Lu Xuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The other party continued to question it, but she couldn't hold on for long - neither the adventurer in the past or the "ordinary loli who is miserable" now, she was not very good at telling lies.

but……

I recited a song that could be seen everywhere on the Internet casually. The other party was so cautious, which was enough to explain some problems.

"You can finish the test for Gu Wuyou first." Lu Xuan pointed to the small dark room.

I forgot even the second, how should I judge the results?

"He has finished the test, and the time has exceeded it, but he hasn't lit up more stars. Considering his age, the six stars are rare. I have passed the test here. Just come here on February 2nd to participate in the assessment."

The middle-aged man raised his hand to make a magic trick, and the front panel of the Spirit Gathering Box was opened.

Gu Wuyou walked out of the dark room and his body shook.

Lu Xuan ran over to support him: "Is it okay, are you?"

Gu Wuyou shook his head: "I feel a little dizzy, like I'm drunk."

The middle-aged man explained: "You have no cultivation and suddenly you are in a closed environment with rich spiritual energy. If you passively absorb too much spiritual energy in a short period of time, you will feel a slight dizziness - we call this phenomenon 'Drunk Spirit'."

Isn’t this just a little bit more knowledge? If you don’t sign up for the assessment, the down-and-out Taoist priest Gu Wuyou will never know the term “Zhu Ling”.

He and his master lived in Shenxu Peak for a few days, but they were not like this.

From this we can see that the spirit gathering box is a magic weapon, or the spiritual energy that can be condensed by the spirit gathering array, is incomparable to any natural treasure land.

This is normal. If the result is just similar to the treasure land, what else is there to do to arrange the spirit gathering array? Middle Earth is not the earth. It is not rare to find places with rich spiritual energy. You can find a bunch of them by just looking for it.

As an adventurer, Lu Xuan also knows that the oxygen concentration is too high and people can't stand it.

So if you absorb too much so-called spiritual energy and have no corresponding means to refine it, the word "白六" is really appropriate.

Lu Xuan told Gu Wuyou about his test results.

Six stars... are not very awesome, Gu Wuyou smacked his lips and felt a little disappointed. However, like Lu Xuan before, he did not understand how difficult it would be to light up another star.

In fact, the self-gathering box was created. In the registration test of Taoist temples and various sects, the best score was eight, and there was never a record of all nine stars lit up.

Of course, it would be different to change to the introductory monk.

The so-called "foundation" is not static. Pills and cultivation itself can improve the foundation. With a certain level of cultivation, even if the magic formula is not used to absorb it, the passive speed of receiving spiritual energy is far beyond that of ordinary people.

Lu Xuan secretly pinched Gu Wuyou.

Gu Wuyou looked at her in confusion.

In front of the middle-aged man, Lu Xuan had no choice but to signal Gu Wuyou with his eyes: I pretended to be B and said the wrong thing just now, but I finally fooled it. Don’t miss it later.

However, can the eyes really convey such complex information?

If Gu Wuyou didn't understand it, Shangguan Yi was so angry that she was so angry. Oh, I'll go, holding hands doesn't count, are you still playing with your emotions?!

When you haven't grown a firewood stick, how can you get the confidence to fight this girl?

Shangguan Yi coughed and reminded: "Chaihuo...ah, I mean Lu Xuan, it's time for you to go on stage."

Lu Xuan looked at Gu Wuyou for help.

She really doesn't want to test it.

It’s not that I have tested it. Although Uncle Er and the others definitely do not have the intuitive and accurate magic weapon as the Spirit Gathering Box, and the testing method is completely different from that of Middle Earth, everyone is just practicing Taoism, and the essence should be the same.

Knowing that there is no hope, why bother to rush to embarrass people in public?

Gu Wuyou: "No matter how you say that, you've come..."

Shangguan Yi snorted: "You signed up before, and this adult registered for you. You can't afford the consequences of retreating in the middle!"

She didn't know why Lu Xuan was reluctant to test, but the more the enemy didn't like, the more she forced her to do it, and there was nothing wrong with it.

The middle-aged man thought, stop talking, what are the consequences?

It is rare to retreat halfway through registration, and it is nothing special to do so. Taihao Sect is not those small sects, and the Taoist temple does not care about losing one or two talents, even if the other party is a super genius.

But he didn't clarify because he wanted to touch Lu Xuan's background.

Lu Xuan shrugged: "Okay then."

The middle-aged man made a spell to reset the spirit gathering box, and the front panel closed and opened. He reached out to Lu Xuan to make a request.

Lu Xuan walked into the small black room.

Not as awkward as Gu Wuyou used to be, the translucent window is more suitable this time, revealing Lu Xuan's face.

Middle-aged man makes gestures.

Almost at the same time as the magic trick was shot, Lu Xuan's face changed and instantly turned pale. Before Gu Wuyou could react, he saw Lu Xuan's eyes rolling up and his face slowly slipping down on the front panel...

"What's the situation!" Gu Wuyou looked at the middle-aged man suddenly.

The middle-aged man opened his mouth wide and looked confused.

Gu Wuyou rushed to the small dark room and looked inside against the small window. He suddenly saw Lu Xuan curled up on the ground, and seemed to be unconscious!

"Open the door!" Gu Wuyou yelled at the middle-aged man, "This ghost thing is malfunctioning!"

"Impossible." The middle-aged man said decisively.

How could the magic weapon that the dean personally refines has malfunctioned?

"It's impossible, you open the door first!"

"Time is less than..."

"Mar's people are unconscious, you still mention the time to me." Gu Wuyou was angry, "Look at yourself, did Lu Xuan faint?"

The middle-aged man was also confused. Although he firmly believed that there would be no mistakes in the Spirit Gathering Box, he had never seen any situation like Lu Xuan who rolled his eyes when he went in.

The principle of this thing is actually very simple. It is nothing more than artificially gathering spiritual energy and allowing the subject to be absorbed naturally. There is no feeling of poor foundation. If the foundation is good enough, such as Gu Wuyou, at most, he will feel a little dizzy.

Aura is a treasure of heaven and earth, and it is said to be beneficial to living beings.

Unless Lu Xuan is not actually a creature.

Then what is she? Ghost?

But even ghosts can absorb spiritual energy.

Besides, who dares to run to the gate of Taihao Taoist Temple in broad daylight, so you are not afraid of being refined by a teacher on a whim?

The middle-aged man walked to Gu Wuyou and looked inside.

He has cultivation and can see more clearly than Gu Wuyou. Lu Xuan was indeed unconscious, and his body was still twitching slightly, as if he was suffering from great pain.

Oh, I'm going, it's really weird...

"Open the door quickly." Gu Wuyou urged, "Isn't it okay if we fail? Anyway, a star has not been lit, so she obviously cannot pass."

Gu Wuyou was nervous because only he knew that Lu Xuan came from another world.

Although according to his inference, Lu Xuan became smaller because he had to adapt to the Middle Earth. It was similar to a practitioner who had to transform himself into a fairy world before he could ascend to the fairy world. After he died, he could only enter the underworld. In short, he had to be converted into a body that conforms to the current world rules.

But what if he guessed wrong?

There may not be any spiritual energy on the ball in Lu Xuan’s hometown, and her body is incompatible with spiritual energy!

Usually, the concentration of spiritual energy is not high, so there is no big problem.

He was locked in the confined space of the Spirit Gathering Box. His spiritual energy was too strong, and Gu Wuyou felt a little dizzy. Will Lu Xuan be poisoned directly?

He was poisoned to death by spiritual energy...it sounds funny.

But considering Lu Xuan's origin, it is not ridiculous at all.

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, sighed, and waved his hand to play the stopping technique.

The front panel opened, Gu Wuyou rushed into the dark room and carried Lu Xuan, ran out, squatted down and placed her carefully on her legs, and gently patted her on her cheek.

Shangguan Yi and Gu Pan came over with worry.

It’s one thing to hate Lu Xuan, Shangguan Yi didn’t hate her so much that she wanted her to die.

Lu Xuan snorted and slowly opened her eyes.

"What's wrong with me?"

Gu Wuyou naturally can't say that I guess you were hit by the spiritual poison, otherwise you might be able to leak Lu Xuan's bottom. Lu Xuan repeatedly reminded him that the truth that she is a time traveler must be kept confidential. Although Gu Wuyou cannot understand, he must keep the promise after he promises.

"Accident." Gu Wuyou said affirmatively, "The Spirit Gathering Box has been disrepair for a long time, and a major accident happened, which almost killed you."

The middle-aged man coughed: "Little guy, be careful."

"If there is an accident, don't let me say it, right?" Gu Wuyou curled his lips, "Then you explain, what's going on?"

The middle-aged man shook his head: "I am also confused."

"Of course it's an accident. Fortunately, Dao Ye reacted quickly enough. If Lu Xuan had any good fortune, your reputation in the Taoist court would be completely ruined. Can you afford this responsibility?"

"Well, I can't afford it."

Middle-aged people are also scared now.

He still didn't believe that the spirit gathering box refined by the dean would have an accident, and it would be even more nonsense if it was disrepair after years of disrepair. Magic weapons and elixirs did not have a shelf life. Otherwise, those monks who went out to practice would be excited to get the treasures left by their predecessors.
To be continued...