"One step and ten steps, two steps and three steps, four steps and five steps, six steps and seven -step dance, eight steps and nine steps."

Just entering the ruins, these words came from the ear.

A phantom that can't see the face appears in front of everyone: "Everyone, how does this poem do?"

Tao Zi looked at the phantom, pulled the corners of his mouth, and praised his words: "It's easy to understand, children's palms."

Seeing that she took the lead, the strange monks around her shot her eyes at her with a vigilance in her eyes, but more was watching.

When Tao Zi answered, the situation around it calmly. Obviously, it was almost all members of the refining period, but they did not quietly quietly.

Compared to her, how many other people here are restrained.

Phantom smiled and asked: "Oh, what do you mean?"

Tao Zizheng said: "Like a big vernacular."

Phantom stared silently at her, and the atmosphere around was depressed.

Many monks were calm and did not speak, but some monks could not stand this atmosphere. They whispered: "Is this man's mind not so easy?"

Looking at the older brother who seemed to be the speaker, he scolded it at the beginning of this: "Don't talk!"

The man was reluctant to respond, and he looked down at him with some disdain.

With a glance, the phantom appeared in front of the man, and said with a threat: "What do you say?"

The man turned into a blink of an eye and tentatively: "Easy to understand, good poems."

Phantom asked: "Easy to understand is a good poem?"

"That's it for me." He obviously left himself back.

Phantom smiled and nodded: "I like you very much, this is my reward, let's go."

The man was wrapped in white light, and he was ecstatic and reached out.

When holding that thing, his face was a little proud of himself, and he didn't notice the irony of the flickering of his eyes around him at all.

As soon as the phantom waved, the man disappeared. Someone tentatively said: "Where did he go?"

"Where he should go."

For a while, the new ordinary monk couldn't get what it meant, but he didn't say it anymore.

Phantom looked at the people around him with a smile, saying: "Everyone, who else want to evaluate my poems? No, this level can be almost."

It's almost the same, it's almost the beginning or it's almost over? Thinking, most people think it is the latter.

Intermittently, there are no monas to praise.

Similarly, they all got a reward and disappeared in place.

However, at least one -third of the monks disappeared in a minute.

The rest of the monks are also about to move, but after seeing some disciples of the big school, they all pressed down their minds. After all, these disciples must know more than them.

Tao Zi laughed. Now, the exit is about to fight. After all, no one is willing to leave with such a little thing.

At this time, someone slowly said: "This poem is easy to understand, like vernacular, suitable for children to listen."

This is nothing different from Tao Zi.

She turned her head to look at the same brother who opened the person.

The phantom snorted, and said nothing, and asked again, "Is there anyone else to comment on my poems?"

No one speaks again. At this time, the remaining groups of people can be regarded as sinking.

Phantom laughed heartily and said: "If you don't know how to praise others, then I will give you a little punishment."

A monk whispered: "How could it be possible? Didn't you mean..."

He swallowed the next words.

Tao Zi took another look, and judging from his clothes, he must be a newcomer to the Nine Turns Gate.

The phantom disappeared out of thin air, leaving only one sentence: "When you reach the door, the punishment ends. Every step you take must leave something on your body."

A rough and simple door appeared not far away, and grids appeared underfoot.

Some monks complained: "It's not fair, I'm so far away from the door."

The person closest to him laughed and said, "Luck is also a part of strength."

Tao Zi didn't care about the voices in her ears and counted the steps. Thirteen steps. Not counting clothes, she only had ten things on her body - charms and medicine.

You are so poor. This level is not very friendly to casual cultivators. She sighed secretly in her heart.

There are people with poor self-control who can’t wait to start walking.

"What's going on? I can't walk!"

Everyone looked and found that the person closest to the exit was trapped in a grid and could not move.

He anxiously took out various talismans, but they were of no use.

Tao Zi narrowed her eyes and carefully recalled every detail from before.

After a while, she casually took out a talisman. After the talisman disappeared, she jumped a step and was not trapped.

Looking at her movements, someone suddenly understood and said loudly: "Junior brother, dance ten steps in one step, walk two steps three, laugh four steps five, dance six steps seven, and sing eight steps nine. That is the way to pass the level.

It’s not poetry!”

So kind.

When this idea flashed through Tao Zi's mind, the phantom's voice sounded again: "I told you that it was poetry. Since you think it's not, I will take away an utensil as a small punishment."

The man's face turned pale.

Tao Zi counted the distance between herself and the person in front of her. There were five steps in total.

She took out five charms in one breath and walked over with an emotionless laugh.

The man realized something was wrong and wanted to retreat but couldn't: "What are you going to do?"

Tao Zi smiled and said: "You won't be able to pass the test anyway, so why not give the things you have to my daughter. I will be very grateful."

"Despicable!"

He is so simple and naive, and he doesn't know which sect he is a disciple of.

Tao Zi moved her hand without hesitation, but in just a few seconds, the man was at a disadvantage.

The phantom's voice sounded at this moment: "I can't see the blood."

Hope appeared in the man's eyes, and Tao Zi stopped.

"It's better to do this. Whenever someone jumps into your grid to compete, and you lose, you can take a step, but you have to take out an equal number of items - the number is the time when the contestant entered your grid.

number of steps, you win, you are free, the loser stays in your place, and you can take away a random item from the opponent."

The man's expression was unpredictable. He didn't come from three sects or four sects, and he didn't have so many tools and charms to squander, but there was no other way.

Tao Zi got five talismans as she wished, and they all seemed quite low-level.

There are nine items on his body now, and the remaining steps are seven, which seems more than enough.

She didn't hesitate anymore and arrived at the door in one go.

Phantom's smiling voice sounded: "Someone has arrived at the door in the first level. The remaining free players can use their items as collateral to exchange for the number of attacks. The winner can choose to exchange positions or the items they pledged."

Tao Zi's face is expressionless, but I don't care about this rule that is temporarily extra.

The first level of the ruins of the words is always the case, either to converge "wealth", or to scatter "wealth". The three levels of conscience in the following are the real difficulties. But in this way, many of the monks who can reach the door are afraid of it.

I have to hesitate one or two.
Chapter completed!