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Yan Luoyue's words are powerful, clear and well-reasoned.

The profound philosophy contained in this sentence was like a wake-up call, which made Yan Luoyue sober up immediately.

——Yes, how can modern people endure not playing with mobile phones for eleven years?

——She didn’t even want to play with her mobile phone for a whole day. How can she be considered a modern person?

Looking back now, Yan Luoyue's understanding of her "time travel" was based on her knowledge that she had a past life and had played the large-scale online game "One World" in her past life.

But once he calmed down like he was doing now, and followed every clue to uncover the truth, Yan Luoyue soon discovered:

With the exception of "All Worlds Become One", I have no memory of my past life and no sense of involvement in it.

She knew that the iron fences in the north tasted sweet when licked in winter, and that onions could be bought by the root in the south.

However, Yan Luoyue could not be sure whether her so-called "previous life" was from the south or the north.

She knew that female students would be seen holding hands when going to the restroom in public, and that office workers who were on good terms with each other would form small groups in private to complain about their worst co-workers.

However, Yan Luoyue couldn't explain whether she was a student party member or a white-collar worker in the past.

Now when Yan Luoyue recalled, the earliest memory she could trace back seemed to be the game "One World".

How a strange food cultivator refines sweet and delicious cakes, a player with strange hobbies and a seahorse develop a cross-species romance, Yan Luoyue learns a lot of knowledge about refining with the help of the system mall and kind players, and also receives many orders from local tyrants...

Up to now, most of the weapon refining skills that Yan Luoyue has mastered are based on the foundation laid in "All Realms Become One".

In addition, those easy memories about the understanding and cognition of modern times, the silly and funny ones...

They are just Yan Luoyue's own inherited memories, equivalent to a database.

After figuring this out, Yan Luoyue slowly let out a long breath.

She rubbed her forehead and muttered to herself, "Actually, if you think about it carefully, the game settings of "One World" are not very friendly to new players!"

For example, there are many things to know when refining utensils: various fire control techniques, identification and matching of refining materials...

These complex and irregular, yet necessary knowledge points almost drove Yan Luoyue to death at first.

Yan Luoyue has always felt that the selling point of "One World" is its reality.

Therefore, these complicated settings are probably one of the characteristics of the game.

In addition, there is a modern platform called st○○, where various games with complex operations can be found everywhere.

But now the fog in front of him slowly dissipated, and Yan Luoyue finally realized belatedly:

Wait, if we continue to do this, the game officials will have to come up with hundreds of plans every year?

At this moment, a smooth and slightly cool leather glove suddenly appeared in Yan Luoyue's sight.

The gloves were a light silver color, like the glow of a distant lone star.

The gloved hand was long, powerful, and familiar.

Wu Manshuang did not say anything to interrupt Yan Luoyue's thoughts.

He placed his palm on the back of Yan Luoyue's hand and looked at her patiently, waiting for her to come back to her senses from her mumbling.

Until their eyes met, Wu Manshuang carefully looked at Yan Luoyue's expression and confirmed that the twists and turns were over.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, it's all right now."

Yan Luoyue rubbed his cheek, glanced at the golden consciousness bar above his head that was almost empty, and uttered a short mournful cry:

"Manshuang, I really want to grow up now!"

Thinking carefully, there were many times in the past when Yan Luoyue almost recalled the issues related to his previous life.

But in her mind, it was like there was a dam that could move freely.

This dam always appears at the critical moment when one is about to make a breakthrough, interrupting the originally rushing thoughts and cleverly directing them in other directions.

Until today, when Yan Luoyue celebrated her eleventh birthday and her consciousness bar rose to ten thousand, she could think smoothly about issues related to her past life.

As for the more in-depth content, such as the essence of "All Worlds Return to One" and Yan Luoyue's true identity...

Yan Luoyue felt a headache at the slightest thought.

Obviously, regarding the specific circumstances of the above news, Yan Luoyue needs to have a stronger consciousness in order to carry the torrent of information.

However, Yan Luoyue already had a vague guess.

However, due to the limitation of the length of the gold bar of spiritual consciousness, this guess cannot be spoken out loud, nor can it be fully thought out.

It could only be an unformed consciousness or thought, suppressed deep in her mind.

Wu Manshuang looked at Yan Luoyue thoughtfully, with a hint of deep contemplation in her dark eyes.

After a while, he echoed softly, "I want to grow up, too."

On the table, three crow-like fires seemed to have sensed Yan Luoyue's mood.

Three balls of flame rolled back from the edge of the table, jumped onto her palms, and patted her elbows, as if trying to comfort Yan Luoyue with these actions.

With a thought, Yan Luoyue picked up the three small flames and pushed them towards Wu Manshuang.

Then, Yan Luoyue saw a strange sight: three small flames rose into the sky and rushed to Wu Manshuang's face.

“…”

This scene seems familiar.

In the past, when they were passing on the Dharma and exchanging ideas, Yan Luoyue and the other two had followed Senior Sister Chang Lili to learn how to refine pills.

Because Wu Manshuang's talent in alchemy was too poor, Yan Luoyue specially gave Flame Ink to Wu Manshuang.

Later, under Mo Mo's guidance, Wu Man Shuang finally refined a furnace of edible pills.

If Yan Luoyue remembered correctly, the first thing Mo Mo did when he got out of the alchemy furnace was to jump towards Wu Manshuang's face with his fangs and claws bared.

At this moment, their liveliness and agility made the three little flames look not like little birds, but rather like three cat fires.

Yan Luoyue touched his chin and said, "Manshuang, these three crow-crying fires seem to be very close to you."

"Really? That's hard to believe."

Wu Manshuang was caught up by Sanduo and stepped on her breasts... bah, the flames from stepping on her face made her panic.

As we all know, cats are liquid.

Pink, ink and red, they seem to be as smooth as liquid, and are no easier to deal with than catching a cat.

Wu Manshuang used both hands and struggled for a long time before she finally picked up three small flames of different sizes.

At this moment, he recalled the time when Mo Mo slapped his face.

Wu Manshuang murmured to herself, "My feeling is still the same as last time. These three little guys...are they here to fight me?"

I don't know which word in this sentence angered the three flames.

A few crow-crying fires paused for a moment, and then began to struggle desperately in Wu Manshuang's hands.

Before the battle flag sounded, Yan Luoyue took back the three flames and stuffed them back into the straw nest one by one.

"At least, they respond to you." Yan Luoyue smiled and comforted Wu Manshuang, "Normally, even when facing Master, the Huo Huos don't like to pay attention to you."

After the awakening of his mind just now, and recalling the mission assigned to him by the Falling Moon Tree, Yan Luoyue has made up his mind.

Yan Luoyue touched the three straw braids on her waist and said softly:

"In Hongtong Palace... is there another fire of the Crow's Cry that has been used for three thousand years?"

So, for a long time in the future, Yan Luoyue’s target will be the little flame in Hongtong Palace.

…

Yan Luoyue's long-term goal is to point his sword at Hongtong Palace.

As for the short-term goal, it is to investigate the relationship between the Silver Light Arena and the Demon World.

You know, from childhood to adulthood, Yan Luoyue has only seen the beast head ring twice outside the arena.

These two times, one was in the storage bag of the demon minion controlled by the Illusion Tree, and the other was in the lair of the Heteromorph Demon in the Demon Realm.

If it wasn't a coincidence, it could only mean that the Silver Arena and the Demonic Realm were deeply connected.

Therefore, in order to achieve this goal, Yan Luoyue naturally——

"Then, Manshuang, you can only put on a vest and go to investigate."

Wu Manshuang is naturally willing to take responsibility, and he will not refuse to take on any dangerous mission.

However, the little snake still has some complaints about Yan Luoyue's current plan.

"Does it have to be like this?"

Yan Luoyue said seriously: "We have seen it before. The preparations for the Silver Light Arena are very thorough."

"They even have a Nine-Headed Bird commentator. I'm sure they will check if the champion is wearing a disguise/mask before letting him in."

However, Wu Man Shuang's true appearance has always been half-hidden under her cloak, and few people know it.

Therefore, as long as he is carefully made up, even if he appears without a mask and with his natural appearance, his true identity will not be exposed.

"...My fighting style is so easy to recognize, but you are different, Manfrost."

Yan Luoyue clasped her hands together and looked up. Her round eyes, which were characteristic of the turtle tribe, with eyeliner, twinkled, as if she was singing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" with her eyes.

Yan Luoyue vowed: "I have already written the character. As long as you grasp the essence of this vest, I guarantee that no one will recognize you!"

In response, Wu Manshuang said: "..."

He glanced at the clothes in Yan Luoyue's hand, and then looked at Yan Luoyue's big, blinking eyes.

After a moment, Wu Manshuang looked away with great difficulty and said indifferently, "But this is too... strange..."

"It's not strange!" Yan Luoyue insisted, "Hasn't Second Master Bi worn a similar outfit before? She looks great in it!"

“How can it be the same?” Wu Manshuang murmured, “He doesn’t have the Second Master’s Pen…”

The second teacher's pen is Mi Jichen, and he has no gender.

Not only gender, she doesn't even have belly buttons.

Therefore, no matter what the second master wears, it will not look strange. Even if he wears very little, he still has a natural and elegant demeanor like the "mountain ghost" in mythological epics.

The dress in front of Wu Man Shuang was made of brightly colored fabric and a thin texture, and was adorned with a number of jingling silver ornaments from head to toe.

The most important thing is that after putting it on, your waist and abdominal muscles will be clearly exposed.

In short, this is an outfit that makes people want to call him "the demon man from Southern Xinjiang" just by looking at him.

For Wu Manshuang, who has been bound more tightly since she was a child, and even has her eyes covered more than Arab women, this is indeed a psychological challenge.

However, he also had to admit that Yan Luoyue's consideration was reasonable:

It was precisely because Wu Manshuang was so different from such anti-traditional attire that once he wore it like this, no one would associate him with Wu Manshuang.

I just need to take another pill of the high-quality and high-quantity aging pill made by Chang Lili to increase my height by several dozen centimeters...

The rebellious demon from southern Xinjiang has nothing in common with Wu Manshuang, who always wears a black cloak with her face half covered and half exposed.

The two of them argued back and forth like sawing wood for several times, and finally it ended with Wu Man Shuang's compromise.

The little snake looked at the outfit again and again, looked up to the sky and sighed, but still had to go into the inner room to change clothes.

As for Luoyue, she was facing the door, rubbing her hands in anticipation, as if she was a fan waiting for the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show.

After a while, the door opened, but the person behind the door did not come out.

Yan Luoyue called out softly, "Manshuang?"

“…”

What crossed the threshold before Wu Manshuang's bare feet was his soft sigh.

The next moment, the jingling silver ornaments collided with each other, making a fine and pleasant sound.

A pale bare foot with distinct joints stepped out of the doorstep, with a bell tied with a red rope on the ankle.

Wu Manshuang, who looked like a young man, walked out of the room and stood in front of Yan Luoyue.

The bright and thin clothes have an exotic feel to them. The dark green fabric is woven with silver threads, just like a fairy weaving a brocade and sprinkled it with a handful of stars.

The bottom of the shirt was decorated with silver tassels, hanging half-covering the young man's beautiful and firm abdominal muscles.

His skin was a naturally cold and pale color, so it matched the silver jewelry very well, like a column of salt condensed in a snowy peak.

Following the not-too-deep vertical line in the abdominal muscles all the way up, Yan Luoyue finally saw the little snake's face.

Generally speaking, men who wear too dark colors tend to appear frivolous, but Wu Man Shuang does not have to worry about this.

From the preface, Luoyue also thought the little snake was good-looking.

But that is the beauty of a young man with delicate features, as beautiful as frost and clear sky, like a thousand miles of ice in winter and rime in the snow.

However, it was not until now, seeing Wu Manshuang wearing such a gorgeous outfit, that Yan Luoyue realized that when the little snake grew up, she would actually have a darker appearance, and she would look good with either light or heavy makeup.

——He even applied two lines of light red eyeshadow on the corners of his eyes without any instruction, and drew a gorgeous peacock tail feather on his face.

Therefore, even though Wu Manshuang pursed her lips coldly and said nothing, she still looked as if she was angered and looked at others with an evil look.

The moment their eyes met, Yan Luoyue felt as if he was deprived of his breath.

Not only that, she seemed to have lost her ability to speak as well.

“Fuck…” Yan Luoyue muttered, “Slurp, slurp, slurp…”

Wu Manshuang: “…”

Wu Manshuang took a deep breath and said, "The interjection in the first sentence is fine, but what is slurping slurping doing?"

Yan Luoyue touched the tip of his nose and said embarrassedly:

"Isn't this... well, to show respect for nature when the human body displays the golden ratio?"

Wu Manshuang: “…”

He heard her talking nonsense here!

At this moment, Wu Manshuang's feet felt cool, her abdominal muscles felt cool, and the large areas of exposed skin on both sides were still cool.

And the culprit was staring at him intently.

Even though he was blushing from his ears to his neck, he refused to look away and even shamelessly tried to applaud the little seal.

Wu Manshuang: “…”

Wu Manshuang originally wanted to say something.

Seeing Yan Luoyue's performance, I felt that there was nothing more to say.

He took a step forward and held Yan Luoyue's cheeks until she arched her pointed little pigeon mouth.

Then, resentfully, he began to knead it like dough.

Yan Luoyue smiled heartlessly while having his face rubbed, and did not forget to remind Wu Manshuang:

"Manshuang, from such a close distance, I can see your abdominal muscles."

Wu Manshuang: “…”

In an instant, Wu Man Shuang felt as if she was burned by hot charcoal. She quickly let go and turned around, with her back to Yan Luoyue. Her feet seemed to have wheels, and she slid to the corner of the wall, facing the wall.

Seeing this scene, Yan Luoyue laughed even louder and more viciously.

At this moment, Yan Luoyue finally understood why in the novels, when describing a woman as being enchanting, one would say she had a "slender waist".

However, in order to avoid making the little snake shy, she decided not to continue.

It’s not that Wu Manshuang walks in a graceful manner or anything.

But the slender waistline of the snake clan... wow, it's simply speechless.

Of course, you have to be responsible for coaxing the little snake that you have caused trouble for.

Yan Luoyue smiled for a while, then walked forward, took Wu Manshuang's hand and shook it, then pulled him to the table and sat down.

She rested her chin on her hand and admired the youthful Xiaoshe's beautiful complexion for a while before asking, "Manshuang, I didn't know you knew how to put on makeup?"

Wu Manshuang frowned and pressed her lips into a straight line.

If it weren't for the red cloud from cheeks to neck that has not yet faded, he would have looked frighteningly intimidating.

He replied with a straight face, "I asked Senior Brother Song for advice before."

"Oh, by the way, Senior Brother Song Qingchi is very good at doing makeup for Senior Sister Tao Tao." Yan Luoyue suddenly realized, and then felt a little puzzled.

"But why did you think of asking Senior Brother Song for advice on this?"

“…”

Wu Manshuang opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she covered her eyes helplessly.

He whispered, "I originally thought that having many skills would always be helpful, and one day I'll be able to use them..."

However, Wu Manshuang herself did not expect that the person and timing of using this makeup technique would be completely different from her original intention.

"Don't be embarrassed, you look really good in this outfit."

Yan Luoyue rested his elbows on the table and slid down to lie on his arms, tilting his head to look at Wu Manshuang.

Wu Manshuang turned her eyes away stiffly.

Of course he was not angry with her, he just felt a little embarrassed.

Therefore, Wu Manshuang pretended to be unhappy in order to avoid many questions that Yan Luoyue might ask in the future.

——Otherwise, Yan Luoyue would definitely ask a lot of small questions like "Does silver tassels cool abdominal muscles?" Wu Manshuang knows Yan Luoyue too well.

But if he didn't avoid her gaze, he wouldn't even be able to pretend to be angry.

"I also have a dark purple women's set in my collection. Can I wear it with you?"

Seeing that Wu Manyhuang didn't answer, Yan Luoyue narrowed her eyes, took his hand and shook it.

She said thoughtfully, "But... I don't know how to put on such beautiful makeup."

“…”

Wu Manshuang's heart moved, and as soon as she glanced over, she was caught by Yan Luoyue who was waiting for her.

"Please, Manshuang." Yan Luoyue said briskly and playfully, "After I take the aging pill and change my clothes, please help me put on some suitable makeup."

Wu Manshuang: “…”

Well, although the process is a bit tortuous and the route is a bit confusing.

But his original intention of learning this skill was achieved in a complicated and roundabout way.

Wu Manshuang still had a stern face, but the corners of her lips seemed to be slightly raised.

He said, “Maybe I’m not a good painter.”

"How could you not draw well?" Yan Luoyue said as a matter of course.

Listening to Yan Luoyue's tone, it seemed as if it was natural for Wu Manshuang to design her makeup beautifully, just like the truth of the world that operates like the sun rising in the east and setting in the west.

Yan Luoyue blinked and smiled slyly: "——After all, you are drawing me."

…

Wu Manshuang never showed her face directly, but Yan Luoyue did.

Therefore, even after taking a special aging pill to adjust his body shape, Yan Luoyue still wore a butterfly mask that he made himself to cover his face.

The exposed lower half of the face is covered with exquisite painting.

At first glance, there were several vine branches hanging down from the mask.

The way Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang were dressed, they didn't look like disciples of famous and upright sects. Instead, they looked more like little devils from an evil sect on the southern border.

The two of them paraded through the city and received countless turns.

Wu Manshuang has always been very studious and loves what she learns.

Even though he was not used to this outfit, Yan Luoyue had already outlined his character as a coquettish and slutty bitch, so he would naturally follow the script conscientiously.

The waiter led the two of them to register as champions.

Yan Luoyue smiled and waved her hands: "I can't, I just came to watch the fun."

The waiter nodded and turned to Wu Manshuang: "So what is the name of this distinguished guest?"

Wu Manshuang lowered her eyelids, slowly raised the silver-grape-threaded ruby ​​smoke gun she carried with her, and lightly drew a line on the paper.

He had already discussed this issue with Yan Luoyue.

At once, everyone present heard the elegant man speak.

His voice was surprisingly special, soft and delicate, yet with a chill that made it hard to approach, like a poisonous snake caressing your neck intimately.

"Dui Choumian." The man said slowly, "My name is Dui Choumian."

…

This monk from southern Xinjiang named Dui Choumian is indeed extraordinary.

——Yes, although no one knows Dui Choumian’s origin and identity, almost everyone assumes that he is a monk from Southern Xinjiang.

Whether it was the strange and ostentatious attire rarely seen in the Central Plains, or the long smoke gun he carried with him that could spew out a variety of poisonous mists, or the man's ghostly figure and unique body movements that made people feel disturbed with the sound of silver bells...

In fact, the costumes were provided by Yan Luoyue.

The long-smoking gun was just a cover for Wu Manshuang to use poison mist.

As for the body movement... this is indeed unique.

However, since Gui Yuanzong was once the number one sect in the world, there must be some obscure and unknown contents in his library.

Wu Manshuang has managed Dui Choumian's character very well.

He impressed people from the beginning with his attire.

Afterwards, Dui Choumian won ten games in a row with ease.

He looks handsome and affectionate, but in fact he is cruel and ruthless. In every match, even if his opponent is far superior to him in cultivation, Dui Choumian will never show any mercy and show his grace.

This demon from southern Xinjiang behaves in a stubborn and weird way.

At the end of each match, the opponent would become paralyzed, foam at the mouth, convulse and fall to the ground, having to be carried away by the waiters.

Some people couldn't stand it and accused him, "He was about to throw in the towel, why are you still attacking him?"

"It's a pity that he didn't admit defeat faster than I could attack."

Dui Choumian glanced at him nonchalantly and smiled, and his provocation value instantly reached the maximum.

What he said next was even more provocative than that smile.

Dui Choumian said softly, "I just don't understand, how can a weak cultivator like him dare to come up and declare war on me without practicing the skill of surrendering in advance?"

In the whole place, probably only Wu Manshuang and Yan Luoyue knew that the poisonous smoke that would make people fall to the ground stiff and foam at the mouth would not have any sequelae except making them unable to move for a month.

Sitting in the audience, after hearing these words, Yan Luoyue instantly retreated tactically.

If there was no mask covering it, others would definitely see that at this moment, Yan Luoyue's expression became very strange.

You know, when discussing the character setting before, Yan Luoyue once provided a shortcut.

She said, "Manshuang, if you really can't act out this rebellious character... then why don't you imitate our Master?"

"...Master?"

Yan Luoyue nodded firmly: "I've thought about it. With Master's appearance, he can still support this outfit!"

Now, Wu Manshuang was obviously capable of carrying out a show, and Yan Luoyue couldn't help but let her thoughts wander a little.

For example, she is thinking now... In Wu Manshuang's impression, is there some misunderstanding about Ji Qinghong?

After all, when Ji Qinghong was being weird and attracting hatred...

E, this...

It seems to be quite similar to now!

Okay, it’s confirmed. Little Snake didn’t misunderstand anything. He clearly grasped the essence!

…

The champion Dui Chou Mian, just like the champion Kou Kou Kou who rose like the morning sun a few days ago, fought dozens of games in a row and still showed no sign of defeat.

During this period, he was taken to the backstage by the waiter to rest and changed his rings several times.

When he was promoted from Iron to Bronze for the first time, Dui Choumian didn't even glance at the list of rewards the waiter brought to him.

He asked lazily, "What's the first item on the list?"

"It's one hundred low-grade spirit stones, distinguished guest." The waiter smiled and bowed to him, "Are you sure you want to exchange it for one hundred spirit stones?"

Dui Choumian waved his hand nonchalantly: "Go and exchange them - after that, these spirit stones will all be yours."

The waiter raised his head slightly, was stunned for a moment, and then took small steps back.

There is no technical requirement to upgrade from black iron to bronze.

So, the rewards on this list are all general and nothing special.

It is not uncommon to choose the first reward.

But they had no attachment to the one hundred low-grade spirit stones. Although there were many distinguished guests like this, there were definitely not too many.

Generally speaking, these guests don't come for rewards...nor do they come for the fun of competing in the ring.

Sure enough, that afternoon, when the price of bronze was raised to silver, Dui Choumian smiled slowly.

He has a charming and seductive appearance, and there is something in his temperament that keeps people away.

Therefore, although Dui Choumian's smile was charming, it gave people the feeling of a gorgeous poisonous snake spitting its poison in front of them, and instantly made the waiter feel cold from the back of his head to his heels.

Dui Choumian asked casually, "I heard that the reward for the Silver Champion includes a wish?"

The waiter corrected him respectfully: "It's 'a wish that may come true'."

"Yes." Dui Choumian dragged out his nasal tone and nodded slowly, "I will choose that wish."

The waiter reminded: "If the wish cannot be fulfilled, you can't go back and choose a reward from the list."

Dui Choumian frowned slightly. Such a simple action was like throwing a heavy weight roughly on the waiter's anxiety.

The man scolded coldly: "You are so long-winded."

"Yes, I understand. I'm sorry." The waiter bent his waist even deeper. "Then, what do you wish for..."

Only then did Dui Choumian show her beautiful smile again.

He did not express any wishes, but just waved his hands calmly.

"Keep arranging the arena for me. You will know my wish eventually."

"……yes."

This time, after leaving the lounge, the waiter did not go to the preparation room where the ring fight was arranged, but turned around and walked quickly in another direction.

The waiter didn't notice at all that the moment he turned around and left, a colorless and invisible mist quietly attached itself to the back of his lapel.

In the lounge, Wu Manshuang half closed her eyes.

After sensing the movement of the mist, the corners of his lips turned up, revealing a calm smile.

——As a monk of extraordinary strength, he pointed out the wishes in the list of rewards with a clear purpose, but he did not say his own wish.

It was obvious that this monk must be asking for something.

But he knew in his heart that the current level of the ring was not worthy of what he wanted.

In other words, this silver-level wish is just a preview of the arena.

Whenever the Silver Light Arena had to deal with a similar incident, the waiter would report the incident to the person in charge, who would then order an observation and assessment of the monk.

If Wu Manshuang guessed correctly, the next ring battle would probably be a tough challenge for him.

…

There was nothing wrong with Wu Manshuang's thinking, but the arena had indeed provided him with a tough nut to crack.

But the bone itself... well, what should I say?

There is nothing wrong with the bone itself. It just looks a bit familiar.

Looking at this young swordsman in front of him who was arrogant, thrifty with words, and who had just been defeated by Yan Luoyue not long ago...

Dui Choumian wanted to say something, but decided not to.

Fate is indeed an elusive destiny.

Especially this swordsman walked up to the Zhuang family before the opening.

He emptied his wallet in the same unrestrained manner as before fighting Yan Luoyue, took out ten middle-grade spirit stones and four spirit beads, and said decisively: "Suppress myself!"

Wu Manshuang on the stage: “…”

Yan Luoyue in the audience: “…”

Seeing this scene, the two of them fell silent at the same time.

When the champion, the swordsman named "Kill One Person in Ten Steps," walked onto the stage, Dui Choumian sighed quietly without anyone noticing.

He asked in an interested tone: "Did you just bet your entire fortune?"

The swordsman was of aloof disposition and didn't like to talk, so he just nodded.

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Wu Manshuang: “…”

This time, Dui Choumian reminded without any sarcasm: "Then you, look back at them again."

——Anyway, in this competition, Brother Jian Xiu will definitely lose.

Those properties, if you look at them one more time, they will be one less time.

If the timing was not wrong, Yan Luoyue really wanted to ask this sword cultivator - Brother, do you feel any familiar omen of misfortune?

Besides, he had already lost all his fortune by betting everything last time, so how could this swordsman be so bold now?

This is not Yan Luoyue being conceited. He has already asserted that he can win before the competition even started.

The main thing is that her and Wu Manshuang's abilities cannot be determined by their level of cultivation.

Although the two of them are only at the Jindan stage, their cheats are not that bad!

There is no need to talk about Yan Luoyue herself. As for Wu Manyhuang - as far as Yan Luoyue knows, although the little snake's health bar is not as exaggerated as hers × 10, its toxicity is also increasing day by day.

It was only after a few more times that Wu Man Shuang's ability to control the toxin became stronger and stronger, and she became more reserved.

In fact, Yan Luoyue had no doubt that with just one drop of Wu Manyhuang's blood, she could kill an ordinary Jindan cultivator one or two hundred times.

The outcome of this game was naturally no suspense.

Although his sword energy was powerful, it was not much inferior to Choumian's instant restraining formation.

The toxic smoke was colorless and odorless, and spread throughout the venue unnoticed.

Even though the Jindan sword cultivator held his breath, the gentle and deep poison could still penetrate every pore.

It pulled out the silk thread and peeled off the cocoon, first blocking the consciousness, then blocking the meridians, until finally grabbing the Dantian and stripping the sword practitioner of every bit of strength.

As a result, the confident and bold swordsman once again lost all his wealth.

Dui Choumian asked softly, seemingly with sympathy, but more like taking pleasure in the misfortune:

"What can I do? You won't have such a hard time selling your scabbard, will you?"

As a junior fellow of the sword cultivators, he knows very well what the scabbard means to the sword cultivators!

The arrogant swordsman clenched his fists suddenly - oh, he couldn't clench them tightly. He was now completely powerless, his limbs were twitching, and white foam was coming out of the corners of his mouth.

But even so, the will of this swordsman is like steel, far surpassing all the people who fell under the poisonous mist of Duchoumian combined.

Because, under such terrible paralysis, he still tried his best to utter a word.

"We sword cultivators would never sell our sword sheath even if we had to sell our last pair of pants!"

Wu Manshuang: “…”

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Very good, after identification, this is a pure-blooded swordsman.

…

After this episode, Duichoumian's strength was clearly confirmed.

Not long after, Dui Choumian obtained the golden beast head ring.

This time, he chose "a wish that might come true" as a reward, and still remained silent and refused to reveal the wish.

His intention was clearly conveyed to the person in charge of the Silver Light Arena through this action.

Because soon, Dui Choumian received an invitation.

——On the same day, Yan Luoyue received two letters.

The first paper crane message came from a rare visitor, Yin Wangyou.

The second letter came from another friend with whom I interacted frequently, the quiet little nun Shen Jingxuan.

Speaking of Yin Wangyou, this young alchemist has been keeping in touch with Yan Luoyue over the years.

The frequency of their correspondence was not very high, about once every six months, and most of the correspondence was about academic exchanges.

It was fate. When Yan Luoyue first met Yin Wangyou, it was in the Silver Light Arena.

Now, after many twists and turns, Yan Luoyue came to investigate matters related to the Silver Light Arena, and happened to receive a letter from Yin Wangyou.

Yan Luoyue opened Yin Wangyou's letter with a smile, and her eyes froze instantly.

After a moment, she opened Shen Jingxuan's letter without hesitation, and then put the two letters together.

——The contents of these two letters are exactly the same.

[I am Jingxuan/Wangyou. I am currently with Wangyou/Jingxuan and being hunted by unknown people. I hope Luoyue can help me as soon as possible! ]