Chapter 182 I want to be beaten but I can't be poisoned
The little mute was always very lovable with his well-behaved appearance. Just when Yun Yanchu was planning to continue teasing him, the doors of several other rooms in the courtyard opened one after another.
Hua Rong looked at the three people in the courtyard and walked forward calmly.
He knew that the little mute got up early in the morning to practice martial arts, and he also knew that Chu Wanjun had just given instructions to the little guy.
Glancing sideways at Chu Wanjun, Hua Rong said softly: "It's rare to see you pointing fingers."
As soon as Hua Rong said this, Chu Wanjun paused, then looked at the little mute and said, "He is very similar to the little junior sister when she was a child. Master thinks so too, doesn't he?"
Chu Wanjun smiled slightly, and Hua Rong looked down at the little mute, noncommittal.
But Chu Wanjun knew that she was right.
The first thing she noticed when she came out was not the little mute, but the weapon used by the little mute.
It was a spiritual weapon refined by Huarong. This Zhouxia Sword once attracted thunder from the sky when it was refined.
No matter how many people in the immortal world want this sword, they can't get it.
Hua Rong gave it to a little mute who had nothing to do with him and could not practice cultivation.
Chu Wanjun would not think that her master would be out of kindness, there would always be other factors involved.
"Senior sister got up as early as ever."
Mo Zhifan stretched out and walked out of the house. Before anyone arrived, the sound had already reached everyone's ears.
Shen Nanzhou and Wei Siyou, who were walking behind him, both turned their attention to Hua Rong and Chu Wanjun.
Xu Zhengdu also silently closed the door and walked forward.
"It's not like you, waking up so late." Chu Wanjun crossed her arms and looked at her chest, joking.
"Sister, I'm wrong. The three of us practiced all night last night. No, we almost forgot the time." Mo Zhifan quickly waved his hands in defense, with a look of grievance on his face.
"Oh...?" Chu Wanjun raised her eyebrows, her eyes meaningful.
Yun Yanchu and the little mute were watching a show on one side.
When Hua Rong saw this, he raised his hand and coughed lightly: "Okay, if we don't go over, I'm afraid everyone will be waiting for us."
As soon as Hua Rong said these words, everyone also thought of today's business.
The second round of competition was about to begin this morning, but City Lord Wen Manchuan did not reveal the questions to anyone.
The only news we know is that in this second round of competition, teams will be narrowed down from 300 to 50.
And the rewards are much richer than the first round.
The winner of the second round will receive five thousand spirit stones as a reward.
Compared to these, it is nothing. The most generous thing about Apocalypse Sword City is that it has prepared a Heavenly Thunder Pill for the first place winner in the second round.
When breaking through the tribulation, the damage caused by the thunder tribulation can be reduced.
The Heavenly Thunder Pill is extremely precious. Although it is a sixth-grade elixir, no one among the sixth-grade alchemy masters dares to practice this pill.
With this pill, it means that the success rate of breaking through the tribulation next time is higher, which is a great temptation for everyone.
When Qian Ming and his party arrived at the scene, the number of people present was much smaller.
Compared with the first round, tens of thousands of sects and children from aristocratic families participated.
In the second round, only 300 sects participated.
Even so, there are still more than 2,000 people in this square.
Huarong's group is not the slowest. There is another sect behind them, but there are only three people.
There are no so-called substitutes in the sect competition. If a team member died in the previous round, the next round of competition will continue with whatever is left.
Maybe in a team of six people, no one would survive in the end.
The Immortal Sect Competition itself is a huge gamble.
After the registration of the last team was completed, the disciples guarding the door also rang the drum bell on the side.
As the drums and bells rang, the whole square began to boil.
A dozen figures walked slowly from one side of the square.
Four young people in different costumes walked in front, followed by five people behind them.
Seeing a group of people walking up to the high platform, before Wen Manchuan could speak, everyone consciously kept silent and looked up at the high platform silently.
Wen Manchuan stood in front, and twenty-four young people stood neatly behind Wen Manchuan.
"Everyone, this second round is a fantasy world of beasts. In the fantasy world, you will fight with the monsters for three days. The final result will be calculated based on the beast cores.
The count of the beast cores is based on the level of the monster, and each higher level since the foundation is doubled by five points above the base. There is no Yujue in this illusion to save my life, so I hope you guys will take care of yourself."
Wen Manchuan's still calm tone made everyone feel horrified. He had no protection token and had to fight the monster for three days.
If anything goes wrong, you will be killed by the beast.
This is hundreds of times more cruel than the Immortal Mansion that has a way out.
Hua Rong couldn't help but frowned as he listened to the rules introduced by Wen Manchuan.
"Master, is this a little too much..." Chu Wanjun hesitated, apparently feeling that this competition was too cruel.
"I'm afraid Wen Manchuan is hiding some other thoughts. All you have to do is worry about your life during this trip. We'll talk about the rest after he comes out."
Hua Rong turned to look at the disciples behind him, his eyes fell on Yun Yanchu for a second, and then quickly looked away.
Wen Manchuan's second round of competition was really weird, and the originally quiet square gradually began to burst into discussion.
Wen Manchuan did not stop him. After giving everyone a short discussion time, Wen Manchuan spoke again.
"In this illusion, the six chief disciples sent by each of the four major colleges will set up formations for you. Among the beasts in the illusion, there are twenty-four tokens that can break the illusion. Each token can break the illusion once, and you can pass through it.
Limited to six people.”
Wen Manchuan spoke again, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief when he introduced the rules as if he was breathing heavily.
But he became nervous because there were only twenty-four broken mirror tokens.
Three hundred people robbed 24 tokens in the beast tide, and they were hidden among the beasts.
The probability is too low.
Discussions in the square continued one after another, but Yun Yanchu raised his hand and touched his chin thoughtfully.
It might be hell mode for others, but she... has infrared night vision goggles.
It’s just that there are many people with mixed eyesight, so whether it can be used is another matter.
Yun Yanchu's thinking look fell into Chu Wanjun's eyes. She reached out and pinched Yun Yanchu's face, and said softly: "Little junior sister will follow the senior sister when she goes in later. With the senior sister here, she will not let the monsters
Close to you."
"Senior sister, blindly protecting is not a good thing."
After hearing Chu Wanjun's words, Wei Siyou said something with disapproval.
The next second, Chu Wanjun suddenly rushed over.
Wei Siyou covered his head and raised his eyes slightly, and saw Chu Wanjun crossing her chest with her hands and turning to look at him, "Same for you, follow Zhifan when the time comes."
When Chu Wanjun assumed the posture of senior sister, everyone in Qian Ming was frightened.
Even Wei Siyou didn't dare to refute, silently shut up and looked at Mo Zhifan.
Then he ran into Mo Zhifan's smiling eyes.
"If you lied to me, my status would have dropped significantly." Mo Zhifan joked with a chuckle.
Wei Siyou:……
I want to beat him, but I can't hit him enough, and I can't poison him.
When Yun Yan first heard Mo Zhifan's words, he couldn't help but cast his eyes in confusion.
When did Wei Siyou deceive Mo Zhifan? This chapter has been completed!