After each disciple lined up to get the number card of love, without any defense or any concerns, the first round of the Ten Methods Competition officially kicked off.

The secret realm is called "Water Mirror". It is located in Jiuyou Mountain on the outskirts of Luancheng City. In order to ensure the fairness of the level, the foundation building, the golden elixir and the Nascent Soul stage players are separated in an orderly manner and will not affect each other.

Out of his previous life experience, Ningning was accustomed to the assault exam without warning, so he did not have much psychological burden and walked straight into it with the Star Scar Sword.

Like Xiao Chongshan, disciples who entered the secret realm of trial will be randomly teleported to different places. She is lucky and does not go to cliffs or old nests of spirit beasts. The scene she sees when she opens her eyes is a lush and dense forest.

It is now night, and towering ancient trees have covered most of the moonlight. Only the mushrooms and moss growing under the trees emit light, making them as hazy and thin as mist, making it difficult to see clearly.

In the vast forest, the lush branches and leaves gathered into surging green waves. Looking around, they were full of emerald green and dark brown colors, and inexplicably brought a sense of overwhelming oppression, which made Ningning breathless.

The mushrooms are as round as balls, hanging on the treetops and trunks, and look a bit like colorful lanterns. With the light emitted by it, Ningning looked down at the token in his hand.

The token is only half the size of a palm, made of pear blossom fragrance. You can smell the elegant and quiet scented scent in your hand.

A talisman that she couldn't quite understand was carefully carved on the board, probably to sense the secret realm and monitor the movements of the holder at all times.

The token can only be carried with her and is not allowed to be put in the storage bag. She didn't think too much and put it in her top pocket.

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

Not only did he not mention the early holding of the Dharma Assembly, but even the plot was all the same. "Pei Ji met someone, Pei Ji killed someone, Pei Ji held the most tokens, which aroused the elders' surprise."

It's like expired sugar cane, long and boring, and I don't know why I was willing to endure the book.

She had been playing in Luancheng all day today, and most of her energy had been consumed. She planned to go back to the inn to accumulate energy after the banquet, but unexpectedly, the elders slapped their foreheads and caught everyone off guard.

Spiritual beasts often attack people in the mountains and fields. The most urgent task now is to find a safe place to rest as soon as possible.

Ning Ning yawned a little tiredly and was about to walk forward when she suddenly noticed a few faint spiritual energy coming towards her. The moment she touched the skin, she dissipated like light smoke, and there was no trace.

Their presence is very thin, and people who emit spiritual energy should be a distance away from here.

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

Ningning fully inherited the fine tradition that the Chinese people have been passed down for thousands of years - they like to join in the fun. Anyway, they are idle anyway. It is better to be a melon-eating crowd and admire the style of elite disciples of major sects.

If you have the chance, you might be able to take advantage of the chaos and grab a few tokens.

She has never been a person who is waiting to die. She is obviously more interesting than hiding like a salted fish and taking the initiative.

Ning Ning did it as soon as he said, and immediately sensed the source of spiritual energy and moved forward step by step. Not long after, he heard a woman's rebuke: "Everyone is a music cultivator, is it necessary to kill them all?"

Her heart moved, she calmed her breath and walked forward a few steps. Through the lush and lush shadows of the trees, she saw four people facing each other.

Three men and one woman, a woman in green, wearing beautiful eyebrows and wearing a door suit of Luming Mountain; the young man standing not far away was full of anger, playing with the green jade flute in his hand with a smile. Among the four, he was the most murderous aura.

A delicate young man stood under the tree impatiently, his eyebrows were full of irritability. Looking at his jade-white outfit, he should have come from Paramount; the monk from Fanyin Temple, who was far away from him, looked as usual, as if he was a little tired, and leaned down on the trunk of the tree.

The young man turned the flute around his fingertips, raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Put together these few voice cultivation, the meaning of those elders is obvious - they want to watch the show, and we disciples, how can we refuse? It is better to obey the elders' wishes and have a good competition."

The young man in white looked sarcastic: "It's so magnificent tone. To put it bluntly, don't you just want the tokens on us? It's useless to say more, come on!"

It was just waiting for his words that the young man jumped up as if he heard this, and stood on the branches of an ancient tree that was as thick as a human arm. Then he activated the sound of the flute, and a storm suddenly rose.

Unlike tangible and qualitative swords or spells, the rhythm seems to be weak and elegant, but in fact it has no trace of ghosts and changes, and often puts people to death invisible situations.

His flute sound was melodious and melodious. As the rhythm fluctuated, the night wind surrounding the forest turned into a series of cold blades. After a scream, he rushed straight to the three people under the tree.

Ningning hid her breath and stood in the bushes not far away. The sound of the flute was floating in her ears because it did not pose a threat to her. From the perspective of the melon-eating crowd, it was a melodious and beautiful song.

The sound is swept everywhere by the evening breeze, sneaking into every secluded corner, like a cool and comfortable rain on a summer night, which makes people feel refreshed - the premise is to ignore its increasingly murderous aura.

The boy in white was born in Paramount, which is famous for his music. At this time, he was naturally not willing to be outdone. After avoiding the sharp blade-like winds, he took out the storage bag from his arms.

Here comes!

Ning Ning was in a big mood and looked at his hands with great anticipation.

Most of the musical cultivators are elegant and dignified, with their weapons mainly flutes, pianos and pipas. Now several musical cultivators gather on the field, and they are all very strong. If you round them up, you will be a free open-air music concert.

I saw the storage bag in the white-clothed boy's hand flashing in a dim light, but in the blink of an eye, a hand appeared in his hand...

Erhu.

The young man twitched his mouth, but he continued to play the flute with all concentration.

As the tone becomes higher and higher and faster, the wind blade and spiritual power become stronger and stronger, and several thick branches are cut off in a rush.

Then the young man picked up the zither bow and the erhu sounded.

Ning Ning always thought that music practices are aimed at beautiful music and melodiousness, until the appearance of this young man gave her a heavy blow.

This is not a erhu.

This is a tug of war.

As a traditional musical instrument, the Erhu is mainly characterized by quietness and sorrow, like a clear spring among streams, with its own style.

However, when the boy in white pulled the piano bow, it did not make a gurgling sound, but a terrifying noise similar to the nails that cut the blackboard.

Just listen to this, Ningning was almost sent away directly. The song was not "silent and sad" at all. The really sad person was the poor person who heard this song.

Beyond the Immortal Way and beyond history, this wave is an unprecedented magical attack.

Ning Ning wanted to rush forward, and her eyes were filled with tears: "Don't pull it, don't pull it! The saw in your hand is definitely rusted!"

Even the arrogant and domineering young man before would not have thought that the young man who looked so weak in front of him would be a tough character.

As soon as the Erhu appeared, coupled with his outrageously bad playing skills, it instantly caused the storm to change color, and every flower and plant was very bleak.

The young man said it was difficult to deal with, but there was no way out. In desperation, he could only play the flute and resist stubbornly. He didn't expect that the woman from Luming Mountain would also take out the storage bag and silently recite the mantra after observing the situation in front of him.

Ning Ning couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

The young man pulled the erhu into a saw, almost completely covering up the sound of the flute. At first glance, he was a tough character who was not easy to provoke. What weapon did this woman use to take it out without hesitation under this situation?

Could it be—

The light in the storage bag dissipated, and the musical instruments in the hands of the woman in blue gradually appeared.

Slim body, conical large horn, gilded all over.

It was a golden suona.

The young man playing the flute turned pale and his mentality was completely broken.

This woman was gentle and cowardly before. Judging from her temperament, she should be a person who plays the piano and the guzheng.

As a result, you are the most outrageous one in the audience! One or two are pretending to be pigs and eating tigers. Can there be a little honesty and trust between people in this world?

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

The flute in his hand was so weak, pitiful and helpless, and how could he withstand the troubles of the two bullies in the musical instrument world? Not to mention playing the song, the erhu sound like a donkey yelling not far away, his tune could be taken directly to his grandma's house. If the suona sounded again...

As the saying goes, all kinds of musical instruments, suona is king, either ascending to heaven or worshiping the hall. A thousand-year pipa and ten thousand-year zither, a erhu is used to pull a lifetime, and the whole play ends with a sound of the suona.

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

A song came out, and the fields were silent.

The high and loud music was like a tide and water, pouring into the ears with a force that swept the heaven and earth. With the trembling of the eardrum, all other musical sounds became tasteless.

There was a squeaking donkey on the other side, and the other end was a roaring like a tiger. The sound of the young man's flute was pitying and he had long forgotten his original tone.

Three tit-for-tat spiritual energy collided in the night, and the surrounding wind blew, like a hundred ghosts walking at night, which was very terrifying.

The good music competition was a good match, and they had a good style. After a little package, they could go to the funeral home to carry a coffin and attend the funeral.

There is no one who can't cry with the erhu, and no soul that can't be sent away by the suona.

Lying down and listening is the greatest respect for them.

At the beginning, the young man who played the flute most fiercely could not hold on first. The branches under his feet were cut off by ghostly music, and his body was also hit by the surging spiritual energy. He fell to the ground in a very embarrassing manner. He had to hand over the token.

A heartbreaking song is heartbroken, where can I find a soulmate in the world?

During the battle, the boy and the woman in green felt a sense of mutual appreciation of each other as they met the opponent. A token was naturally not enough for the two to be evenly divided. The eyes were silently intersected for a moment, and at the same time, they looked at the monk leaning under the tree.

The monk looked only twenty years old and had a clear and gentle face. Although he could not be called handsome, his amber eyes were as quiet as an ancient well without waves, which could easily make people feel good.

In addition to Buddhist practice, there is also a small group of music practitioners in Fanyin Temple. The instruments they practice are much more strange than those of Luming Mountain and Paramount.

Qinser and Zhengxiao are both pediatrics, and Muyu is the mainstream. I heard that a few years ago, a ruthless man who used his mouth as a musical instrument and specializes in chanting mantras and chanting scriptures was released. After a competition, his mouth would spark.

If this monk also used wooden fish, he would probably be defeated by the two of them. Ning Ning felt that the time had come, and was hesitating whether to help him, but suddenly hesitated to see the Buddha's light in front of him-

She wasn't the only one who stood there.

Even the professional funeral team next to him stopped playing, showing a rather surprised look.

What kind of wooden fish is appearing under the Buddha's light?

The thing was extremely large and round. When it gradually appeared, it shocked the world with its domineering aura of kings and domineeringness, and made a thick buzzing sound.

What a good guy, he actually had a Buddhist bell with two heights.

Shaolin Temple has to ring the alarm every morning.

The woman in green just wanted to curse.

Where can Lexiu use the Brahma bell as a weapon? Others play the piano and flute, but do you use a bell and slam it to death? Are you sick!

Ning Ning was amazed in her heart and thought that the major sects have emerged in many talents.
To be continued...