Chapter 132 Entering the Illusionary Metamorphosis. The person who has the most objection to this list is Zhou Qi. He doesn’t want a guy who lives in a free pigsty to climb above his head, a personable and troubled young man like him.
Go up.
He immediately overturned the table in front of him, stood up and shouted loudly: "Wait a minute, your list will not count!".
"Doesn't count?" Rouge turned her head and asked, "Why?"
"Because of this kid." Zhou Qi pointed at Lu Zhan and said, "This kid didn't show any extraordinary strength in martial arts at all. He just did some tricks and tricks to please the two girls.
He ranked first, but I don’t accept it.”
"Yes." Cao Zhide next to him also shouted in a high voice: "I didn't even see what kind of energy was used. This kid is completely opportunistic. How can he be ranked higher than us?"
Rouji was stunned. What she said made some sense. Looking back on the scene at that time, Lu Zhan did not reveal his true strength from beginning to end. It was just that the two sisters' attention was distracted by Nazhi Yuxian at that time.
The crystal flower tempered by the supernatural fire was attracted to him, so he didn't pay attention to this detail. Is this unknown boy named Lu Zhan really just opportunistic and playing a deception?
Only Qing Ji over there did not change her expression, looked at Zhou Qi and Cao Zhande with awe, and said calmly: "Mr. Zhou, Mr. Cao, from what you said, it seems that you are very prejudiced against the list made by our sisters. Unfortunately, this is 'Xiaoying'
Zhou' is not the city where your family is located, but I and I
Sister Rouer is the hostess of this 'Little Yingzhou' - the hostess who has the final say. Besides, we are just making a list tonight to entertain ourselves, and we are not convening a real convention of heroes from all over the world.
, rearrange the seats, should the banter and banter be so serious?"
With such an understatement, Zhou Qi and Cao Zhande were speechless. If they continued to argue, they would appear to be messing around in other people's surroundings, arguing with two women for a short story, and they would not be allowed to spread the news to the famous men who were watching around.
Make a joke.
However, Cao Zande was thicker-skinned than anyone else. He pinched Lanhua and pointed at Qingji and said: "Let's not mention the hero list for now, but Qingji, you promised
"Fantasy" can't be relied upon."
Qingji smiled faintly: Mr. Cao made a serious statement. Since Qingji promised, of course he will honor it. However, Mr. Cao, I would like to advise you to worry about yourself and prepare yourself. The so-called "the sound of the piano is illusory" is not such a fun thing. "
Cao Chande clapped his hands like a little girl and said with a smile: "Welcome, welcome, the more powerful things are, the more exciting it is to play. It seems that tonight is really a worthwhile trip."
This big man behaved like a child at every turn, which made everyone around him feel sick and tired of looking at him. Some of the children of aristocratic families who had drunk too much wine even lay down at the table and vomited.
Qing Ji flicked her cuffs with her fingers and winked at Rou Ji. Rou Ji nodded knowingly and patted her jade palms a few times. She saw those Yan Ji and the hostess sitting next to the children of the aristocratic family.
They stood up one after another and left the "Moon Picking Pavilion". In an instant, only a group of children from aristocratic families who had gathered from all over Hongzhou were left in the "Moon Picking Pavilion".
Qing Ji walked to the performance stage and sat down cross-legged facing everyone. There was a Jiaowei Guqin on the small table in front of her. She stretched out her jade fingers and twisted the strings, and plucked it twice.
The strings sounded "clanging", and at this moment, the palace lanterns hanging above everyone's heads began to sway, as if being blown by a gust of wind. The lights were all extinguished, and the entire hall was pitch black.
At this time, the cold moonlight shone on Qing Ji's body, and she was dressed in white, making her look spotless and so pretty that people couldn't bear to get close to her.
Rouji stood in the open space in front of the performance stage. There was a long table in front of her. There were three cauldrons on the table. She threw a few sandalwood sticks into the cauldron on the left and the one on the right.
A few pieces of paper were thrown into a cauldron, and eighteen sticks of incense were inserted into the middle cauldron. Then the cauldrons on the left and right were lit one by one, and finally the incense sticks in the middle were also put on fire.
ignite.
Everyone sitting in the hall saw Rou Ji playing with the cauldrons so solemnly, and they were wondering if the woman had put poison in them? It was obvious at a glance that this pocket-sized girl was not from the Great Chu Empire.
There are many weird and strange magic and secret methods in the world, don't follow her!
Thinking of this, some cautious disciples from aristocratic families began to tinker with their own vigilance and defense skills. Some spread their qi energy all over their bodies, forming a protective shield around themselves;
Some stuffed pills to prevent miasma poison into their mouths;
Some keep their weapons where they are most handy, ready to rise up and resist at any time.
After Rouji completed a set of rituals in the three cauldrons, she stood in front of the cauldrons with her hands clasped together and muttered something in Sakura's mouth -
"The shepherd is not here tonight, and I am lonely and cold with the sheep.
There is a little spring warmth in the tent, and a lot of lingering feelings in my heart.
Thinking of the white snow on the scimitar, looking at the beauty in the ancient mirror.
The green lantern dances through the flames, and the dust in front is stained with gray clouds and smoke.
Even though a thousand years have passed by, I only hope that I can still meet him on the horizon -
…
…”
At this time, Qingji, who was sitting on the performance stage, began to play. She gently stretched her jade fingers, and the strings sounded "clanging." A heavenly sound poured out from her fingers like mountain water.
Lu Zhan was sitting in the corner of the back row. Since the palace lanterns above his head went out, the place where he was sitting was plunged into darkness.
He was also very curious about the skill that people call "the sound of the piano turns into illusion". Since he was a child, except for Yunmeng City and the surrounding areas, he has never traveled thousands of miles away from home.
Now that I had just set foot in Hongzhou City, I first encountered a surprise attack by the barbarian war beast troops, and then encountered a gathering of wealthy children from various aristocratic families in front of me. My horizons gradually broadened.
As for the so-called "illusion art." This is a field that he has never been exposed to, and he has never even heard of it before. Therefore, Lu Zhan, who likes to challenge unknown fields by nature, is also full of expectations for Qingji's performance.
The sound of Qingji's piano is heard. At first, it is just a few simple chords repeated softly. If you listen carefully, you can hear the sound of gurgling water and the sound of fine grass blowing in the wind. In vain, it makes people feel strange. It is obviously a deep night now.
At this time, you can feel the vitality of the morning in your heart.
After a while, the tune of the piano began to become complicated, making people feel that it was not one piano playing, but three or even six pianos. At this time, a group of children from aristocratic families sitting in the darkness felt
The air in front of me seemed to be undulating, as if the entire air had turned into a substantial stream of water, rippling one after another.
Some children from aristocratic families with weak concentration could not help but stretch out their hands to touch the ripples, and could actually feel the pressure on their fingers as they were impacted by the ripples.
At this time, Rouji, who had been muttering to herself with her eyes closed, suddenly opened her eyes, and saw her right hand pointing at the cauldron on the left - "The green lantern dances through the flames!" Then she saw the cauldron in the cauldron.
The burning flame suddenly jumped three feet high. The flame danced in the cauldron, and actually formed a human-shaped dancing figure of fire.
Then I saw her wave her left hand towards the cauldron on the right - "The dust is stained with dust and smoke!" There was a "boom" sound, and the flame in the cauldron actually went out, turning into a thick black smoke.
The black smoke hung in the air and formed a ball above the cauldron, with three holes appearing in the middle. If you look closely, you can see that the black smoke actually formed a terrifying and ferocious face like an evil ghost.
Suddenly, the originally peaceful sound of the piano became intense, and Qingji, who was sitting on the performance stage, was seen moving her hands greatly, and her ten jade fingers were beating rapidly among the strings. People sitting in the hall saw that
The sleeves of her snow-colored robe moved automatically without wind, and her hair
Her black hair also began to fly freely, and the dance between her clothes and hair became more and more intense, as if a biting cold wind suddenly blew on the calm lake in spring, and it danced wildly across the lake.
The green willow branches on the side scatter the snowy Qiong Yao all over the sky.
At the same time, Rouji, who was standing in front of the performance stage, was originally only four feet long and suddenly grew to a foot tall. Her girlish face was stretched into a long and narrow face. Her facial features were deformed and she looked so pale.
Her ugly horse face made people's hearts tremble, her mouth was wide open, and she let out an extremely shrill scream.
Following Rouji's scream, the cauldron placed in front of her also underwent a terrifying change. The figure of the Hokage dancing in the cauldron on the left suddenly sprayed out a large flame from the front. The flames went straight to the front.
It jumped into the faces of the disciples of the aristocratic families sitting in the first two rows, so frightened that several young masters with less martial arts skills sitting in the first two rows held their heads and screamed.
And the thick black smoke that looked like the face of an evil spirit rising from the cauldron on Rouji's right suddenly floated forward, with its mouth wide open as it floated, and countless black skulls sprayed out from that mouth.
He came out and rushed straight towards the wealthy disciples sitting in the front row. He was so startled that several young masters jumped out of their seats involuntarily, screaming and running backwards.
But these two visions were just the beginning. The scene that followed was that the Hokage figure in the cauldron on the left suddenly flew into the air, its arms stretched out to both sides, and its body shape quickly deformed, changing from a human figure to
It took the shape of a huge fire phoenix.
The fire phoenix unfolded its three-foot-long wings made of blazing fire, swooped down with a roar, and flew past the tables in the hall. Wherever it passed, tables, chairs, floors, walls, and beams were all burned violently.
stand up.
"It's not good, it's burning!" Two disciples from aristocratic families whose martial arts attainments were in the early stages of Qi Condensation Realm couldn't help shouting. They even ran away from their original seats and began to hurriedly look for the exit of the Huā Hall to grab it.
and fled.
"Where's the door?" Someone screamed in the sea of fire: "Oh my god, the door is gone!"
"Not to mention the gate, even Miss Qingji is missing. We have fallen into a trap. She wants to burn us alive!"
"Help... I'm about to be burned to death!"
Interspersed with Zhou Qi's hoarse cry: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's just an illusion. Everyone, please calm down and don't move. The more you move, the more powerful the illusion will be."
But his shouts were soon drowned out by even more frightening screams. It was Cao Chuande who was wailing miserably in a high-pitched voice: "Ah, ah - what is this? My mother, don't come closer.
You ugly ghost!"
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