After each disciple lined up and got the number plate of love, without any defense or consideration, the first round of the Ten Dharma Conference officially kicked off.

The secret realm is called "Water Mirror" and is located in Jiuyou Mountain on the outskirts of Luancheng. To ensure the fairness of the levels, the competition venues for the foundation building, golden elixir, and Yuanying period contestants are separated in an orderly manner and will not affect each other.

Based on the experience of the previous life, Ningning thought that the sudden test without any signs was normal, so she did not have much psychological burden and walked straight into it with the Star Mark Sword.

Like Xiao Chongshan, the disciples who entered the trial secret realm will be randomly teleported to different locations. She was lucky. She didn't go to the cliffs or the lair of the spirit beasts. When she opened her eyes, she saw a lush forest.

It was night now. The towering old trees blocked most of the moonlight. Only the spirit mushrooms and moss growing under the trees emitted light, which was hazy and faint like mist, making it difficult to see clearly.

In the vast sea of ​​​​forests, the lush branches and leaves gathered into a surging green wave. Looking around, it was all emerald green and dark brown. Inexplicably, a sense of oppression that covered the sky and the earth made Ningning a little breathless.

The spirit mushrooms were round like balls, hanging on the treetops and trunks, and they looked a bit like colorful lanterns. With the light it emitted, Ningning looked down at the token in her hand.

The token was only half the size of a palm and was made of pear blossom wood. She could smell a faint and elegant fragrance when she held it in her hand.

On the card, there was a carefully carved symbol that she could not quite understand. It was probably to generate a sense of induction with the secret realm and monitor the movements of the holder of the token at all times.

The token could only be carried with her and was not allowed to be put into a storage bag. She didn't think much about it and put it in her shirt pocket.

Although the original book mentioned this trial, it was written in a very fluent manner and has basically no reference value.

Not only did it not mention that the Dharma Assembly was held in advance, but even the plot was all "Pei Ji met someone, Pei Ji killed someone, Pei Ji held the most tokens, which made the elders sigh in amazement."

Like expired sugarcane, it was long and boring. I don't know why I was willing to force myself to finish reading the book.

She had played in Luancheng all day today and had already consumed most of her energy. She planned to go back to the inn to recuperate after the banquet, but she didn't expect the elders to hit their heads and catch everyone off guard.

There are often spirit beasts attacking people in the mountains. The top priority now is to find a safe place to rest as soon as possible.

Ning Ning yawned tiredly and was about to move forward when she suddenly felt a few faint spiritual auras coming towards her. The moment they touched her skin, they dissipated like smoke, leaving no trace.

Their presence was very weak, and the people who emitted the spiritual auras should be some distance away from here.

Everyone was separated one by one, and it was impossible for the same sect to successfully reunite in such a short time, so the possibility of a gang crime could be ruled out. Judging from the vague murderous aura in these auras, it is very likely that several disciples met on a narrow road and fought directly.

Ning Ning fully inherited the fine tradition of the Chinese people that has been passed down for thousands of years - love to join in the fun. Now she was free anyway, so she might as well join the crowd and admire the style of the elite disciples of the major sects.

If there was a chance, she might be able to take advantage of the chaos and grab a few tokens.

She has never been the type to sit and wait for death. It is obviously more interesting to take the initiative to attack than to hide like a salted fish.

Ning Ning did what she said and immediately moved forward step by step, sensing the source of spiritual energy. Not long after, she heard a woman's low rebuke: "We are all sound cultivators, is it necessary to kill them all?"

She was moved, held her breath and took a few steps forward. Through the lush and swaying shadows of the trees, she saw the figures of four people facing each other.

There were three men and one woman. The woman in green had beautiful features and wore the uniform of the Liuming Mountain sect. The young man standing not far from her had a fierce look on his face and played with the emerald jade flute in his hand with a half-smile. He was the most murderous among the four.

A handsome young man stood impatiently under the tree, his brows full of annoyance. Judging from his jade-white outfit, he should be from Paramount. The monk from the Fanyin Temple, who was facing him from a distance, looked normal, but seemed a little tired. He lowered his eyes and leaned against the tree trunk.

The young man spun the flute on his fingertips, raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Putting us, the music cultivators, together, the elders' intention is obvious - they want to see a good show, and as disciples, how can we refuse? Why not obey the elders' wishes and have a good competition."

The young man in white clothes showed sarcasm: "You talk so high-soundingly, to put it bluntly, don't you just want the tokens on us? There is no point in talking more, come on!"

The young man was waiting for him to say this. Hearing this, he jumped into the air and stood on the branches of the ancient tree as thick as a human arm. Then he urged the flute to play, and a strong wind suddenly rose.

Unlike a tangible sword or amulet, the rhythm seems delicate and elegant, but in fact it is ghostly and elusive, changing in a myriad of ways, and often kills people without a trace. His flute sounded melodious and graceful. With the ups and downs of the melody, the night wind surrounding the forest turned into a bunch of sharp blades. After a sharp whistle, it rushed straight towards the three people under the tree.

Ningning hid her breath and stood in the bushes not far away. The flute sound drifted into her ears. Because it did not pose a threat to her, from the perspective of the crowd of onlookers, it was a good and graceful song.

The sound was wrapped in the evening breeze and spread everywhere, sneaking into every secluded corner, like a cool and comfortable rain in a summer night, which made people feel relaxed and refreshed - provided that its increasingly heavy murderous aura was ignored.

The young man in white was born in Paramount, which is famous for its music. He was not willing to be outdone. After dodging the sharp wind, he took out a storage bag from his arms.

Here they come!

Ning Ning was very interested and looked at his hands expectantly.

Most of the music cultivators are elegant and dignified, and their weapons are mainly flutes, harps and pipa. Now there are several music cultivators gathered on the field, and each of them is very powerful. If you round it up, it is a free open-air music concert.

The storage bag in the young man's hand flashed a dark light, and in the blink of an eye, a erhu appeared in his hand

.

The corner of the young man's mouth twitched, but he continued to play the flute with full concentration.

As the pitch became higher and higher and changed faster and faster, the wind blade and spiritual power became stronger and stronger, and several thick branches were cut off while rushing forward.

Then the boy picked up the bow and the sound of erhu began.

Ningning had always believed that the goal of music cultivation was to cultivate beautiful and melodious music, until the appearance of this boy gave her a heavy blow.

This is not playing the erhu.

This is playing the saw.

As a traditional musical instrument, the erhu is characterized by quietness and sadness, like a clear spring in a stream, and has its own style.

However, when the white-clothed boy pulled the bow, the sound emitted was not the sound of gurgling water, but a terrifying noise similar to nails scratching a blackboard.

Ning Ning was almost sent away after just one listen. The song was not "quiet and mournful" at all. The truly mournful one was the poor person who heard the song.

Beyond the immortal way and history, this wave was an unprecedented magic attack.

Ning Ning wanted to rush forward and tell him with tears in her eyes: "Don't play, don't play! The saw in your hand must be rusty!"

Even the arrogant young man would never have thought that the seemingly weak young man in front of him was actually a ruthless character.

The erhu came out, coupled with his outrageous playing skills, and the situation changed immediately, and every flower and grass became extremely miserable. The

young man thought it was difficult to deal with, but he had no way to retreat. He had no choice but to play the flute to resist. Unexpectedly, the woman from Liuming Mountain also took out a storage bag, and after observing the situation, she silently recited a formula.

Ning Ning couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

The young man played the erhu like a saw, almost completely covering up the sound of the flute. It was obvious that he was a tough guy who was not easy to mess with. What kind of weapon did this woman use to take it out without hesitation under such circumstances?

Could it be that -

the light in the storage bag dissipated, and the musical instrument in the hands of the woman in green gradually became clear.

It was slender, with a large cone-shaped trumpet, and the whole body was gilded with gold.

It was a glittering golden suona.

The young man playing the flute turned pale and his mentality collapsed.

This woman had acted meek and timid before. Judging from her temperament, she should be a qin or konghou player. But

you are the most outrageous one in the audience! One or two of them are playing the pig to eat the tiger. Is there still any honesty and trust between people in this world?

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

The flute in his hand is so weak, pitiful and helpless. How can it withstand the torture of those two bullies in the world of musical instruments? Not to mention playing a tune, if the erhu sound like a donkey's cry is heard not far away, his tune can be taken directly to his grandmother's house. If this suona sounds again...

As the saying goes, among all kinds of musical instruments, suona is the king. It will either ascend to heaven or be married. A thousand-year-old pipa and ten-thousand-year-old zheng, a lifetime of playing an erhu, the whole play ends with the sound

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

the song came out, the whole field was silent.

The high and loud music surged into the ears like a tide, sweeping the world. With a tremor in the eardrum, all other music became dull.

There was the endless squeaking of donkeys, and the screams of tigers on the other side. The young man's flute sounded pitifully, and he had long forgotten the original tone.

Three opposing spiritual energies collided in the night, and the surrounding wind was strong, just like a hundred ghosts parading at night, very scary.

In a music competition, they showed their level and style. After a little packaging, they can go directly to the funeral home to carry the coffin for the funeral.

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

Lying down and listening is the greatest respect for them.

The young flute player who made the most noise at the beginning was the first to collapse. The branches under his feet were cut by the ghostly music, and his body was also hit by several cuts by the surging spiritual energy. He fell to the ground in a panic. Seeing that he was at a disadvantage, he had to hand over the token.

A heart-wrenching song, where can I find a soulmate in the world.

The young man and the blue-clothed woman actually developed a sense of mutual appreciation during the battle, and one token was naturally not enough for them to share equally. They looked at each other silently for a moment, and at the same time looked at the monk leaning against the tree.

The monk looked only eighteen or nineteen years old, with a clear and gentle face. Although he was not handsome, his amber eyes were as calm as an ancient well, and he could easily make people like him.

In addition to Buddhist and physical practitioners, there was also a small group of music practitioners in the Fanyin Temple. Compared with Liumingshan and Bailemen, the instruments they practiced were much more strange.

Qin, zither, zheng and xiao are all child's play. Wooden fish is the mainstream. I heard that a few years ago, there was a tough guy who used his mouth as a musical instrument and specialized in chanting mantras. After a competition, sparks flew from his lips.

If this monk also used a wooden fish, he would probably be defeated by the two of them. Ning Ning felt that the time had come. She was hesitating whether to help, but suddenly she caught a glimpse of the Buddha's light in front of her

. She was not the only one who was stunned.

Even the professional funeral team stopped playing and showed a rather surprised look.

What appeared under the Buddha's light was not a wooden fish.

That thing was extremely huge and round. When it gradually appeared, it shocked the whole world with its domineering aura and made a deep buzzing sound.

My goodness, it turned out to be a Buddhist bell that was two people tall.

The kind that Shaolin Temple would ring every morning as an alarm bell.

The woman in green wanted to curse.

How could a music cultivator use a Buddhist bell as a weapon! Others are playing the piano or the flute, but you are hitting it with a bell pestle? You are sick!

Ning Ning was full of admiration in her heart, secretly thinking that the major sects are really talented.

Although sword cultivators are dogs, most of them are repressed, dogs have to be introverted, and dogs have to not show it.

However, this group of sound cultivators are completely different.

They let themselves go, without any concealment, and even show it to others blatantly: Yes, this is my weapon.

For example, you can see music practitioners who use wooden fish, Buddhist bells, and suona as musical instruments, but you will never see sword practitioners who use fire sticks as weapons.

Talents, all of them are talents.

This good show progresses layer by layer, and everyone is hidden. The elders are worthy of being elders, and even the pranks are so fresh and unconventional.

The woman and the boy obviously did not expect that there is a mountain higher than the other, and the music practitioners present are more weird than each other. After a moment of stunned, they gathered their strength and continued to play music.

The erhu is sad, and the suona is sad. It is a well-deserved soundtrack of the underworld, which brings out extremely strange cold winds.

The young monk at the center of the storm did not change his expression. After nodding slightly, a huge bell pestle appeared in his hand.

The solemn and clear music of Buddhism is incompatible with the music styles of the two. The moment the bell rang, two completely different spiritual powers collided with each other, and a deafening and violent explosion broke out, forcing Ning Ning to cover her ears.

However, although the bell rang, the monk alone could not compete with the two.

The loud sound of the bell was as heavy as a rock, and when it rushed to the ears, it was accompanied by waves of palm winds containing the aura of Buddha. The young man and the woman in green worked side by side, each using their spiritual power to cut off the heavy blows, getting closer and closer to the monk.

Seeing that the monk was gradually losing, the young man shouted in a deep voice: "Hand over the token, and we two will not hurt you!"

But the other party ignored him and just focused on ringing the bell.

So the two of them looked at each other quickly again, and at the same time intensified their attacks and moved closer to him step by step.

They were determined to win, but Ningning vaguely realized that something was wrong.

Although the monk was already at a disadvantage, he did not resist or seek peace, nor did he run away or intensify his attacks. He just stood there indifferently... It

was as if he wanted to attract the two men to get closer.

This thought flashed through his mind, and in that instant, the young monk suddenly raised his eyes.

His pupils were calm and clear like a spring, but at this moment, they reflected some inexplicable dim light, and no one knew what he was thinking about.

Ningning saw him raise the bell pestle high, but he did not use the pestle head to hit the Buddhist bell as before.

Instead, he lifted it up as a whole, like playing baseball, and with one lift, he knocked the Buddhist bell in front of him...

away.

The Buddhist bell, with its big belly, spun and jumped straight in the air without stopping, following the trajectory created by the monk, and directly hit a man and a woman walking side by side.

Ningning was shocked.

Physical attack? !

Why did you hit the Buddhist bell like a baseball! Stop it, this is not how Le Xiu should operate!

The two were knocked far away by the bell, and landed in a double diving posture, with a 99% synchronization rate.

The woman in green had never seen such a routine before, and immediately covered her chest and cried: "You, you are despicable! You actually hit people with a musical instrument, I won't accept it!"

It seems that she has strong adaptability, and can blurt out that the bell is a "musical instrument."

The boy coughed a few times and tried to struggle for mercy: "Master, monks are compassionate, please let us go!"

"Amitabha."

The young monk spoke softly, with a compassionate tone: "The Buddha said, I, the Buddha, will not save fools."

After saying that, he raised the bell pestle in his hand and hit them one by one, and called it a day.