Cannon fodder female supporter's technological path to immortality

Chapter 236 Chapter 237

"Fellow Daoist Fu, invite you first." Su Wanyue said politely.

Fu Xuecha hooked her lips and smiled: "Then I'm not welcome, accept the move!"

As soon as the words fell, Su Wanyue saw a red spiritual pen appearing in Fu Xuecha's hand, and the pen was spinning in Fu Xuecha's hand so fast that Su Wanyue couldn't even see the appearance of the spiritual pen.

That spirit brush is Fu Xuecha's talisman - Chishen Pen.

The brush was not stained with ink, and he drew in the air, with patches of plum blossoms covering the battle platform, Su Wanyue felt as if he could smell the fragrance of plum blossoms for a moment, faintly, as if there was nothing there.

The plum blossoms are fragrant and the snow is all over the sky.

After a while, Su Wanyue was surrounded by heavy snow again, she could really feel the coldness, the snow had piled up to her knees in just one breath.

She can no longer hesitate.

As Su Wanyue thought about it, she made a formula with both hands, and the purple emptiness divine fire turned into a rain of fire.

Flying snow and fire rain, the sky is sometimes white, as if to freeze everything, and sometimes the sky is full of fire and rain, as if to burn everything.

Between the snow and the fire, they took turns to gain the upper hand, and neither seemed willing to give in.

The speed of the Chishen brush was getting faster and faster, and the speed of Su Wanyue's formulas was still unhurried.

Fu Xuecha raised her eyes to look at Su Wanyue, then suddenly dropped the red magic pen, moved her body, walked through the snow and fire rain, came to Su Wanyue, and punched Su Wanyue, Su Wanyue moved sideways, and then made a fist Welcome.

The two fought with boxing techniques for nearly a quarter of an hour, and neither could do anything to the other.

Fu Xuecha retreated intentionally, and her moves gradually became calmer. Su Wanyue didn't take the opportunity to sneak attack, and retreated together with Fu Xuecha in a very tacit understanding.

Retreating to the edge of the stage, Fu Xuecha made a move, and the red magic pen returned to her hand. With a quick turn of the red pen, the heavy snow dispersed and everything recovered.

The ground is covered with green grass, the willows have new shoots, the flowing water is gurgling, the sound of birds is crisp, and the small wild flowers are swaying.

Su Wanyue seemed to be standing on a beautiful scroll, and the breath of spring was everywhere around her.

Fu Xuecha said: "Sister Wanyue, the scroll of spring is beautiful, isn't it?"

Su Wanyue wanted to nod subconsciously, but suddenly felt something was wrong.

Why can't she contact Zixu Shenhuo?

When he was distracted, a willow branch suddenly flew from the side, and the branch was extremely fast, and it was thrown directly towards Su Wanyue's side face.

Su Wanyue took a step forward and was already on the mountain. Suddenly a group of birds flew out from the mountain, and rushed towards Su Wanyue in a swarm.

She hastily took out the Purple God Sword, and with a turn of the sword flower, a piece of sword light flew around, beating the birds to pieces, Du Wanyue didn't want to fight, took the opportunity, and stepped out to the foot of the mountain.

As soon as she landed, she felt a sharp pain in the soles of her feet.

When Su Wanyue was about to fly up, she found that she couldn't pull off her boots, and something was digging into her soles. She quickly dropped her boots, flew into the sky, and looked down.

The original soft and tender green grass has turned into green steel needles, piercing through the soles of her shoes, and the green steel needles are still growing upwards.

Su Wanyue slashed at the green grass and steel needle with a sword, and found that the green grass was easy to cut, but after cutting it, it grew faster.

While the grass continued to grow upwards, the willow branches also joined the battle. Not only that, but also a flock of flying birds also joined the battle.

Fist-sized hailstones also fell from the sky.

Facing attacks from all sides, Su Wanyue retracted the Purple God Sword, circulated her spiritual power, and shouted: "Thunderbolt."

In the sky, there was a flash of lightning and thunder, and then thunder after another, striking down powerfully and domineeringly.

The hailstone dissipated, the birds were wiped out, the grass withered, the willows turned black, and the picture scroll of spring was a mess.

The surrounding vision dissipated, and Fu Xuecha suffered a backlash, spitting out a mouthful of old blood.

After Su Wanyue landed, seeing this, she quickly asked, "Sister Xuecha, are you alright?"

"It's okay." Fu Xuecha took a breath, and then said, "A cultivator with supernatural powers is really extraordinary."

"Hey~ I'm so pretty, why didn't God give me a supernatural power? If I had supernatural powers, I wouldn't have failed so badly."

Su Wanyue withdrew Zixu Shenhuo and asked: "Sister Xuecha, are you stopping the fight? I don't think you fell down, can't you get up? Isn't it just spitting blood? It's okay. When the game is over, I'll give it to you You get a few pig livers, and you can replenish your blood after eating them."

"Besides, if the old blood doesn't go away, new blood won't grow. If you vomit more, the new blood will be more energetic."

Fu Xuecha rolled her eyes fiercely, yayah~ If it wasn't for their good relationship, she would have rushed forward to beat her up.

Of course, she couldn't beat him, at best she would be beaten, but she still wanted to beat that guy.

The more Fu Xuecha thought about it, the more depressed she became, her face swelled into a bun.

Su Wanyue smiled and said, "Sister Xuecha, why don't I use the power of lightning?"

"Hehe." Fu Xuecha turned around and flew off the battle platform.

Su Wanyue chased after her, took her arm, pinched her cheek with a smile, and said happily: "Sister Xuecha's skin is really tender, pinch it well, I want to pinch her again, is that okay?"

"Squeeze your head." Fu Xuecha poked Su Wanyue's forehead with her finger, and couldn't help laughing. The two of them seemed to be okay, chatting and laughing, and went up to the stands.

Wait until you get back to the stands.

Fu Junze told Fu Xuecha: "Earlier, I made a bet with Fellow Daoist Chu. If you won, he would persuade Daoist Liu Guang to ask you to draw a portrait of him."

"It's a pity, such a good opportunity, why don't you continue to fight?"

Hearing this, Fu Xuecha punched Fu Junze's chest angrily: "You idiot, why didn't you remind me earlier? You said earlier, I admit I'll lose, I will continue to fight her, and I will fight her desperately. Don’t give up until you win.”

These words were so straightforward that the other powerhouses in the stands couldn't help but find it funny. Sect Master Nangong looked at Liu Guang teasingly.

The head of the Fu family sighed: "Beauty is misleading! People in the world do not deceive me."

Liu Guang stroked his sleeves, and said slowly, "Miss Fu, you have a good eye."

Patriarch Fu was stunned, did Liu Guang admit that he was beautiful?
Liu Guang changed the subject and said, "She never pestered you to paint."

Patriarch Fu was annoyed in his heart, you bastard, you actually changed your ways and called him ugly?

is he uglyHe is not ugly at all.

Liu Guang has no eyesight.

……

Su Wanyue also heard about the betting.

Chu Xinghe threw the picture of four seasons of flowers that he had just obtained to Su Wanyue: "Here, take it and have a look, maybe it will be useful."

"Is this the painting you won from the bet?" Su Wanyue said, slowly unfolding the scroll.

There are peach blossoms in spring, lotus in summer, chrysanthemums in autumn and plum blossoms in winter.

The four seasons flowers bloom on the map.

In spring, everything has recovered, and in summer, the lotus is red.

In autumn, the sun is lonely and lonely, and the plum blossoms are fragrant for another winter.

Looking at the ordinary scenery, Su Wanyue's eyes were firmly attracted, and even some illusions appeared in front of her eyes.

Su Wanyue quickly put away the scroll, and said to Chu Xinghe: "Senior brother, I suddenly feel unwell, so I'm going back first, anyway, it will be a long time until I come on stage."

"Go, it's your turn to play, I'll let you know." Chu Xinghe waved his hand, telling her to leave.

Back to the residence.

After Su Wanyue opened the defensive formation, her spiritual consciousness penetrated into the scroll of four seasons of flowers, and suddenly a ray of light burst out from the scroll, sucking her whole body into the scroll.

The picture scroll closes automatically.

The inside is like a paradise, the peach blossoms bloom with the flowing water, and the flowing water reflects the appearance of the peach blossoms.

Su Wanyue stood under the peach tree, reached out to pick a peach blossom, and found that the peach blossom seemed real.

Suddenly, Su Wanyue found a small symbol on the peach petals.

The symbol was familiar yet unfamiliar.

Su Wanyue racked her brains, thought for a long time, and finally got a little inspiration. She quickly took out the notes that recorded the characters and patterns of the Burial Soul Clan, and compared the symbols on the petals one by one, and found that the symbol, It is similar to a part of the array pattern that she has not researched.

She took out the two separately, and after careful comparison, she found that the symbol was indeed a part of the pattern.

After Su Wanyue made this discovery, she observed more carefully. Next, she found some symbols in the painting. Most of those symbols were only part of the pattern, and none of them was a complete pattern.

She recorded these symbols and the corresponding patterns.

The world in the painting may seem virtual, but it actually exists. It seems real, but the things inside are all virtual.

The strength of Meian School lies in the extreme use of symbols.

While Su Wanyue was thinking, she suddenly heard Chu Xinghe's voice.

"Wan Yue, it's time to come out."

Chu Xinghe opened the painting scroll, found Su Wanyue in the snow, stretched out his hand to grab her waist, and lifted it out of the painting.

Su Wanyue jumped out of the painting.

When he came out, he was a little confused when he saw Chu Xinghe. Why did she come out?
Chu Xinghe urged: "Don't be in a daze, the second round of challenges has begun."

"Oh, then go quickly." Su Wanyue quickly collected the picture of four seasons of flowers blooming, then turned and walked outside.

In the second round, the lottery will start with the winner, and the competition will continue.

When Su Wanyue arrived at the Fengyun Arena, the lottery had just begun.

Su Wanyue was about to go forward to draw lots.

Liu Yizhi from Zhongzhou suddenly said, "Wait."

Fengyun Island Master's heart skipped a beat, and he turned his head and asked softly, "I don't know Elder Liu, what orders do you have?"

Liu Yizhi replied: "It's too slow and boring to decide the outcome of such a battle. It's better to decide the outcome in one round."

"The elder means..." Fengyun Island Master carefully worded his words.

Liu Yizhi tossed a scroll of painting and flew into the air. The scroll of painting automatically unfolded and stood upright. In the painting, thick smoke billowed, black clouds billowed, and mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Bursts of magic sounds flooded the ears, making the ears of all the monks go numb.

Liu Yizhi said: "I saw two juniors fighting with paintings before, and I remembered that I have such a magic weapon in my storage ring. When I got this magic weapon, I thought it was too irritating. I have been pressed at the bottom of the space, and I have never thought of it."

"This time, I took it out because I wanted to end the battle as soon as possible."

If you want to end the battle as soon as possible, do you have to take the lives of their Beiwangzhou monks?

Fengyun Island Master dared not speak out.

At this time, Yun Jiuxiao flicked his finger, and a sword energy pierced through the scroll in an instant, and the scroll exploded in the air, turning into fragments and scattered pieces.

With a wow, Liu Yizhi spat out a mouthful of blood.

Su Wanyue suddenly understood, the old boy was just putting it here to pretend to be a magic weapon, why is it pressed against the bottom of the ring?I don't like it, you are a hairy refiner!

Seeing Liu Yizhi vomit blood, all the monks, including Su Wanyue, lowered their heads tacitly and smiled secretly.

Hu Sansi, who was in the same company, scolded: "Presumptuous, you dare to destroy..."

"puff!"

Hu Sansi also spat out a mouthful of blood.

At this time, he was shocked to find that there was a coercion pressing on him. Facing that coercion, he was a strong man in the void state, and he was like a useless waste with no power to restrain a chicken. The power of resistance.

Beiwangzhou, how could there be such a strong person?
Yun Jiuxiao said in a flat tone: "In this competition, Su Wanyue will be the first. If there is any objection, he will die."

A simple word of death made Liu Yizhi and Hu Sansi completely unable to resist.

That's all, that's all, anyway, their purpose is to choose someone to die for the dead ghost, it doesn't matter whoever dies.

The monk Beiwangzhou was a little stunned. What is Daoist Jiuxiao doing? Why did Su Wanyue take the first place?

Dean Fang of Qingyun College was even more stunned. He asked Su Wanyue to participate in the competition, just to let her make up the number of people. He never thought that she would be in the top ten and was a must.

With a wave of Jiuxiao's long sleeves, Su Wanyue was rolled up and left. Chu Xinghe immediately chased after seeing this.

end of the cloud.

Daoist Nine Heavens sat on top of the clouds, and Su Wanyue stood on the clouds, her feet were soft and unsteady.

Su Wanyue reached out to grab the cloud, and grabbed the air.

Daoist Jiuxiao smiled: "You are calm, why don't you ask me why I let you be the number one, and want you to be the leader of the Xianjue Ruins?"

Su Wanyue clapped her hands angrily, and replied casually: "Oh, Master told me to go, there must be a reason for that, maybe..."

"Maybe, I am the man of destiny, who can break the curse that kills everyone in the Xianjue Ruins."

Daoist Jiuxiao sneered: "Thick-skinned."

Su Wanyue chuckled and said, "Where there is a teacher, there must be an apprentice. They are all taught by the master."

"..."

Forget it, I can't say anything about this girl, and Daoist Jiuxiao is too lazy to say much.

At this time, Chu Xinghe had already chased him up, jumped onto Yun Duo, blocked Su Wanyue behind him, turned around and said to Su Wanyue: "Junior Sister, don't be afraid."

Don't be afraid?Afraid of him?

Daoist Jiuxiao suddenly rolled his eyes: "How can I be unfavorable to my apprentice? Chu Xinghe, that is my apprentice, not yours. Why are you so nervous?"

Chu Xinghe took a deep breath, cupped his hands and saluted: "I've seen Master Jiuxiao."

"The junior wants to know why the master uncle made Wanyue the number one, it was me..."

Jiu Xiao interrupted him coldly: "Then expose your existence, Chu Xinghe, don't forget your identity."

Chu Xinghe was taken aback for a moment, was it because of him?

Su Wanyue squeezed away Chu Xinghe, ran to Daoist Jiuxiao, sat down cross-legged, raised her head and asked, "Master, can you tell me that senior brother became the capital of Beiwangzhou beauty list a few years ago and didn't expose him?" Identity, why did you get the first place in the Tianjiao event, and you exposed your identity?"

"Could it be possible that there are other explanations for the ruins of Xianjue?"

(End of this chapter)