I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 326: Beating drums and spreading flowers, is it a human or a trick?

"Damn, damn, damn, is Yang Qingshan crazy? He actually went to help a native, this bastard, a bastard from the Wusheng Sect!!"

In the audience, the elders of the Ten Thousand Demons Cult had already begun to yell and curse.

He didn't even care that the four elders of the Wusheng Sect were watching. He was furious and wanted to tear Yang Qingshan into pieces.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Qiu Feng's purpose is to kill Zuo Xiantong so that he can leave the competitive world as soon as possible.

The Shengdao side is already ready to go, and the Shenxiang side is also not a vegetarian.

Being caught in the middle at this time, he was clearly looking for death.

They can all see it, even if they don't believe it, Yang Qingshan doesn't understand, but this guy actually chose to side with the Son of the Holy Way. In the eyes of many people, this is no less than cheating.

"Hey, I can't guarantee whether they have taken a fancy to this son of the holy way and want to bring him back and join his Wusheng Sect."

The elders of Soul Refining Valley were also sarcastic.

Although this possibility is also possible, it is no problem to bring people out through the Qiankun Bag.

However, most of them have a low probability of success. After all, most Taoist masters already have the ability to know destiny. Many people will not choose to come here and take risks. Wouldn't it be wrong to stay in their own land of one-third of an acre and become Buddhas and ancestors? Beautiful.

Of course, the main reason is that Wusheng Sect's background is too poor. If the background is strong enough, this matter may really succeed.

Facing everyone's ridicule, Wu Mingtong couldn't stand his bad temper. It was his apprentice's turn to scold him.

He immediately pointed at the old guys from the Heavenly Demon Sect and Soul Refining Valley and started cursing.

"Draw up the two bastards of grandma. My apprentice can do whatever he wants. If he doesn't accept your ****, come out and I will challenge you to a duel!"

"Forget it, forget it, let Lao Wu say goodbye and listen to their general knowledge..."

Lao Zhao and others quickly pulled Wu Mingtong back.

In fact, in the final analysis, it is their Wushengmen who are at fault. The default rule is to help the inside but not the outsiders, stay in alliance, and keep the natives aside.

Therefore, Yang Qingshan's sudden change of sides in battle is unjustifiable both emotionally and rationally. It's no wonder that people are scolding him.

"No, why are you turning your elbows outward? These old guys should be taught a lesson. Do you really think that there is no one left in my Wusheng sect..."

Wu Mingtong sat back on his chair angrily.

Old Zhao brought him a cup of tea: "Why are you so anxious? But then again, Qingshan, this kid, has always understood the general situation. Why this time..."

Yang Qingshan is the direct disciple of Wu Mingtong, and they have all met him before. Not only is he strong, but he also has general knowledge.

Wu Mingtong originally planned to polish Yang Qingshan further. When this boy entered the third level of Taoism, he would pass his position to this boy and try to hit the sixth level of Taoism.

This shows how much Wu Mingtong values ​​Yang Qingshan.

So what happened this time also made him, Wu Mingtong, very puzzled.

I don’t know what the Holy Son said that made Yang Qingshan switch sides in the battle.

How did Yang Qingshan know that he had been scolded by everyone outside at this moment? If he had known that, he would have screamed that he was wronged.

What the Holy Son said in his ear was not a true message. He just returned the words he said to Zhang Jun before he entered the competitive world this time.

Only he and Zhang Jun knew these words. At this moment, they came back intact. Yang Qingshan also thought about it for a while before he realized that the Holy Son had probably reached an agreement with Elder Zhao (the protagonist's name in this world is Zhao Ju). some kind of agreement.

As for what the agreement is, I don't know, but my main mission here is to help Elder Zhao.

As long as it was true, he could not violate it. This was also what his master had warned before he left.

In comparison, the life and death of Qiu Feng and others are not that important.

After losing the support of Yang Qingshan and others, Zhang Jun originally wanted to kill this bastard who dared to scheme against him with one sword.

But then I thought, maybe there is some other use for keeping this guy. After thinking for a moment, he knocked Qiu Feng unconscious with a sword.

Then took his storage bag.

As for killing him, there's no need. You can use this guy as a pathfinder while waiting for the party.

"Take him and let's go to the party."

Zhang Jun said to Wang Xiansheng and others behind him that Wang Xiansheng and the others would do their part to deal with this kind of thing.

He stepped forward and lifted up Qiu Feng from left to right. Of course, he had to give this kid a few dirty tricks in the process.

"Big brother, this way, this way!!"

When Zhang Jun and others rushed over, the residents of the village had already gathered in front of the bonfire in the middle of the village.

I heard someone calling me from a distance.

Zhang Jun raised his head and saw that the little girl he had played chess with before was waving her hand and calling him.

After Zhang Jun led the people over, the little girl glanced sideways at the people behind him, and finally her eyes rested on Qiu Feng for a moment, then she pulled Zhang Jun and said: "We are going to play a game later, are you ready? "

Hearing the word "game", everyone felt that the veins on their heads were stretched. Yang Qingshan on the side quickly asked: "What game is it?"

"Mask game, let's put on the masks. Later, the Thousand-Faced God will come and ask questions one by one. Those who can answer the questions will be rewarded, and those who can't answer the questions will be punished."

After the little girl finished speaking, she whispered: "Don't worry, the questions are all simple. It doesn't matter if you answer wrong. I just have to carry the sedan chair later."

Hearing what the little girl said, everyone's hearts skipped a beat.

"What if there's no mask?"

At this time, Zhang Jun suddenly asked.

"No mask?" The little girl was stunned for a moment, then stared at Zhang Junyi and the others with a smirk, and pointed at them mischievously: "Oh, I see, some of you didn't get the mask, right?"

Wang Xiansheng and others directly threw the unconscious prisoner Feng to the ground, and took out the prepared masks from their arms and put them in their hands.

When Yang Qingshan and others saw this, they immediately took out their masks.

As a result, only Qiu Feng on the ground remained motionless.

Seeing this, the little girl immediately shouted excitedly to an old man in the distance: "Grandpa, he has no mask."

Hearing the little girl's cry, the old man's eyes lit up, and he immediately rushed over with several villagers. After confirming that the guy didn't have a mask, the old men swarmed up and raised their prison guards and left.

"Where are they going to take them?" Of course Zhang Jun didn't care about Qiu Feng, he just wanted to know.

But the little girl refused to say anything. She just covered her mouth and said with a smile: "Go and perform."

"Performance??"

Before Zhang Jun and the others could figure out what show they were going to perform, a noisy drumbeat began to sound with a unique rhythm.

"Quick, put on the mask!"

The little girl put a rabbit mask on her head, and Zhang Jun and others also put on the masks after seeing this.

The moment they put on the masks, Zhang Jun and others immediately felt a burning heat on their faces, as if the masks and their faces were completely integrated.

This is a trick!

It was too late when Zhang Jun realized that this thing was the same as the previous shawl and a trick weapon.

The mask is fused with the skin on the face. If you want to take off the mask now, you have to tear off your own face as well.

It was the first time for Yang Qingshan and the others to come into contact with a magic weapon. They soon realized something was wrong and said in surprise: "No, we...were tricked?"

"Don't worry, this is temporary and not fatal."

Zhang Jun calmed everyone down softly, and then took a closer look and found that the masks on their faces actually matched the so-called Eight Hundred Weird Gods in Shenxiang.

At the same time, Zhang Jun's true self sensed the big rabbit again. After sensing it carefully, he found that the big rabbit had become the little girl next to his clone.

It seems that the masks they wear are actually the embodiment of those strange gods.

That being the case...

Thinking of this, Zhang Jun couldn't help but have a bold idea in his heart.

He calmed down and signaled Xue Haitang to relax his control over the lotus flowers in the lotus pond of Jianyi Mountain, and even deliberately injected his true energy into the lotus flowers.

"Come on, don't sleep, it's time to get up and work."

As Zhang Jun and Xue Haitang released their suppression, lotus flowers soon began to emerge from the lotus pond.

Then the slender rhizomes began to try to extend in all directions.

But it was extended very carefully, as if it was testing, for fear of angering Zhang Jun and being imprisoned by him again.

Until the end, Zhang Jun couldn't stand it anymore. He sat down on the edge of the lotus pond, imitated the blood begonia, stepped on the bright red water with his two feet, and moved the lotus with his feet a few times: "Don't be stunned. Ah, be bold and move."

As if encouraged by Zhang Jun, the lotus rhizomes spread much faster than before.

Zhang Jun was still injecting Qi into the lotus continuously, catalyzing this guy's growth rate.

Not long after, Zhang Jun's body began to be filled with a strange apricot aura.

It should feel almost done.

Zhang Jun immediately connected this strange energy with the Holy Son and sent it to the Holy Son continuously.

A faint yellowish strange aura poured into the body of the Holy Son and began to crazily penetrate into the mask on his face.

These strange auras were like roots extending from Zhang Jun's body, and began to take root in the mask.

"Kakakaka..."

There seemed to be a force in the mask that wanted to resist, but there was no room for resistance under this apricot-yellow strange energy. It was completely swallowed up in a matter of seconds.

Then the appearance of the mask began to become rounded, and the originally thin face was stretched out in an instant, becoming a big and honest face, with ears hanging down from the shoulders, and a grinning mouth. This change happened very quickly. At this moment, everyone was focused on the figure walking out of the flower building in front of them, and they did not notice the change on his face at all.

I saw a group of girls walking barefoot, their steps matching the brisk drumbeats, as if they were dancing, completely exposing their slender and fair skin.

Among the girls, a young man walked out of the flower building holding flowers.

It was Zuo Xiantong.

This guy was surrounded by a group of girls, and he received intimate physical contact from these girls from time to time.

Normally, anyone would be happy with such a beautiful scene.

But for some reason, Zuo Xiantong's face was extremely resistant, even disgusting.

Even though the girl pressed her jade feet against his chest, Zuo Xiantong pushed the jade feet away with disgust, looking like he was about to be sick, and wiped the clothes on his chest hard several times.

"Hey, this kid really doesn't know how to enjoy it. If it were me, I would let these villagers take a good look at what it means to shoot from left to right."

Shang Yinling stood behind and joked.

"No, wait, aren't these girls the same old women who tricked us? How come they have become so young?"

At this time, Wang Xiansheng suddenly recognized the identities of the girls in front of him and said in surprise.

After careful identification, the others determined that these girls were the old gangsters.

"The lifespan that was taken away from us was most likely given to them. Damn, it was an advantage for them."

Wang Xiansheng's resentment was hard to quell. If the Holy Son hadn't helped them share some of the burden, they might have died.

After listening to Wang Xiansheng and others' explanation, everyone understood that it was no wonder Zuo Xiantong looked so disgusted.

It turns out that these beauties used to be old ladies with toothless teeth, so no wonder he was so reluctant.

But Shang Yinling and the others don't have such a burden, at least the people in front of them are all beauties.

At this time, a young girl fluttered over and cast a wink at Shang Yinling and others. Not to mention, if Zhang Jun and the others ignored the appearance of these old women before, these beauties in front of them would really be stunning. Allure.

Not even much worse than those beauties in the Hehuan Sect.

Shang Yinling and the others naturally cooperated until a girl threw a garland in her hand at him.

Shang Yinling stretched out his hand and took it, but as soon as his hand touched the wreath, the smile on his face was suddenly startled. The wreath actually had barbs and pricked his hand hard, and the blood couldn't stop. The residence flowed out, and in an instant the originally golden garland had turned into bright red.

"No, throw it away!"

Upon seeing this, Yang Qingshan and others immediately urged Shang Yinling to throw away the wreath on his hand.

Shang Yinling raised his hand and threw it forward, but the garland seemed to be stuck on his hand and could not be thrown out at all.

Seeing that he couldn't throw it out, Shang Yinling gritted his teeth and planned to destroy the thing.

However, Zhang Jun held his hand down and said, "Don't act recklessly. If you dare to destroy the garland, your life will be taken at risk."

As soon as these words came out, Shang Yinlin's intestines suddenly turned green. He looked at the girl next to Zhang Jun and asked quickly, "What is this and what should I do?"

"Pass it down, beat the drum and pass the flowers. Whoever gets the garland at the end can be asked by the Thousand-Faced God. The person who raises the question and answers the question correctly can get a reward in the next program."

After hearing this, everyone understood what it meant.

The garland of love can only be passed on to others and cannot be thrown away. A fashionable Yin spirit can only look at the people around it.

As a result, even Yang Qingshan immediately turned his head and pretended not to see it.

Just kidding, they didn't even have time to hide, so how could they take the initiative to pick him up?

Moreover, this thing is also a hot potato in the hand, and it will continue to drain away one's own essence and blood.

Seeing that no one took the offer, Shang Yinling's face became even more ugly.

Just when he was preparing to resist with a dark face.

Zhang Jun suddenly stretched out his hand: "Give it to me."

"what??"

This time, not only Shang Yinling, but everyone including Wang Xiansheng opened their eyes in surprise and looked at him in disbelief.

"Holy Son, you..."

Wang Xiansheng also wanted to persuade him not to take this thing, but when Shang Yinling saw that someone was willing to take over, he didn't dare to hesitate. Without waiting for Wang Xiansheng and the others to speak, he immediately handed the thing to Zhang Jun.

After Zhang Jun took the garland, he said to Wang Xiansheng and others: "Don't be afraid if you get the garland, you can pass it to me."

"Holy Son!" Wang Xiansheng and others were anxious.

"Needless to say, I promised you that since I brought you out, I will do my best to protect you from going back." Zhang Jun stopped Wang Xiansheng and the others from talking, and took the garland in his hand.

When Wang Xiansheng heard such heart-warming words, he was excited and even more moved by this Holy Son.

Even Shang Yinling, Yang Qingshan, and He Xinhuan were moved.

No wonder Zuo Xiantong would seek refuge with the Holy Son, probably not only because of the Holy Son's strength, but also because of the Holy Son's mind.

Even the three outsiders felt a bit of admiration in their hearts.

However, in fact, as soon as the wreath was taken, it immediately pricked Zhang Jun's palm. But when the wreath tried to absorb the essence and blood of the Holy Son, a strange scene occurred.

Wisps of apricot-yellow strange energy surged out of Zhang Jun's wound, piercing into the wreath like slender roots.

Faced with such pure and mysterious energy, the garland in his hand was naturally extremely excited and he quickly devoured it, but he soon realized that something was wrong with this game.

Not only could these strange energies not be absorbed, they were also frantically absorbing the essence in the garland, but by the time the player noticed this, it was already too late.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Jun had completely absorbed all the essence in the garland. The garland in his hand looked golden, but in fact it had been emptied out and would break at the slightest touch.

After absorbing this essence, the smile on the mask on his face grew stronger and stronger.

Just like the Maitreya Buddha enshrined in the temple, he squinted his eyes and grinned.

He saw those girls constantly passing garlands to the villagers, and Zhang Jun thought to himself that he might be taking the opportunity to absorb the blood essence of the villagers, and use this blood essence to finally complete the step of being born into the world.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jun immediately said to Wang Xiansheng and others: "Don't be stunned, go and pick up the garlands, and grab them all for me."

"what??"

If Zhang Jun had sacrificed himself to protect them before, Wang Xiansheng and the others would still understand.

But now he actually took the initiative to grab the wreath, which made everyone confused.

But Zhang Jun didn't explain to them, he just urged them to hurry up. It was estimated that the drumbeat was about to stop.

Seeing that the Holy Son had spoken, how could Wang Xiansheng and the others dare to hesitate? They immediately dispersed and took the wreaths from other villagers. Then they ran back and handed the wreaths to Zhang Jun.

In just a moment, seven or eight more garlands appeared on Zhang Jun's hands, and they were put on his body one by one, making Zhang Jun look particularly conspicuous from a distance.

"Is this guy a monster? Why do I feel that his blood energy has risen instead of falling?"

Shang Yinling called him abnormal in his heart.

Not long after he held it in his hand, one-fifth of the essence and blood had been taken away, causing his true energy to become chaotic, jumping up and down, and feeling terribly uncomfortable.

This holy son not only carried the garland on his body, but also carried seven or eight garlands at once, and his blood was still as strong as fire.

It is said that this Holy Son was once a genius, but now he looks more like a monster, so terrifying.

Zhang Jun originally wanted Wang Xiansheng and the others to grab some more garlands, but at this moment, the drumbeat suddenly stopped.

The moment the drum beat stopped, the villagers who had been singing along with the drum beat were all as motionless as if they were under a restraining spell.

Zhang Jun and the others were no exception. Time seemed to have stopped. Except for their eyes, not even a finger could move at all.

The only person who could move was Zuo Xiantong, who was surrounded by those girls.

But at this moment, his eyes were empty, and his body was like a puppet controlled by some kind of force, walking towards the crowd step by step.

He walked stiffly in front of a villager, reached out and took away the garland from the villager's hand, and stared at the villager in front of him with blank eyes: "What is hidden under your bedside?"

The villager seemed to have regained his ability to move at this moment, and thought for a moment: "A pair of scissors."

"wrong answer!"

Zuo Xiantong replied expressionlessly, put his hand on the villager's head and squeezed it gently.

"boom!!"

Blood like watermelon juice splashed on the faces of the surrounding villagers.

Zhang Jun twitched the corner of his mouth and looked sideways at the little girl with a rabbit head next to him. She was really cunning and deceitful. He thought to himself: "Is this the little punishment you mentioned?"

I saw Zuo Xiantong tearing off the mask from the villagers and hanging it on his body, then slowly turned around and started looking for the next person to get the garland.

But when he glanced blankly and saw the wreaths one after another on Zhang Jun's body, a bit of astonishment also appeared on the stiff face.

I didn’t expect anyone to be able to pick up so many garlands in one go.

And...that face...is so strange...why does it feel weirder and weirder the more you look at it?

"Hey, you've been staring at me for a long time, are you coming?"

However, what surprised him even more was that the other party was not only fine with garlands all over his body, but he was also able to ignore the influence of his own rules and speak on his own initiative.

Now it was the turn of the person controlling Zuo Xiantong to be surprised. He looked at the man wearing the golden mask in front of him with vigilance. After being confused for a while, he asked, "Are you a human or a treacherous person?"

The golden mask let out a hoarse laugh: "It can be a human, or it can be a trick."

(End of this chapter)