Picking up soap in a harmonious world

Due to the large number of people, the sect has adopted a consistent elimination system. There are ten venues for competitions. Each venue has eight arenas. The time limit for each pair to compete is one stick of incense. for victory.

At first, I thought this design was unreasonable. More than [-] people participated in the competition, and the time for every two people to compete on stage was one stick of incense. So it would take a year of the monkey to finish the competition? !

It wasn't until I watched the two competitions that I suddenly realized: Some successes and failures only take a moment.

Just in case, I asked Han Zhao to use the invisibility technique to walk around in front of Father Liao, but Father Liao, who was in the golden dan stage, didn't notice anything.

After verifying the feasibility of this plan, I worked with Han Choo on acting skills and spells. Usually, he would hit wherever I pointed, or I would read the name of a certain spell, and he would cast it for me.If the situation changes, use ciphers to communicate the message.

On the day of the competition, the weather was beautiful. There was a heavy rain the day before yesterday, which washed away the filth, and the aura in the mountains was more abundant than before, which made people feel refreshed and full of energy.

The venue for the competition I was arranged for was in a well-known peach blossom forest in the sect. There were still petals from yesterday's rain on the arena, which had a desolate beauty.

The opponent is a female cultivator at the fourth level of Qi training, with a sweet appearance and an exquisite figure. She is staring at me coldly with her beautiful eyes. Qianqianyu is holding a sword full of cold light in her hand. Standing still but ready to go.

I guess she and I hold the same idea, the enemy can't move, I can't move.

The atmosphere on the arena was stagnant and tense, but the audience was crowded with people.

From time to time, someone shouted loudly below to start quickly, but it didn't affect my emotions at all.

After a while, the female cultivator finally couldn't help but move her hands. She was muttering something, and then she touched the blade with her finger, and a stream of blood flowed down the groove, and the blade instantly released There was a buzzing sound, and a cold light flew towards me like electricity.

I opened my mouth, but before I could say the secret signal I made with Han Tiao, the sword edge was already approaching my forehead. I closed my eyes in a hopeless manner, waiting for the next moment of pain to come.

After closing my eyes for about three seconds, I suddenly heard a woman screaming, and the noisy voices in the audience fell silent instantly, and the expected pain did not come.

I quickly opened my eyes, but what I saw completely shocked me.

The sword that was about to pierce my forehead just now sank into the opponent's abdomen, leaving only half of the blade outside, piercing the female cultivator.

The nun lay down on the ground in pain, but the sword inserted into her body seemed to be excited by bloodthirsty, and kept humming, as if announcing its madness for blood to everyone.

"What kind of magic weapon are you... using?! You must have... violated the rules and used some weird spells. You are a demon cultivator! Demon cultivator!" She pointed at me and yelled at me regardless of the blood on her body: "Shameless person, what do you use? What kind of spell is it, so weird and sinister, it looks like a monster's spell, elder... this person should be arrested and punished! I didn't lose...I didn't lose..."

Feeling guilty and guilty for a while, I quickly said: "No, girl, you misunderstood, I didn't practice magic, I just used the "concentration drive" technique."

This is an excuse I thought up in advance. The so-called "Concentration Drive" is a spell that uses thoughts or spiritual consciousness to drive objects. If the spiritual consciousness is weak, you can only move some small objects, such as moving teacups or lighting candles. Strong consciousness is used to kill people and set fires, drive magic weapons, etc. If the spiritual consciousness of a monk above the golden core stage is so powerful, he can kill thousands of miles and track thousands of miles without being noticed by others without even spending half of his effort.

However, although this spell is good, it has a fatal flaw, that is, once this trick is used, it will be difficult for the body to defend itself. After all, no one can do two things at the same time. High-ranking monks, under normal circumstances, most monks would not use this trick, lest the main body be taken advantage of.

The female nun was dumbfounded for a while, and in order to prove that I did not cheat, I pretended to take out a bottle of hemostatic powder from my pocket, then closed my eyes and muttered softly: "...give it to her, give it to her, give it to her Send, send, send, send, go, go..."

Madan!Xiaochouchou, you have to work hard!

Don't tell me at this time, you're so stupid and cute that I can't understand it, so I'll fuck you up.

Fortunately, the BOSS is more reliable in critical moments. When I only chanted the spell once, the bottle of elixir floated out of thin air to the female cultivator.

"Hmph! Did you say that it is the concentration drive technique or the focus drive technique? Who knows this trick? But it was not so simple just now!" The female cultivator sneered, obviously not being fooled, but her eyes showed a provocative look. He got the look of "If you have the feeling, you can prove it by showing your skills".

I smiled slightly, and ordered briskly, "Open the cork and pour it on her wound."

As if understanding human speech, the bottle popped out of the cork immediately, forming a ninety-degree right angle in the void, pouring out the medicinal powder very regularly, pouring it on the female cultivator who still had her sword inserted. on the wound.

Then I deliberately frowned, and said in a tired manner: "Pour it all at once! Then come back to my hand."

The surrounding area was quiet, including the female cultivator, who stared at me dumbfounded.

This "concentration driving technique" is indeed as she said just now, and all the monks present may use it, but if it can be like me just now, one command and one action, and there is no deviation, it must go through years of practice, or build a foundation Only the above cultivation can be done.

I showed this hand, firstly, to dispel some people's doubts. After all, there are still several rounds of competitions to come, and they have won the opponents inexplicably every time. It may cause trouble in the end, so I just let it go. , even if you face some doubts now, it is better than the accumulation of doubts. If you continue to win all the way, most people will only think "Wow, this guy is so strong, but since he is Barbara in the first game, he is also very good." It's normal" instead of thinking "There must be something weird about this person, every time he wins for no reason, maybe it's from the magician, Barabara".

The second is to show that you have enough strength. If you encounter a strong opponent next time, it will be natural to defeat the opponent instead of being stunned.

Well, so all of this is for the sake of being able to be more low-key in the future, so that I can behave so lofty. I definitely didn't create this blockbuster opportunity just to enjoy the aura that only the protagonist can have!

After the bottle sprinkled the powder, it turned around and flew back to my hand happily like a baby swallow throwing itself into the forest, but I pretended to be sweaty and deficient, and stuffed the bottle into my arms while persuading the girl. A female cultivator who seemed to be seriously injured but stayed on the ground: "Girl, look... you finally seem—"

Before I finished speaking, a strange change happened. Out of the corner of my eye, I only had time to catch a glimpse of the female cultivator's weird smile, and then there was another flash of cold light, and the sword still in the female cultivator's body shot at the female cultivator like lightning. me!

In an instant, I didn't even have time to close my eyes, I could only watch it touch my chest.

However, the expected pain has not yet come.

The surroundings became quiet again, I swallowed my saliva, stiffened my body, and looked at the female cultivator first, only to see that she was staring at the pair of copper bell-sized eyes, her body was standing upright revealing a hole, with a kind of twisted Lying on the ground in a strange posture, his eyes were full of fear.

After confirming that she was not threatening, I moved my eyes to the sword still on my chest, and looked at it for a while before it fell to the ground with a "bang".

I finally let out a long breath.

I rub it, it's really bloody cruel!

Fortunately, the BOSS is awesome...otherwise I would have to explain it here for my small body!

It wasn't until this moment that the sleepy-eyed old man at the Golden Core Stage slowly waved his hand, and the Daoist standing beside him immediately shouted: "This competition, the left side wins, please come to the stage to pick up the object. "

I rushed up quickly, and under Xiao Daotong's slightly contemptuous gaze, I randomly picked a note, and after getting the time and place of the next competition, I went home contentedly.

As soon as I entered the cave, I activated the forbidden spell left by Liao's father, and after confirming that I had got rid of the little tails on the road, I called Han Zhao to show up.

In the blink of an eye, Han Cho's thin figure appeared in front of me.

"Benefactor!" When I saw him, tears welled up in my eyes, and I stepped forward to hold his thin claws, shaking them back and forth for a while to show my deep gratitude.

It's a pity that the other party quickly avoided it.

I instantly felt a sense of being rejected and lost, but soon, I threw out a sentence to the convenience and successfully diverted my attention: "You can't do this, let's practice with me tomorrow."

Huh?What's wrong?Isn't that very successful?

When I thought of the boring cultivation method, I immediately felt a pain in the ass: "Young Master Han, didn't you succeed today? What's wrong?"

Han Cho didn't speak, just looked at me quietly.

Gradually, in his calm expression, I felt waves of shame.

In the end, I really couldn't bear this inexplicable pressure, so I had to sigh in compromise.

result...result...

This guy... lives!Of course!laugh!up!

goods!Home!Of course!laugh!up!

Home!Of course!laugh!up!

Of course!laugh!up!

laugh!up!

Now!

Looking at the slight curvature of his mouth, I couldn't believe my eyes, although, in my impression, Han Tiao was described in all kinds of sneers, sneers, and evil smiles in that unscrupulous article. But in reality, I have never seen this guy laugh!

Either it was the face of bitter hatred and deep resentment at the beginning, or the various facial paralysis when we get along now, I thought he was so ugly that his face was deformed, so he couldn't freely show the unique evil smile of BOSS.

"Mr. Han looks much better when he smiles. You should smile more often." I praised the other party against my will. Although Han Cho's looks are much more pleasing to the eye than at the beginning, he is still in the category of ugly, but To be honest, I don't really want to gain favorability, this guy does look a little bit better when he smiles than when he doesn't.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I said this, the other party's face darkened.

He stood up silently, walked past me without seeing me, and left without even saying hello.

...Your sister!

Even if you kneel and lick me next time, I won't praise you anymore!

If you break this oath!Just teach me that the chrysanthemum is broken, the ground is bruised, and the smile is yellow!