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The huge spiritual power shrouded Pu Jin with a coercion. Even a strong physique like him could not withstand the huge impact. Pu Jin, who was almost able to knock people off the ring, was struck by him at this moment. Li Chengyuan was seriously injured with a sword and fell off the ring.

Li Chengyuan was panting, and his spiritual energy was almost exhausted. He held on to his sword to keep from falling.

Everyone looked at Li Chengyuan dumbfounded, as if they had seen an illusion.

The corners of Feng Changyun's lips curled up into a smile of unknown meaning.

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[I’ve seen big guys use this trick before]

[Yes, I have seen it too, she used it twice]

[Isn’t this just for big guys? Or is this the Qingfeng Sect’s swordsmanship? 】

[Ah ah ah, but I have to say, this move is really powerful]

Not only was the live broadcast room lively, but the disciples below also became excited after reacting.

The elder of Ten Thousand Buddhas Valley made a Buddhist salute to Feng Changyun and said with a smile: "You are to be feared by the descendants, you are to be feared by the descendants. Elder Feng's sword of thousands of leaves and flowers is flying. I didn't expect to see a second person use it."

Another elder said sourly: "Elder Feng is really generous. He can teach others his famous skills."

Feng Changyun raised his eyebrows: "I didn't teach him, he figured it out on his own."

There is a rigid rule in the world of immortality. The swordsmanship you have learned by yourself does not need to be taught to others, so even if you don't teach it, you will not be criticized.

It may take most people many years to realize their own swordsmanship, so few people will teach others what they have learned.

Unless you have greater achievements or are short-lived, you need a legacy to let the world remember your name.

Feng Changyun is obviously neither of those. The most powerful person known to the outside world is Wanye Feihua.

But she was young, so they were surprised that Feng Changyun had such a high level of consciousness and actually taught others what she knew.

Unexpectedly, Feng Changyun said that Li Chengyuan realized it himself.

Every one of Feng Changyun's competitions was watched and observed over and over again. There were even many people outside who made a lot of money selling the photo stones from her competitions. Almost everyone had seen her Ten Thousand Leaves Flying Flowers.

But after so many years, no one has ever imitated it.

Even many elders tried to study it, but they couldn't do what she did.

So I was even more surprised when I heard that Li Chengyuan realized it on his own.

If Li Chengyuan really realized it by himself, then this Qingfeng Sect disciple's swordsmanship talent is indeed higher than everyone thought.

There is no doubt that Li Chengyuan wins this match.

Li Chengyuan looked at Feng Changyun almost subconsciously, and saw a faint smile on her lips, silently walking down the competition platform.

He lowered his head, and his face was unclear from his disheveled hair.

He felt like everyone was laughing at him. He stole other people's things and used them to show off his power.

He couldn't explain what it was like, but a strange feeling suddenly arose somewhere in Li Chengyuan's heart.

In the thick soil, something seemed to have broken a gap, and a green bud grew out.

He lowered his head and asked himself why he and his senior sister had come to this point.

What has Senior Sister done in these years to make so many disciples in the sect so disgusted with her?

As a senior sister, the first disciple of the sect, and the future head of the sect, is it wrong to strictly require the juniors and juniors under the sect to practice well?

But why did he think Feng Changyun was hypocritical before? One thing on the surface and another behind the scenes.

Her original intention has never changed, and the things she does are the same as before. Why does it make them feel irritated?

At this moment, Li Chengyuan felt more and more depressed, but more importantly, he felt confused and at a loss.

Like a child walking in the dark, there is always a light pointing the way.

But at some point, the lamp disappeared.

He seemed to hate Feng Changyun, but also seemed to respect her very much.

The two emotions pulled back and forth, making him sink deeper and deeper, as if he was sinking into a swamp or an abyss. Even if he climbed up a little, he would be pulled by a greater force and fall deeper.

He watched helplessly as he sank deeper and deeper, but was unable to do anything. His vision went black and he fainted.

At this time, Bai Rong, who was sitting in the crowd, turned even pale.

He asked the system anxiously: [What's going on? Why are more and more people starting to develop self-awareness? Even Li Chengyuan is starting to wake up? He, he seems to be almost out of control]

System: [The situation here has been reported to the main system, please wait, don’t worry]

The approval from above has come down, and the application it submitted to give up the task was approved.

It will take some time for the system to give up its mission and leave the world. It is afraid that Bai Rong will die with it, so it can only stabilize her first.

Bai Rong's voice was filled with tears: [System, I feel that I really can't complete this task]

The system remained silent. Before Bai Rong knew it, it had already given up.

Not only the tasker can give up the task, but the system also has the authority to give up after evaluating whether there is value in continuing the task.

But giving up the mission is equivalent to giving up Bai Rong.

After a long silence, Bai Rong's voice became softer: [System, do we still have to do this task? 】

The voice of the system machine is cold: [Host, if you abandon the mission, you will be wiped out]

[But do you think my current situation is different from being obliterated? The character of the protagonist has collapsed, the plot has collapsed, and now even important NPCs are starting to lose control. It won’t be long before all NPCs will awaken]

The system didn't know how to comfort her and remained silent.

Bai Rong murmured: [This world is no longer suitable for continuing missions. You have brought so many missionaries, you can’t help but notice it]

The system still doesn't speak.

Yes, how could it not be seen?

The plot direction of all mission worlds is fixed. What will happen in the future and what to do at which time are all clear to them.

They are like gods aloft, controlling all changes.

But in this world now, they are all alive and no longer controlled by others.

Bai Rong lowered his head and smiled miserably, stood up from his seat unsteadily, and walked out step by step.

No one asked her what was wrong, and no one helped her.

She passed through so many people, and everyone seemed not to see her. They only stared at the new round of competition that had begun on the stage, cheering and concentrating.

Are you willing?

Still unwilling.

Bai Rong thought of her sick grandmother. She needed a lot of money for medical treatment, so she entered the mission world and started doing missions.

She remembered that on the first day she came here, there was a beggar at the door of the company who pulled her clothes and tried to persuade her like crazy not to go, saying that they should not interfere with the running of other worlds, and they would be punished.

Obviously all worlds exist independently and should not be interfered with. They are not cold words, but living people. He even begged her not to do the task.

What did she say then?

Bai Rong vaguely remembered that she said: Are you sick? It’s just a novel, a book! And I need money. My grandma is sick and I want to make money to treat her. As long as I can make money, I can do anything. Once I make enough, I will leave.

The rewards in the mission world are very generous. She earned a lot of money on her first mission. She paid for hospitalization, hired the best medical team, and bought a villa. The remaining money was still enough for her to spend half her life.

But the feeling of being able to make money so easily made her lose herself for a moment. She felt that if she didn't do more tasks, it would be a loss to the task world.

She even forgot that she just wanted to make some money to pay for hospitalization.

So, she entered the mission world again and once again made a lot of money.

The total money from the two mission worlds would be enough for her to squander no matter how much she spent in the future. Even if she squandered it, it would take several years to squander it all.

But it seems that she has become addicted to the world of missions.

She enjoys dragging others down from their high pedestals and turning them into dust, and enjoys herself going from being penniless to holding the financial lifeline, or from having nothing to having a happy family.

That feeling fascinated her.

She changed the character she didn't like from a superior queen to a prostitute in a brothel, and sent the queen's thirteen-year-old daughter to the military camp to be played with.

What was she thinking at that time?

Oh, she is a thoughtless paper person anyway, and she wouldn’t do that in the real world, so why can’t she vent here?

She also crippled her savior's son, and then pushed him into the abyss to eternal death. She watched him struggle and die in despair. The feeling of controlling other people's lives made her fascinated.

She enjoyed this feeling again and again and didn't think it was evil at all.

They are just a bunch of thoughtless paper people, it doesn't matter what they do, since it's impossible for her to do that in the real world.

She is so kind, why can't she let herself be indulged in this novel world?

Bai Rong walked to the end of the crowd and looked back. No one in the crowd was looking at her. They were all shouting for the people on the competition stage.

There was a lot of hustle and bustle, but she was the only one standing outside the hustle and bustle, out of place.

Also, she doesn't belong here.

At this moment, tears suddenly fell down for no reason.

Bai Rong suddenly missed her grandma and regretted it very much. She shouldn't have been greedy.

How happy would it be if you could stop early and enjoy the rest of your life with your grandma?

Why did she leave her grandmother behind to do the task? does it worth?

She looked at the crowd indifferently. Her fellow disciples just looked back at her and then looked back strangely, or frowned. From the beginning to the end, no one asked: What's wrong with you?

She wanted to smile, but she couldn't raise the corners of her mouth.

It turns out that no one among them would be willing to get close to her even if they had even the slightest bit of self-awareness.

It turns out that no one loved her despite her struggle for so long.

In the three thousand worlds, there is only one person in the world who truly loves her.

[System, if I give up the mission, how long do I have? 】

The system was silent for a long time, and then a cold mechanical sound sounded: [Three months]

[Will they remember me after I leave? 】

[No, this world is greatly affected by the missionaries. I will erase everything related to you and minimize the impact of the missionaries on the mission world]

Bai Rong's eyelashes trembled slightly, feeling sad. It turned out that she was not even qualified to leave any trace...

The system's voice sounded again: [Facilitate the arrival of the next tasker]

[Is this mission world still open? You know that this is no longer a simple mission world]

The system's voice was cold and ruthless: [The main system will not give up any mission world. Each mission world is built with a huge investment of financial resources]

Her voice was a little sarcastic: [Maybe, I don't understand, what do you get in the mission world by spending so much money? 】

System: [This exceeds the host’s permission to ask questions, and the system has the right to refuse to answer]

Bai Rong didn't ask again.

She still has three months to go.

Just as she was about to leave, she saw Feng Changyun sitting at the elder's seat looking at her with an expressionless face.

Bai Rong lowered her face, thinking that she should blame her.

If she hadn't appeared, her life would not have been messed up.

She still has a master who loves her, classmates who respect her, and even a lover.

But when she came, she seemed to have nothing left.

How could she not complain?

But she really doesn't seem to complain.

She doesn't blame her master, nor her ungrateful fellow disciples, nor her dirty tricks in her work.

She is truly pure and pure, like the moon, an existence that she has never been able to achieve in her life.

At this moment, she seemed to suddenly understand why some people are still loved even if they fall into the dust.

And what about the moon? The moon should be hanging in the sky, how could it fall down and get dirty?

With a pale face, Bai Rong bowed to Feng Changyun and turned to leave.

At this moment, she suddenly had a ridiculous idea. In such a mission world where everyone has self-awareness, why are there still missionaries?

What is the strategy for the arrival of missionaries?

What can they get after the strategy? What can the system get? What on earth was it used for?

What do they want from the mission world?

Is the mission world really just a mission world?

Except for those who have awakened their self-awareness here, are those who are still controlled by the plot really just a few lines of inconspicuous text in a book?

Bai Rong doesn't know the answer, just like she doesn't understand why Feng Changyun is completely different from what is described in the book.

Bai Rong's whole person became decadent, but the live broadcast room was very contemptuous of Bai Rong's appearance at this time, and even felt bored.

【Again? Are you really not tired of it? 】

[No, why are you crying? Wipe your tears, men want to fight! Pick up your gun! Kill yourself]

[Act, you continue to act for me, you act even if there is no fucking stage, do you dare to act for us? 】

[I have to say that my acting skills have improved. Just this scene is enough for ten years of domestic entertainment study]

[This feeling of brokenness is incredible, boss, please don’t be deceived by her]

[But she really looked like she was about to be broken into pieces]

[Fake, go upstairs and wash your eyes. How many times has she acted and still been deceived? 】

Bai Rong has no credibility in the eyes of the people in the live broadcast room. She loves acting the most, especially she likes to pretend to be weak and shed tears at every turn, which is exactly the same as now.

It's just that her acting skills have improved a lot now, and they were all stunned and almost believed it.

The competition was still going on. Feng Changyun didn't pay attention to Bai Rong who was suddenly emo, and couldn't understand what she was praying for?

Could it be that he suddenly woke up and decided to change his past?

That's fine. If you realize your mistakes and actively correct them, you are a good child. She didn't do anything harmful to the world.

Feng Changyun thought magnanimously, just say that she is being excluded. Now she has isolated all of them with her strength and is not afraid of being excluded.

He took the unconscious Li Chengyuan back to the small courtyard and settled him down.

After checking, it was found that the man had no injuries except that his spiritual energy was a little too much. He would be fine after a sleep.

However, what Feng Changyun didn't expect was that Li Chengyuan didn't wake up the next day.

Because of his coma, he was disqualified from the competition and ended up in third place.

The remaining two decided the winner in just one morning.

The first place is Cheng Feishuang of Xuanjian Sect, and the second place is Li Yao of Baihe Sect.

The competition of the Golden Elixir Group was completely over, and Li Chengyuan was still unconscious.

Feng Changyun invited the alchemist from the Xuanjian Sect, and the diagnosis was the same as Feng Changyun's. She would be fine after a sleep, but she couldn't wake up no matter how hard she screamed.