Mutated Spirit Root

"Pseudo-spiritual root, failure!"

"Ordinary Spiritual Root, failure!"

"Good spiritual root, pass."

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Everyone stepped forward to the stone gate one after another, most of them were isolated and unable to pass through the stone gate.

Only those who are above the superior spiritual roots can pass the spiritual test.

In a blink of an eye, there were only a few dozen people left who did not have the test. Among them were the arrogant man, the white shirt woman, the little fat man and Su Zimo.

Among the people tested, there was not a single root of heavenly spirit.

There are more than a dozen ground spirit roots, and all the rest are first-class spirit roots.

The two Taoist boys couldn't hide their loss, and they couldn't help putting hope in the dozens of remaining people.

At this time, the little fat man walked towards Shimen with a smile.

The moment the little fat man came to the stone gate, a loud noise came from the stone gate, and everyone was startled.

Rumble!

I saw that the water curtain in the middle of the stone gate turned yellow instantly and gradually solidified, like a rammed hard earth wall.

Soil attributes, Tianling roots!

Up to now, among more than 500 people, a Tianlinggen has finally appeared!

The two Taoist boys lit up, smiling, and nodded friendly to the little fat man.

The little fat man walked through the stone gate lightly, came to the two Taoist boys with a smile, and affectionately took up the hands of the two men, like friends he hadn't seen for many years, his mouth was sloppy, and he started chatting.

The two Taoist boys were a little dazed, did not talk a few words, and almost confessed all three generations of their ancestors.

Seeing this scene, Su Zimo secretly smiled, this little fat man is a familiarity, looks simple and honest and cute, but in fact he is better than anyone else.

It didn't take long for the thin Dao Tong to react first, coughing lightly, and shaking off the big fat hand of the little fat man, and said in a deep voice, "Friends of Daoist, please take care of yourself. Wait a while, don't interfere with us."

"Yes, yes, self-respect, self-respect, I know that I am heavy." The little fat man smiled, not feeling embarrassed at all.

The thin Taoist rolled his eyes, and quickly threw away the little fat man, and shouted toward the side of Shimen: "Next."

Someone stepped forward and failed.

There are fewer and fewer people left at Shimen.

The arrogant man finally opened his eyes, turned his gaze, and looked at the woman in white shirt not far away, with the corners of his mouth slightly tilted, and walked towards Shimen.

The actions of the aloof man immediately attracted everyone's attention.

This person seems to be a natural king, and every move will attract everyone's attention.

The little fat man put away his smile and looked at Shimen.

The white-shirted woman frowned slightly, raised her head, and looked at the arrogant man, but her eyes were still cold.

The lonely man came to the stone gate and stood still. The water curtain in the middle of the stone gate did not show any color.

"Ha ha."

After a brief silence, there was a sneer from the crowd.

"I don't even have a spiritual root, so what to pretend."

"Yes, I thought it was a terrific character."

"Hey, that's not right, there is no spiritual root, how could he become a trainer..."

As soon as the voice fell, the audience was silent.

The people who had just laughed at the arrogant man were as if they were strangling their throats by a pair of invisible big hands, dumbfounded.

The two Taoists looked solemn.

The little fat man was thoughtful, as if thinking of something, his plump body trembled, and his eyes were shocked.

Oooh!

At this moment, a strange sound of wind suddenly sounded in front of Shimen, and the water curtain was shimmering, as if being blown by a breeze.

"Wind attribute, mutant spirit root!"

The two Taoists exclaimed.

Hearing this, Su Zimo's heart trembled.

Among the five spiritual roots, the heavenly roots are the best and the rarest, but the one that is rarer than the heavenly roots is the mutant spiritual root, such as wind, thunder, ice, light, darkness, and so on.

If it is said that there is no one in ten thousand roots of heavenly spirits, then the roots of mutant spirits are only one in one hundred thousand.

Of course, the mutant spiritual root is also a single attribute, which belongs to a kind of celestial root. It does not mean that it is stronger than the celestial root of the single attribute of the five elements, but it is too rare.

The arrogant man smiled and walked through the stone gate easily.

The thin Daotong looked excited and whispered: "Junior Brother, you will be here for now. I will report to the first adult, and I will be back soon."

"Well, brother, you go quickly." Fat Daotong responded quickly.

At this moment, the woman in white shirt outside Shimen also moved.

"Wait, brother, it's not too late to leave after reading this one." The Fat Dao Tong quickly called the Thin Dao Tong back.

The thin Dao Tong nodded and stared at the white-shirted woman intently, as if he was more nervous than her.

The white-shirted woman came to Shimen, but the water curtain still showed no color.

This time, no one laughed anymore.

"Is it another mutant spirit root?" The two Dao Tongs widened their eyes, their faces full of incredible colors.

Everyone subconsciously held their breath and stared at Shimen closely.

Click!

The water curtain in Shimen suddenly covered a layer of frost, and in a blink of an eye, it was frozen into ice!

Ice attributes, mutant spirit roots!

Everyone took a breath.

"Our Misty Peak hasn't had a mutant spiritual root in decades. There are two at this time. Nothing, I have to report the first seat as soon as possible!"

The thin Taoist sacrificed a flying sword, galloped towards the back of the mountain, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Everyone looked at the eyes of the arrogant man and the woman in white shirts, full of envy and awe.

The little fat man came to the white-shirted woman with a smile, and said flatteringly: "Sister, you are so beautiful. I have grown up and have never seen such a beautiful sister. She is more beautiful than the village flower in our village, Caifeng."

Everyone was suddenly scorched by Lei and rolled his eyes.

This little fat man really didn't hesitate to say anything, all the village flowers and sister Caifeng had been pulled out.

The little fat man was right. The woman in the white shirt was indeed extremely beautiful, but ordinary people would be embarrassed to say such things, let alone say it in front of others.

However, what is strange is that these words from the little fat man's mouth seem very natural, very sincere, and do not feel abrupt.

If you change to an ordinary woman, I hear this red. Naked admiration will always be a little shy, but the white-shirted woman's expression remained unchanged, but she glanced at the little fat man coldly and didn't say a word.

The little fat man asked himself to be boring and not discouraged, and then slipped to the lonely man, and said admiringly: "Brother, you are really good-looking, I'm so envious."

"roll!"

The arrogant man opened his lips lightly and uttered a word.

"okay."

The little fat man nodded seriously, not too dirty, he actually rolled on the ground.

He was already fat, round and round like a ball, but when he rolled, he really couldn't tell whether it was a ball or a person.

The corner of the white-shirted woman's mouth moved, the frost in her eyes melted, and a slight smile appeared.

The little fat man's eyes were extremely thief. He caught a glimpse of this scene and ran to the white-shirted woman. He looked drunk, and there seemed to be little stars in his eyes. He exclaimed, "Sister, you smile so beautifully."

The smile in the eyes of the woman in white shirt disappeared instantly, but she stretched out her white palm and gently tapped it on the little fat man's head, neither light nor heavy.

The little fat man squinted, enjoying himself.

"There is such a shameless person in the world!" A word flashed in everyone's mind.

The fat Daotong looked at the remaining dozen people, and there was nothing surprising, so he waved his hand impatiently and said, "Continue to test, hurry up."

Su Zimo straightened his clothes and stepped forward.