Miss Cannon Fodder Wants To Escape Death Flags

After every disciple lined up to get the number plate of love, without any precautions, and no worries, the first round of the Ten Method Conference officially kicked off.

The secret realm called "Water Mirror" is located in Jiuyou Mountain on the outskirts of Luan City. In order to ensure the fairness of the ranks, the courts of Zhuji, Jindan, and Yuanyingqi players are divided in an orderly manner and will not affect each other.

Based on the experience of the previous life, Ningning was accustomed to the surprise test without warning, so she didn't have too much psychological burden and walked straight into it with the star-scarred sword.

Like Xiaozhongshan, the disciples entering the trial secret realm will be randomly teleported to different locations. She was lucky and didn't go to the cliffs or the nests of spirit beasts. After opening her eyes, the scene she saw was a lush and dense forest.

It is now at night, and the towering old trees conceal most of the moonlight. Only the mushrooms and moss growing under the trees emit light, hazy and thin like mist, making it difficult to see.

Among the vastness of the forest, the lush branches and leaves gathered into a surging green wave, and the eyes were full of emerald green and dark brown. An inexplicable sense of oppression made Ning Ning a little breathless.

The spirit mushrooms are round like balls, hung on the treetops and trunks, and they look like small colorful lanterns. With the light emitted by it, Ningning glanced down at the token in his hand.

The token is only half the size of a palm, and is made of pear blossom wood. Hold it in your hand and you can smell the delicate and quiet scent.

On the face of the card was carefully carved a token that she didn't understand, probably for the purpose of inducing a sense of the secret realm and monitoring the movement of the holder at all times.

The token can only be carried with her body and is not allowed to be put in a storage bag. She put it in her jacket pocket without thinking too much.

Although this trial was mentioned in the original work, it was written extremely smoothly and basically had no reference value——

Not only did it not mention that the puja was held in advance, but even the plot was completely "Pei Ji met people, Pei Ji killed them, and Pei Ji held the most tokens, which drew the elders' exclamation."

It's like a sugarcane that has expired, long and dull. I don't know why I was willing to forcibly endure reading that book in the first place.

She was playing in Luan City for a whole day today, and she had already consumed most of her energy. She planned to wait until the banquet was over to return to the inn to recharge her energy, but she didn't expect the elders to slap their heads and hit everyone by surprise.

Spirit beasts often attack people in the mountains, and the top priority now is to find a safe place to rest as soon as possible.

Ningning yawned a little tiredly, and was about to walk forward. Suddenly she noticed that a few faint auras were oncoming, and at the moment she touched her skin, they dissipated like light smoke, and there was no trace of it.

Their sense of existence is very thin, and the person who exudes aura should be some distance away from here.

Everyone is separated one by one, and it is impossible for the same sect to successfully rendezvous in such a short period of time, so the possibility of gang committing crimes can be ruled out. And judging from the murderous aura in these breaths, it is likely that several disciples met in a narrow way and directly fought.

Ningning has fully inherited the fine tradition passed down by the Chinese people for thousands of years-love to join in the fun. At this moment, I am idle anyway. It is better to be a melon-eater and pay tribute to the demeanor of elite disciples of various martial arts.

If there is a chance, maybe he can take advantage of the chaos and grab a few tokens.

She has never been a character who sits and waits for death. It is obviously more interesting to take the initiative to attack instead of hiding like a salted fish.

Ningning did what she said, and immediately sensed the source of aura forward step by step. It didn't take long before I heard a woman's low rebuke: "Everyone is Yinxiu, is it necessary to kill them all?"

With a heart move, she took a few steps forward with her breath. Through the verdant shadows of the whirling trees, I saw the figures of four people facing each other.

There are three men and one woman. The woman in Tsing Yi has beautiful eyes and wears the door clothes of Luuming Mountain; the young man standing not far from her has a hostile face, smiling and playing with the jade-colored jade flute in his hand. Among the four, he belongs to him. The most murderous.

A delicate young man stood impatiently under the tree, his eyebrows filled with irritability, and his jade-white attire should have come from Paramount; the monk at the Fanyin Temple facing him looked as usual, and seemed to have a little bit of expression. Tired, he lowered his eyes and leaned against the tree trunk.

The young man turned the flute in a circle at his fingertips, raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Putting our music repairs together, the elders' meaning is so obvious--they want to watch the show, we are disciples, where are we? The reason for rejection? It's better to follow the wishes of the elders and have a try."

The white-clothed boy sneered: "Speaking so grandly, to put it plainly, don't you just want the tokens on us? It's useless to say more, come on!"

The young man just waited for his words and jumped into the air when he heard the words, standing on the branches of the ancient tree as thick as a human arm, and immediately activated the sound of the flute.

Different from tangible swords or spells, the rhythm seems delicate and elegant, but in reality there are no traces of ghosts and charms, and they often kill people in the invisible and invisible.

The sound of his flute was melodious and tactful, and with the ups and downs of the rhythm, the night wind surrounding the forest turned into a sharp blade, and after a screaming sound, it rushed straight to the three people under the tree.

Ningning hid his breath and stood in the bushes not far away. The sound of the flute floated into the ear, because it did not pose a threat to her, from the perspective of the people eating melons, it was a good piece of melody to listen to.

The sound and rhyme are wrapped in the evening breeze and poured everywhere, sneaking into every secluded corner, just like a cool and comfortable rain in a summer night, which is refreshing and joyful-provided that it ignores its growing murderous aura.

The boy in white was born in the Paramount Gate, which is famous for its music. He was naturally unwilling to show weakness at this time. After avoiding the sharp winds, he took out his storage bag from his arms.

coming!

Ning Ning became more interested and looked at his hands expectantly.

Most of the music repairs are elegant and dignified, and their weapons are mainly flute, piano and pipa. Nowadays, there are several music repairs gathered on the field, and all of them are good. Rounding up, it is a free open-air music concert.

I saw a dim light flashing from the storage bag in the hand of the boy in white, but in the blink of an eye, a handful appeared in his hand...

Erhu.

The corner of the young man's mouth twitched, but he continued to play the flute intently.

As the pitch became higher and higher and the changes faster and faster, the wind blade and spiritual power became stronger and stronger, smashing and cutting off a few thick branches.

Then the boy picked up the bow and the erhu sounded.

Ningning always thought that the goal of Yinxiu was to cultivate with a beautiful and mellow tone, until the appearance of this young man gave her a heavy blow.

This is not erhu.

This is a saw.

As a traditional musical instrument, the erhu is characterized by quietness and sorrow. It is like a clear spring in a stream and has its own vigor.

However, when the white-clothed boy pulled the bow, it was not a gurgling sound, but a terrifying noise similar to a nail scratching a blackboard.

Just listening to this, Ningning was almost sent away directly. The tune is not "quiet and sorrowful" at all. What is truly sorrowful is the poor man who heard it.

Beyond immortality, beyond history, this wave is a unique magic attack.

Ningning wanted to rush forward, telling him with tears in his eyes: "Don't pull it, don't pull it! This saw in your hand, it is definitely rusty!"

Rao, the predominant young man before, would never have thought that this young man who seemed to be weak in writing was actually a ruthless character.

As soon as the Erhu came out, coupled with his horrible playing skills, the situation changed in a flash, and every flower and grass was very bleak.

The young man had a difficult path in secret, but there was no way to retreat. In all desperation, he could only play the flute and fight stubbornly. Na Chengxiang, the woman from Luomingshan also took out her storage bag, and muttered the formula silently after observing the situation.

Ningning couldn't help but was taken aback.

The boy turned the erhu into a saw, and almost completely covered up the flute sound. At first glance, he was a ruthless character who was not easy to provoke. What kind of weapon does this woman use to take it out without hesitation in this situation?

Could it be--

The light from the storage bag dissipated, and the musical instrument in the woman's hand in Tsing Yi gradually emerged.

Slender body, big cone-shaped horn, gilt gold all over.

It was a brilliant golden suona.

The young man playing the flute paled and his mentality collapsed.

This woman was gentle and cowardly before, looking at the temperament on her body, she should be a piano player.

In the end, you are the most outrageous one in the audience! One or two are pretending to be pigs and tigers, can there be a little honesty and trust between people in this world!

He didn't want to play with this group of people anymore.

The flute in his hand is so weak, pitiful and helpless, how can it withstand the toss of the two musical instruments bullies. Don't talk about playing tunes, not far away with the sound of a donkey's erhu, his tune can be taken directly to grandma's house, if this suona sounds again...

As the saying goes, all kinds of musical instruments, Suona is king, either ascends to heaven or worships. A thousand years of pipa and ten thousand years of zheng, an erhu pulls a lifetime, and the whole play ends with a sound of suona.

The woman in Tsing Yi looked calm and raised the suona in her hand.

One song comes out, and the four wilds are silent.

The high and loud rhythm is like tide and water, rushing into the ears with the force of sweeping the sky and the earth. With the trembling of the eardrum, all other music became dull.

There was a creaking donkey, and the other side was a scream like a tiger. The young man's flute whispered pitifully, forgetting the original tone long ago.

The three tit-for-tat auras collided in the night, and the surrounding wind was violent, like a hundred ghosts walking in the night, very horrified.

In the good Lexiu competition, they were out of the level and out of style. After a little packaging, they could go directly to the funeral home to carry the coffin for funeral.

There is no one who doesn't cry in Erhu, and there is no soul that can't be sent away by suona.

Lying down and listening is the greatest respect for them.

The young flute player who was the most ferocious at first couldn't hold it back. The branches under his feet were cut off by ghost-shaped music, and a few holes were punched out of his body by the surging spiritual energy. Had to hand over the token.

Where can I find a friend in the end of the world?

In the battle, the young man and the Tsing Yi woman felt a bit of sympathy for their rivals. One token was naturally not enough for the two to split equally. Their eyes met silently for a while while looking at the monk who was leaning against the tree.

The monk seemed to be only twenty years old, and he had a clear and gentle face. Although he was not handsome and extraordinary, his amber eyes were as quiet as an ancient well, which could easily make people feel good.

In the Fanyin Temple, apart from Buddhist cultivation, there are also a rare group of Lexiu. Compared with Luomingshan and Paramount, the musical instruments they practice are much weird.

Qin Se and Zheng Xiao are all in pediatrics, and Muyu is the mainstream. I heard that a few years ago, there was a ruthless man who used his mouth as a musical instrument and specialized in chanting mantras. After a test, his mouth could sparkle.

If this monk also used a wooden fish, there is a high probability that he would be defeated by the two. Ning Ning felt that the time had come, and was hesitating whether to help, but suddenly caught a glimpse of the Buddha's masterpiece in front of him——

It's not just that she froze in place.

Even the professional funeral team on the side stopped playing, showing a rather surprised look.

Where is the wooden fish that appeared under the Buddha's light.

The thing was huge and round, and when it gradually emerged, it stunned the four wilds with the domineering aura of the other, and let out a deep hum.

Good guy, it's a Van Bell with two people tall in one mouthful.

Shaolin Temple sounds like an alarm every morning.

The woman in Tsing Yi just wanted to swear.

Where can Le Xiu use the bell as a weapon! Others play the piano and flute, do you take a bell to beat you to death? ill!

Ning Ning was amazed in her heart, and the various schools of the secret road were really talented.

Although Jianxiu was a dog, most of them were Mengsao. The dog had to be restrained, and the dog should not be exposed.

However, this group of sounds is completely different.

They let themselves go, without concealing them, and even blatantly showing it to others: Well, yes, this is my weapon.

For comparison, you can see the sound repair of Muyu Fanzhong Suona as a musical instrument, but you will never see the sword repair who uses a fire stick as a weapon.

Talents are all talents.

This good show progresses layer by layer, everyone is deeply hidden, the elders are worthy of being elders, and even the whole person is so fresh and refined.

The women and teenagers obviously didn't expect a mountain to be higher than a mountain, and the Le Xiu present was more weird than the other. After a period of dazedness, he revived and continued to play the music.

Erhu's sorrow, suona and loneliness, the well-deserved underworld soundtrack, evoked a cold wind that was extremely strange.

And the young monk in the center of the storm did not change his face. After a slight nod, a huge bell suddenly appeared in his hand.

The Buddhist rhythm is solemn and clear, and it is most incompatible with the style of the two. The moment the bell rang, the two completely different spiritual powers collided with each other, and a deafening roar erupted, causing Ning Ning to cover her ears.

However, even though the bell rang, the monk alone could not compete with the two.

The loud and bright chime sound was as heavy as a rock, and when it rushed to the ear, it was accompanied by gusts of palm wind that contained Buddha's energy. The young man and the woman in Tsing Yi worked side by side, each with their spiritual power to cut through the roads and hit hard, getting closer and closer to the monk.

Seeing that the monk gradually lost, the young man shouted in a deep voice: "Hand over the token, I will not hurt you!"

The other party ignored him, just burying his head and blindly ringing the bell.

So the two quickly looked at each other, and at the same time stepped up and accelerated the offensive, step by step towards him.

They are bound to win, but Ning Ning vaguely realizes that something is wrong.

Although the monk had fallen into the wind, he did not resist or seek peace, nor flee or strengthen the offensive. He just stood indifferently on the spot...

It was like trying to draw the two people closer.

This thought hurriedly crossed his mind, and in an instant, the young monk suddenly raised his eyes.

His pupils were waveless and as clear as a spring, but at this moment there was a dim light that was inexplicable, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

Ningning saw him raising the bell and pestle high, but he didn't hit the bell with the pestle as before.

Instead, he lifted it up, like a baseball, and lifted the bell in front of him in one fell swoop...

Gave fly away.

With its belly erected, the clock was spinning and jumping straight in the air, following the trajectory of the monk, directly hitting a man and a woman walking side by side.

Ningning was shocked.

Physical, physical attack? !

Why are you hitting a good-looking Van Bell into a baseball! Stop it, this is not what Le Xiu should do!

The two were hit by the Van Bell and flew far and wide, and fell to the ground in a tandem diving posture. The synchronization rate of the movements was as high as 99%.

Where did the woman in Tsing Yi have seen this kind of routine, she immediately shed tears on her chest: "You, you mean! I actually hit someone with a musical instrument, I don't follow it!"

It seems that she is quite adaptable, able to blurt out the big clock as an "instrument."

The boy coughed a few times and tried to beg for mercy: "Master, the monks are compassionate, please let us both!"

"Amitabha."

The young monk spoke softly, with a tone of pity: "The Buddha said, I am not a fool."

After speaking, he raised the bell and pestle in his hand, one by one, and finished the work.

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Damn, my aunt came and I was paralyzed.

This is a late addition. There is another one tonight, but it’s quite late. I’m going to lie down first. hhh, let’s see tomorrow morning. 〃〃

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