Refinement, masculinity

Everyone looked at the fourth petal, and then looked at the other parts that hadn't been lit up, and they were really surprised: "Is there a person on every small map? What criteria are the chances selected according to? Why are there so many?"

"Who knows, maybe they can find the answer inside, ask them when they come out... Ah, the light is scattered."

Everyone watched intently, and there was a vast ocean in front of them, with an extremely wide field of vision. The distant edge seemed to have merged with the sky, regardless of each other. This place is different from the general sea. The water surface is as calm as a mirror, without even a ripple. .

There was a large wooden boat quietly floating on the sea, and a man was standing on the bow holding the reins, shouting to the sky: "I am the man who is going to be the One Piece King!"

Everyone: "..."

Feng Bai looked around and found no one responded, so he continued to shout: "One Piece, I'm sure hahaha!"

Everyone: "..."

Feng Bai waited and waited, he couldn't take it anymore, jumped off the bow, quickly turned the big boat inside and out three times, he almost wanted to remove every piece of wood, to see if there were hidden compartments, but he knew he couldn't do this , otherwise he would fall into the sea, so he started to read the fourth time: "Where are people, where are people? Is there anyone? Why is it only me?!"

He persevered to turn it ten times, and finally resigned to his fate. He stood silently on the deck and looked around, and then he was shocked: "Oh, where is the sun? Why is there no sun here?! Where is the light? This is it?!"

Everyone: "..."

Seeing that there was still no answer, Feng Bai completely gave up, went to the cabin to find a fishing rod, and went fishing depressed.

Everyone couldn't help wondering: "There is no wind and no sun, will there be fish in it?"

"I don't know... Ah look! The map next to him is open, the fifth petal!"

The others didn't need to be reminded, they hurriedly looked over there, and there was also a piece of blue, but it was not the sea, but an altitude of [-] meters, with a round white cloud with a diameter of one meter floating above it, and there was nothing else.

There was a person standing on the cloud, looking around coldly, then took out his sword and wanted to fly with the sword, but the magic weapon was not suspended by the aura as usual, but fell lifelessly on the cloud, sending out There was a muffled sound.

Everyone was surprised: "Can't use the flying technique? Then why did he leave?"

"Is there another mystery?"

Ye Jue pondered for a while, then tried other spells, but found that none of them worked, so he knew they were banned. He slowly retracted his saber, and sat down cross-legged.

Everyone looked at him: "Is he thinking?"

"Well, I'm thinking."

"He's thinking, he's still thinking...what the hell is he thinking?"

"No, listen to me guys, I think he's just silent."

Everyone: "..."

They thought that there were only one or two people who could enter the opportunity, but they didn't expect so many people. When the sixth petal lit up, everyone was numb and couldn't feel the shock. How miserable the people are, who knows that when they look at it, they will not be angry immediately.

In front of me is a rainy scene in the south of the Yangtze River, with small bridges and flowing water, misty waves, and a hazy beauty. There is a restaurant near the lake. There are three or two people sitting in the lobby of the restaurant. There were melon and fruit snacks on the table, and he enjoyed them very much. He propped his head on one hand, and lazily ordered: "Little Er, refill."

"Okay, guest officer, here we come~" The man dressed as the waiter in the shop quickly ran forward with a teapot and poured him tea respectfully.

Que Wu picked it up and blew it, took a sip slowly, then looked up and found an old man and a young man coming down from the second floor, the old one was holding an erhu in his arms, and the young one was a young girl. He raised his eyebrows: "Sing a song of?"

The little girl nodded.

Quewu smiled at the corners of his mouth, casually showing a little laziness and suaveness in his heart, and pointed to the open space in front of him: "Sing a song for you, and you will be rewarded if you sing well."

The little girl bowed profusely: "Yes."

The sound of the erhu sounded at the right time. The little girl stood upright and twirled her fingers: "The eyes are in the moon, shining down on the earth. It is like a human being, a place that has never passed away..."

Que Wu narrowed his eyes slightly and listened leisurely.

People who knew him well outside were simply resentful: "It's too unfair. Doesn't it mean that good and evil will be rewarded in the end? How could he be so lucky? This is unscientific!"

"It's extremely unscientific!"

Everyone stared at someone who gritted their teeth softly. From the corner of their eyes, they saw the seventh petal lit up. At this moment, there were only two last black screens left on the entire map, one was also in the shape of a petal, and the other was a stamen.

"A flower composed of eight petals..." Everyone was amazed and looked at the seventh place.

The light gradually dissipated, revealing a road with a width of three meters. Tall maple trees were planted on both sides of the road. It was late autumn, and the maple leaves were all over the ground. Orange.

"It's so beautiful." Everyone couldn't help admiring. Seeing Renxiao walking leisurely, they all wondered if this person was as lucky as Quewu. Then they found a group of people suddenly pouring out in front of them. A knife, with a black cowhide blindfold covering his left eye, tilted his head and looked at him arrogantly: "Robbery!"

"It turns out that this is also unlucky. Why is it so good that you can be so good? You are so lucky... Hey, wait, why does that leader have the same face as Duan Cheng?!"

Everyone looked over together, and sure enough, they saw that the bandit leader and Duan Cheng looked exactly the same. They hurriedly looked at the first petal, and there were still fireballs in that silver-white world, accompanied by the sound of "wife", they After confirming that Duan Cheng was still there, he turned his gaze back.

The leader's eyes were fierce: "Why are you in a daze, pay quickly, or don't blame us for being rude!"

Ren Xiao looked at him and was silent for a while: "...what the hell are you doing?"

The leader got angry: "Do you dare to say that I am playing tricks? Do you think I am joking with you? Brothers, come on, teach him a lesson, unless he is willing to pay, don't stop beating him to death!"

"Yes!" The crowd immediately gathered around.

After the leader finished speaking, he also picked up the knife and rushed over with a murderous look.

Ren Xiao frowned slightly, sideways to avoid his attack: "...Duan Cheng?"

The leader didn't answer, and continued to greet him with a knife.

Ren Xiao quickly saw the problem. Although this person's appearance and cultivation were the same as Duan Cheng's, he gave people a different feeling, and he didn't know how to use spells. It seemed that it was just a superficial appearance.

He took out his sword and concentrated on fighting the enemy.

The people outside watched them fight, still a little incredulous: "Why Duan Cheng's face? Could it be because he was the first person to open a map?"

"maybe……"

As they were talking, they suddenly saw the eighth petal light up, followed by the stamen in the middle. Since then, the whole opportunity has been revealed. They looked at the eighth small map and found that it was an ancient tree. The diameter of the tree's branches is three meters wide. Stepping on it is like a flat ground. Countless wide branches and leaves are intertwined, making the whole tree look like a huge castle.

Meng Ling stood on one of the branches, letting the gauze-like defensive magic weapon float around to protect him firmly. He held the cloud opening fan and looked at the things in front of him expressionlessly.

Everyone followed suit and couldn't help but inhale: "...What is that?"

The thing in sight is about one and a half meters high and three meters long, with white and fluffy hair all over its body. Its eyes are blood red. At first glance, it looks like a rabbit, but it has a big tail that belongs to a fox. In addition, its forehead is bulging A milky white horn, as big as a child's fist, with a little blood oozing from the center, looks very coquettish.

Its limbs were strong and powerful, and its claws were long and sharp like daggers. It looked at Meng Ling, kicked its hind legs, and leaped into the air with all its might, facing his head with its claws, and slashed hard.

Meng Ling calmly manipulated the magic weapon to block in front of him, and then swung the cloud-opening fan. The sharp wind knife was about to touch its body, but although this thing was big, it was extremely sensitive, so he hurriedly backflipped to dodge He started his attack, then leaned to the side, stepped on the branch again, and continued to attack Meng Ling from a different angle.

Meng Ling turned sideways slightly, and covered its sharp claws with tulle to prevent water from leaking, and the thing changed direction again.

Everyone was dazzled to see that thing constantly changing angles and attacking more and more fiercely. In the end, its body could hardly be seen, only a shadow running back and forth between the branches and leaves. They couldn't help exclaiming: "It's so fast! speed!"

Duan's family members worriedly asked, "Is Xiao Ling going to be okay?"

"Don't be a crow!" Grandpa Duan yelled over, staring at the screen tightly, complaining, "What the hell is Xiaocheng doing? Hurry up and roast that damned rabbit!"

The person next to him patiently persuaded: "Calm down your anger, isn't Xiaocheng still fighting against the wind and snow? Look, the snow is falling so hard that you can't see his shadow clearly."

Grandpa Duan glanced angrily, and seeing that the first small map was still silvery white, he turned his gaze to Meng Ling and looked at it nervously.

Meng Ling frowned slightly, and gathered the spiritual energy on the cloud opening fan, ready to wait for the opportunity to act. The speed of this thing is too fast, if he is not absolutely sure, he will not waste the spiritual energy.

The thing couldn't attack for a long time, and with a low growl in its throat, it rushed over with all its strength.

Meng Ling stared at it without blinking. I don't know if it was an illusion. The thing seemed to have paused the moment it touched him. His heart moved, he took half a step back to absorb its attack, and then raised his hand to let the two ends of the tulle Go up and wrap around it quickly.

The thing was startled, and turned back quickly, trying to escape the roundup.

Meng Ling knew that there was only one chance. If he had the chance to fight back, he would be out of protection at this moment, and his whole body would be full of flaws. He would definitely suffer. He raised the cloud fan instead of attacking with the whole fan as usual Instead, use only the top layer and swing it vertically.

The aura condensed into a transparent arc-shaped long knife in an instant, and it flew forward at a very high speed. The thing had just turned backwards, and there was no time to adjust its posture, so it had to try its best to avoid it.

The branches and leaves were instantly dyed red, and blood splashed everywhere. The thing wailed and fell hard, and a small hind leg landed at the same time as it.

Meng Ling took advantage of this gap to recall the tulle, surrounded her again, and stared at it indifferently.

That thing got up quickly, losing one of its hind legs, its speed would be severely reduced, it looked at him fiercely, backed up a little bit, and then saw that he didn't seem to have any intention of chasing, it hurriedly got into the leaves and disappeared quickly.

Meng Ling did not take back the defensive magic weapon, but held the cloud-opening fan and looked around blankly. At this moment, a gentle voice suddenly sounded from behind the leaves not far away, with a hint of regret: " If I were you, I wouldn't let it go so easily."

He was slightly startled, and hurriedly looked over, seeing that person slowly circled around the leaves and appeared in front of his eyes, he was stunned: "...It's you."