"It takes millions of spirit stones to activate a semi-holy weapon once. This competition is obviously designed to deal with you. Are you sure you want to go in?" Di Xuanshang looked at Feng Siyue with some concern and asked.
It's not that he didn't believe her, but Ouyang Feng was notoriously lustful, and he looked at her with ill intentions from time to time. As long as Di Xuanshang thought that Ouyang Feng had dirty thoughts about her in his mind, violence would arise in his body, and he would want to destroy everything.
"Of course, if I don't go in, I won't be worthy of their careful planning. I want to let them know what it means to lose the rice while trying to steal the chicken." Feng Siyue curled the corners of her mouth and winked at him cunningly.
"good."
Emperor Xuanshang's simple word carried a hint of doting.
If something unexpected really happened inside, I would just destroy the scroll. As long as it can make her happy, I might as well let her have a good time.
"I'm going first. Remember to wait for me to come out. I want you to hold an umbrella for me!" Feng Siyue said and strode onto the field.
Elder Chen began to announce the rules of the competition.
"There is no time limit for this competition. The later you come out, the higher your ranking will be. To ensure fairness, the 340 disciples present will all be dispersed after entering the scroll. They can form teams later, but the final results will be calculated on an individual basis."
Then, Elder Chen asked people to give each person a talisman.
"There is danger in the scroll. When you encounter a life-or-death crisis, crush this talisman and you will be automatically teleported out. This will also be considered as being eliminated!"
This rule is very simple and everyone will understand it as soon as they hear it.
In addition, it is still impossible to use magic weapons of level seven or above in the scroll, otherwise it will be considered eliminated.
Feng Siyue knew that this rule was designed to restrict her. After all, everyone knew that she had a lot of treasures.
She said lazily, "Elder Chen, I have a question."
Elder Chen looked at her and asked, "What's your problem?"
"Are the dangers in this scroll the same everywhere, or are some places relatively safe and some places relatively dangerous?"
"this… "
Elder Chen looked in the direction of Ouyang Feng.
Ouyang Feng smiled and glanced at Feng Siyue vaguely and said, "Of course, the dangers are different for each person. It all depends on your luck. But don't worry, little girl. I have specially closed several dangerous trial sites and will not let you be eliminated easily."
Feng Siyue sneered, which meant that even if she was targeted, it was just her bad luck.
She stopped talking and stared at the scroll carefully.
All magic weapons above level nine have spirits, and this scroll is no exception. Let her see where the spirit is hidden.
However, Elder Chen did not give her much time to observe and directly announced the start of the competition.
Then a light enveloped them, and she and the disciples on the field felt lighter and were teleported into the scroll.
"Yueyue, Ouyang Feng's consciousness has attached itself to a disciple and entered together. Be careful!"
When Feng Siyue was teleported in, she heard Di Xuanshang's hurried voice transmission, and then she fell into the pile of graves.
There were white bones everywhere on the ground, and the sparse shadows of the trees in front of me were swaying like ghosts, the air was filled with a sticky smell of blood, and the eerie laughter of children could be vaguely heard.
"Hehehe! Come and play with me!"
If other people saw this scene, they would probably jump up in fright.
But who is Feng Siyue? She came from the Shura Territory.
These things are just like showing off your skills in front of Guan Gong!
When viewed from the square, people who entered the scroll turned into small black dots that moved around, making it impossible to see what was happening inside.
But some people have discovered that if one stares intently at a certain black spot, the vision will suddenly become clear and one can see which scene he or she is in as if looking down from the air.
"Senior Wanqing is so lucky. The place she teleported to is very safe and has abundant spiritual energy!"
"Wow! A disciple from a small sect was bitten by a monster as soon as he entered. How unlucky!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a talisman flashed in the scroll, and a disciple covered in blood was teleported out. He fell to the ground, with the sleeve of one arm empty and blood gushing out.
If Feng Siyue was present, she would definitely recognize him as the round-faced disciple from Tianwang Pavilion who had teamed up with four other disciples from small sects to try to protect her during the first game yesterday.
As soon as he entered the scroll, he fell into the lair of a sixth-level monster. If he had not reacted quickly and crushed the talisman in time, it would not be his arm that would have been bitten off, but his head.
The old leader of Baihe Valley hurried over to treat his disciple's wounds and stop the bleeding, then he and the elders carried the man away.
The round-faced disciple was pale, his arm was broken, and even his natal sword was broken in the scroll. The moment the sword was destroyed he also suffered the backlash, and he was afraid that he would never be able to advance again in this life.
"It's good enough as long as my life is saved, it's good enough as long as my life is saved."
The old sect leader said tremblingly, taking out the sect’s most precious and only fourth-level pill to feed him.
"Master, I am already a useless person, so you should leave this pill to other fellow disciples."
People from other sects were secretly laughing at them. They thought it would be better for such a small sect to be disbanded right where it is. It was really embarrassing.
Just then, a man came up to them.
"This is my master treating your injury."
Lan Yi handed the bottle of medicine to the old sect leader, then flashed back behind Di Xuanshang.
The old master poured out the pill gratefully, and a blue pill lay in the palm of his hand.
"Seventh-level elixir!"
Everyone around was dumbfounded, looking at the pill in the old master's hand in disbelief.
The rich fragrance of the elixir also shows that this is a genuine seventh-level elixir!
What a big deal!
The seventh-level elixir is worth millions of spirit stones!
He actually gave it away as soon as he said he would!
Everyone looked in the direction of Di Xuanshang. He didn't know the people from Baihe Valley, but he was so generous. No one knew where he came from.
Everyone was extremely envious. This seventh-level elixir could not only cure the round-faced disciple's injuries immediately, but also treat hidden diseases, widen the meridians, and be beneficial to his future cultivation.
"This is too valuable, Master, we can't accept it!"
The round-faced disciple shook his head and refused. He thought that he could not accept the reward without doing anything.
Yesterday, An Yao from the Five Poison Sect had her hand blown off by Feng Siyue, and she only took sixth-grade elixirs because her father, An Tianlu, had only been promoted to seventh-grade alchemist a few days ago and did not have any seventh-grade elixirs to heal her injury.
Even in the Five Poison Sect which has powerful alchemists, seventh-grade elixirs are extremely precious elixirs. How could he dare to accept such expensive elixirs!
"You should heal your wounds first, and we in Baihe Valley will work like slaves to repay your kindness!"
The old shopkeeper stuffed the pill into his mouth without saying anything.
The pill melted in his mouth and he couldn't even spit it out.
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Suddenly, the voice of the man just now came to his mind: "Just eat it in peace. You protected our mistress out of kindness yesterday. This is the master's reward to you."
The round-faced disciple was stunned and his face turned red. He overestimated his own abilities yesterday and wanted to protect the weak, but he won without making the last move. He did not help Miss Hanyue at all.
However, Miss Hanyue’s man rewarded her with a seventh-grade elixir!
"Oh my god! Han Yue actually entered the lair of the Ghost King! This is such bad luck!"
Suddenly, a cry of surprise came from the crowd in the square.