are not able to change."

"Do you have no ability or are you unwilling to try?" Ying Meng's tone was a little lazy, but her eyes became darker. She sighed in her tone that was not easy to detect, and she didn't know what she was sighing. "After wearing the mentor's mask for a long time, her face will look like a mask. Bai Ling has been covered for a long time, and sometimes she forgets that her eyes can be used."

"I'm old." The instructor quietly looked at the slender and beautiful girl, with a little hesitation in his eyes and a hint of expectation.

Yingmeng kept staring at the mentor. The atmosphere suddenly became a little quiet. If the wind hadn't been on the verge of the wind, I would have really suspected that time had stopped at this moment.

Ying Meng sighed, but after all, she didn't say anything. A roll of bamboo slips appeared in her hand and waved them. "I have no identity."

This sentence is a double sentence

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The instructor smiled gently, like the spring breeze in March. "You are a variable."

This sentence also has a subtle meaning.

"You can't change, do you think I can change?" Ying Meng raised her eyes and paused for a while before laughing softly.

"There is no constraints of rules. It is unexpected that people from this era should not exist, and I can't think of another one." The instructor sighed.

"Take me as hope?" Ying Meng raised her eyebrows lightly and blinked lightly.

"The only one who can treat you as hope is yourself."

Yingmeng was quiet for a few seconds, and was unexpected. Yingmeng looked at the instructor deeply. "Is the instructor really an illusion?"

"The real fragments of reality reflected by the form of fantasy."

Those are just fragments...well.

Yingmeng looked at the halo and was not talking. After waiting for a long time, she lowered her eyes slightly and passed by the instructor. She walked into the passage and really entered this time.

Genting sandalwood is used as beams, crystal jade bi is used as lamps, pearls are used as curtains, and fan gold is used as pillars. The antique style makes people feel solemn.

The spacious hall was crowded with men and women, smiling and laughing, and there were crowds of leisure and entertainment everywhere.

The heaven-like scene is like a picture depicting eternal day, and the magnificent scenes are almost unbelievable.

The wooden structure is clearly indoors, but it makes people feel like they see the mountains and valleys that are like fairylands.

Who can guess this extremely lifelike and luxurious scene is just an inn?

A history that no longer exists is presented by this fictional illusion, but when it falls into the floor tiles made of Lantian Nuan Jade, it truly steps into this land.

Everyone knew each other without making rash moves, and began to look around. This prosperous place was full of decay, as if it had been standing for thousands of years.

Sheng Yuan frowned slightly, looking at the more and more spiritual energy around him with a serious expression. It was too rich, almost concentrated into liquid, and was misty white, but this spiritual energy that should have made people feel refreshed seemed to be yin and too strange.

Xian Qing swept around indifferently, not much surprise, and looked at Xiang Yuyan and said lightly. "Predict."

Xiang Yuyan nodded, curled her lips, and her eyes radiated a pale white glow. The towering ancient trees, green trees, red walls and yellow tiles, and magnificent.

Then a red sun leaked out of the burning edge, and everything suddenly ignited a raging fire, and all kinds of people around it seemed as if nothing had happened. Then the thick spiritual energy turned into blood mist, becoming thicker and thicker.
Chapter completed!