Huangfu Chen smiled, his eyes as gentle as the wind.
After several people finished eating, they left the dining hall directly.
After separating from Huangfu Chen on the road, they returned directly to Zixia Peak.
The four of them went back to their rooms respectively. After Ling Xuewei closed the door, she fell straight onto the bed.
Looking at the curtain above his head, he was stunned.
I finally arrived in Middle-earth. Although it was only a short day, it felt like a completely different world.
The solemn and solemn feeling within the sect is impressive.
While in the dining hall, Ling Xuewei just glanced at them and roughly understood the strength of the disciples of the Tianxing Sect.
The outer sect disciples and inner sect disciples have different costumes. The former are gray and the latter are cyan. If they are elder disciples, they will have a specific token around their waist.
Most of the outer sect disciples are in the high-level Martial King category, while more than half of the inner sect disciples are Martial Lords. The majority are from the first to fifth levels, and the minority are above the fifth level.
But at least there are more than a hundred people.
This number made Ling Xuewei silent.
If she is not an awakened person of the wind element, then based on her strength, she can at most be squeezed into the inner disciples here, but she may not even be able to enter the top one hundred, let alone those elder disciples.
Although I had been mentally prepared before, when I actually faced this situation, I still felt a lot of pressure.
That's it for her, let alone Lingxi and the others.
With Lingxi's strength, she might not be able to enter the inner gate at all. And because of her, her position will only become more difficult.
Although Yu Wenxuan can enter the inner gate, it is not that simple to fight his way through the inner gate where there are so many strong opponents.
Among them, only Xiao Yifeng has the strongest cultivation.
But it was precisely because of this that Ling Xuewei was most worried about him.
He is a ninth-level Dzogchen Martial Lord. With his age and talent, it is not difficult to become the elder's disciple.
But with his character, he would never leave the team alone, let alone Lingxi. Once this idea conflicts with reality, the situation will be difficult to deal with.
…
Thousands of thoughts flashed through Ling Xuewei's mind. She frowned and gently rubbed her temples.
Maybe she is a little unfounded, but she is used to figuring out all possible emergencies early so as not to be caught off guard when something happens.
There was a furry feeling next to his ears. Snowball was dazed in his sleep, and he touched it unknowingly.
Ling Xuewei rubbed its fleshy head and looked at the two little guys lying next to her, her thoughts gradually calming down.
Just keep it the same to cope with all changes. It's useless to think about it now.
But one thing is certain, that is, strength determines everything.
She has stayed at the fifth level for long enough, and it is time for her to be promoted.
With that said, Ling Xuewei crossed her legs and started practicing.
A faint green light lingered around her, giving off a shallow halo.
That night, the light in her room was always on.
And she didn't know that the three rooms next to it were also brightly lit all night.
Until dawn.
The next day, Ling Xuewei woke up with a burst of fragrance. Xueqiu and Lightning were still sleeping beside her. She put on some clothes and went out.
When I came to the courtyard, I happened to see Xiao Yifeng coming out of the fire room carrying a plate of freshly prepared dishes.
Ling Xuewei was surprised, "Did you do this?"
They had been together for so long, and she had never known that Xiao Yifeng could cook!
The corner of Xiao Yifeng's mouth curled up slightly, "Are you awake? Wash yourself quickly and come over to eat."
