Qiao Hu was a little nervous, standing there and squeezing his hands very crampedly.

"Don't be nervous. "Murong Jing seems to be unreliable, but in fact he is very experienced as a guide.

It was up to her to guide the successful mystics, not a thousand, but as many as eight hundred.

Murong Xun sat there, rarely, retracted a smiling face, and his eyes showed a bit of seriousness.

She held Qiao Hu's arm, and a wisp of mysterious power slowly penetrated into Qiao Hu's wrist.

Qiao Hu only felt that a warm breath began to circulate inside his body, and it was very comfortable to surround him, and slowly that trace of tension disappeared without a trace.

The whole person seemed to be soaking in a hot spring, and the warm body gradually relaxed.

Qiao Hu opened his mouth slightly and closed his eyes with a smile.

Qiao Cong, who was standing on the edge of the pit, but had been staring at this end with his eyes, saw this, and the sneering smile on the corner of his mouth once again poured out.

"Little waste, do you still want to become a mysticist? Qiao Cong held his arm that was simply bandaged, endured the pain, and snorted in a cold sweat.

Then he left directly from the edge of the pit, never wanting to look at the old master again.

It's so useless, you can't even do it with a seven-year-old child!

He actually worshiped such a useless master, and even his face was lost!

In the end, Uncle Bi was dragged up from the pit by two other Dawn Sect disciples.

"Why waste your energy and spend time on this little waste in vain?" Qiao Cong stood aside with his arms crossed, not daring to raise his voice in anger, for fear of attracting a violent beating from classmate Qiao, so he just complained quietly.

The Xuanshi Alliance Guild guide, who was thrown away by Murong Wei and ran back on his own, glanced down at Qiao Cong, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

At such a young age, the words are so mean, it really makes people feel no good in their hearts.

"Little brother, you're wrong to say that. The guide raised his head and looked in Murong Xun's direction, and a faint hint of admiration appeared on his face, although this Murong mentor was so unreliable many times......

And yet—

"Tutor Murong is a very powerful guide, as long as it is a child who is guided by her, no one will fail to open the Xuan! Tutor Murong is a guide who is truly 100% successful in opening the Xuan!"

Qiao Cong's eyes suffocated slightly, and he secretly clenched his hand.

No, it can't be! In the entire Qiao clan of Qiaotou Village, he is the only one who is a true genius, who succeeded in opening the Xuan at the age of nine, and then was directly taken away by the Dawn Sect to become a disciple of the Dawn Sect, and the glory of the lintel is incomparable.

That Qiao Hu, for three years in a row, went into the city every year to find a guide to open the Xuan, but none of them succeeded!

He is the joke of the old Qiao family, an out-and-out waste!

Qiao Hu's hands suddenly burst into a faint luster, and the tiger-headed child suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with huge surprises.

"It worked!" said the others in the square, their faces full of envy.

Oh my God, a ten-year-old Xuanshi was born in front of them again!

I really want my own children to ...... One by one, the parents in the square bowed their heads and looked at their children with hope.

Ten-year-old Qiao Hu, after three years of failure, finally succeeded in opening the Xuan and officially embarked on the road of the Xuan Master!

"Thank you, Mentor Murong. Qiao Hu turned around and bowed respectfully to Murong Xing, with a humble smile on his little face.