Cannon fodder apprentice counter attack system

One night passed, the rainstorm had just stopped, Hurricane Town, a corner of the market wall.

A young man of about thirteen stepped on the puddle under his feet, and the rainwater stored in the puddle splashed, making "slap" and "slap" sounds.The sound was like the wheels of a carriage passing by at a high speed, but in a flash, the boy had already run away quickly, leaving only the shadow of a certain illusory civilian at the corner of his sleeve.

This path is a shortcut, leading directly to the trial ground of the Blood Martial Alliance.

Today is the day when this young man enters Hurricane Town.In Hurricane Town, the Blood Martial Alliance family dominates, and the essence of Taoism is profound. It is a model of Taoism in Hurricane Town.

Those mortals who want to cultivate immortality and seek Taoism naturally want to pass the annual trial of the Blood Martial Alliance, pass through the checkpoints, and step into the road of Taoism.

In their small place, the only Taoist sect is the Blood Martial Alliance.

The Blood Martial Alliance has existed in Hurricane Town for more than a hundred years. Over the years, it has gone through wind and rain, and it can be regarded as a blessed place with a lot of beauty.The Blood Martial Alliance stands in Nabudian Mountain, surrounded by green hills, submerging the Blood Martial Alliance clan in the green mountains and green waters.On the top of the green hill, there are many high-rise buildings belonging to the Blood Martial Alliance standing among the lush trees, making the whole Mount Braun more magnificent and unique.

The high-rise buildings built along the mountain range can also be regarded as a magnificent view of the Britannia Mountain in Hurricane Town.And in Hurricane Town, only the disciples of the Blood Martial Alliance are eligible to enter the mysterious Britannia Mountain and appreciate its unique charm.

The boy had just turned thirteen this year, and he had reached the standard for the Blood Martial Alliance to accept disciples. Then he bid farewell to his parents and went up to the mountain to practice alone.He was full of joy, and was about to reach the corner of this secluded path, but suddenly his head froze, his eyes went dark, and then he lost consciousness.

Wang Junsheng stepped out of the darkness just now.In this dark path, the black clothes seem to merge into one.His bright eyes were shining brightly in this narrow path. He bent down, reached into the skirt of the young man's clothes, searched around his chest for a while, and then withdrew his right hand.

When he took it back again, he was already holding a piece of rice paper in his hand. The rice paper had been kneaded until it was almost wrinkled. It must have been something that the young man cherished very much.He looked at the rice paper in his hand, then at the boy's pockmarked cheeks, and finally stuffed the rice paper into his mustard space.

Afterwards, he took out another piece of breasts from the mustard space, on which was a blurred cheek, and he took out colored pens and inks, smeared on it for a while, then shook his breasts, and put All your own things are in your bag.

Covering the mask with the palm of his hand, and sticking it to his cheek, the original delicate face has been replaced by an ordinary pockmarked face.

The expression on the face was indifferent, no emotion could be seen, it was obviously a rather ordinary face, but at the moment it looked deep and terrifying.He glanced at the pockmarked boy who was sleeping soundly from the corner of his eye, and finally left without a trace of remembrance.

As soon as we arrived at the corner of the street, the rainbow that appeared after the rain was completely exposed on the entire sky.The solitary bird sang, vibrating its powerful wings and flew towards the rainbow bridge, and the blue sky was more ethereal than before it rained.

The sun was inexplicably glaring, he blocked it with his palm, then squinted his eyes to adapt to the light.He looked at the lone bird, at the rainbow light in the distance, stood there for a while, finally turned around, turned the corner, accelerated, and ran towards the Blood Martial Alliance like the pockmarked boy just now.

The rainwater in the puddles splashed, and the light sound of splashing all the way was like playing music.

When I came to the foot of Mount Braun, there were already many people staying there, starting at the age of 13 and ending at the age of 40.For a cultivator, if he still doesn't have any true energy at the age of 40, he can only be an ordinary person.

The entire mountain of Britannica is steep, and the trees on the mountain are verdant, and the sunlight is projected down, but it is shaded by the trees, leaving only shade.They are now in an open space surrounded by four green hills, and there are only four gaps between the green hills for them to go out or come in.

As for Wang Junsheng, he just passed through the gap in the green hill to the west.

There were almost all the people waiting here, Wang Junsheng tried his best to hide his presence and stood silently at the end of the queue.

He came here this time just to find evidence from the Blood Martial Alliance that they had fallen into the evil way, and naturally he didn't want to be discovered by those Golden Core cultivators during the first trial.His current cultivation base is at the heart-beating stage, which is only one level lower than those Jindan monks, and their cultivation method in Fuxi Mountain is much better than other places, and the so-called heart-beating monks here are much better. .

Moreover, based on his Nascent Soul-level Consciousness Sea in his previous life, he really didn't pay attention to those Golden Core cultivators.

But even so, it still made him unable to live in peace.A little doll next to him seemed to have a special affection for him, and kept talking to him. "Hey, what's your name? Where do you come from? Where do you live? Which family's disciple are you?"

Wang Junsheng was too disturbed, so he had to answer. "I'm just a country man who wants to become a fairy."

"I don't believe it, you look different from others." The man had a keen sense, "I am Luo Qingzhuo, the son of the Patriarch of the Qingqiu Family in Xiran Village, Hurricane Town, and I came here for the purpose of cultivating, so that I can carry forward my family in the future."

He spoke quite proudly, but Wang Junsheng was unmoved.

In the land of Shenzhou, even cultivators are divided into two classes, upper and lower.The first-class people are those who are dedicated to the Tao, hoping to ascend to the Tao one day, and the lower-class people are those secular people who practice for the family.

The former is for the avenue; the latter is for the trail.

The properties are different, and the results obtained are naturally different.

Wang Junsheng, in his previous life, he was that lower class, but even that lower class was one of the lower class with relatively high aptitude.But in this life...

Wang Junsheng was a little dazed, if he found the person who killed the family and avenged him, he would naturally take the superior road.

"Hey, are you listening?" The teenager beside him who was about the same height as him glared at him in embarrassment.

Wang Junsheng was silent, it's not that he didn't want to tell him his name, and then deal with this guy who kept twittering, but...he really didn't know his current name.

Just at this moment, a loud bell rang to save Wang Junsheng from this embarrassing situation.

"Everyone here has come from all over Hurricane Town. I believe that everyone here has a kind of attachment to cultivating immortals. On behalf of the Blood Martial Alliance, I would like to extend my welcome to you."

The person who spoke was a monk sent by the Blood Martial Alliance, his cultivation level was nothing more than heart-wrenching, and among those around him, only one or two had reached the level of Golden Core, so it was only mediocre to come to this Blood Martial Alliance.

Wang Jun felt strange in his last life, how could a Blood Martial Alliance composed of Heartbeat and Golden Core cultivators destroy Fuxi Mountain, which was generally composed of Golden Core cultivators.

It doesn't make sense at all.

At that time, he thought that the Blood Martial League had gone downhill in the past few years, but now it seems that the Blood Martial League back then simply did not have the ability to destroy Fuxi Mountain.

Wang Junsheng suddenly had a trace of hatred from the bottom of his heart, and the malice in his body began to spread slowly, but soon, he suppressed it in his heart.He took a deep breath, and finally he didn't let go of the hatred that seeped from the bottom of his heart just now.

Luo Qingzhuo, who was next to him, obviously also noticed Wang Wang Junsheng's strangeness, and immediately leaned forward and poked Wang Wang Junsheng's forehead.Wang Junsheng was taken aback, and immediately slapped his troubled palm away.

Luo Qingzhuo let out a painful "Ah yo".The surroundings happened to be in a quiet atmosphere, and everyone listened carefully to the passionate performance of the people on the stage, so naturally they didn't like the exclamation.

Luo Qingzhuo was naturally thin-skinned, so he immediately smiled embarrassingly, touched his sore palm with aggrievedness, and stood quietly at the back of the queue.

Wang Junsheng lowered his head in satisfaction, and continued to look at everything around him.

The Golden Core cultivator who was speaking on the stage coughed and gave Luo Qingzhuo a warning look before continuing. "Everyone knows that our Blood Martial Alliance is the best cultivating sect in Hurricane Town. Although it is not as good as the hermit monks on Fuxi Mountain, we are still catching up every year. Now, our sect has devoted itself to researching a set of cultivating sects. method, once this method is successfully cultivated, then our sect will definitely step on a new milestone. And Fuxi Mountain will only be able to hold my neck!"

This sentence caused a commotion in the crowd underneath.

Everyone gritted their ears. "is this real?"

"Why haven't you heard of this before?"

Luo Qingzhuo was also curious, and leaned forward and asked: "Brother, do you think this is credible? But I think it is quite credible. The Blood Martial Alliance is a giant in cultivating immortals in our Hurricane Town. How many golden elixirs have been cultivated over the years?" Cultivator... Sigh, it would be great if I could become a Golden Core cultivator, so that I can carry forward the lintel and not be angered by other families in the same village."

He instinctively felt that he had slipped his mouth, so he quickly covered his mouth.

Wang Junsheng glanced at him and reminded him. "There is no shortcut to practice."

Luo Qingzhuo's eyes widened, obviously he never thought that Wang Junsheng would answer him, he looked happy, and was about to say something, but he heard the golden core cultivator on the stage raise his shoulder-raising eyebrows, and said seriously: "Silence! quiet!"

The whole open space fell silent in an instant.When Wang Junsheng glanced over, his heart suddenly turned cold. Those mortals obviously had a lot of trust in what the Blood Martial Alliance said, but none of them doubted it.

He frowned slightly, but bowed his head in silence.

There has never been a shortcut to cultivation, so what exactly is the method that the Blood Martial Alliance is talking about now?Is it cheating?Or is it true?

He looked at the Golden Core cultivator who was talking happily on the stage, and he had already ruled out the possibility of the Blood Martial Alliance deceiving mortals.Well, this is already certain, the Blood Martial Alliance must have a ulterior motive, otherwise it would be impossible to say these words.

Is it intentional not to leave Fuxi Mountain in every sentence?Or mandate?

Wang Junsheng covered up the anger in his brows and stood under the scorching sun pretending to be a grandson.