"Such ingenuity... Junior Brother Lu is truly a genius!"
"Wonderful, wonderful!"
The person was actually right next to him, listening to the other person praising himself without blushing or getting nervous.
[Su Yu used his strength to convince the righteous monk Zhong Yi, earning his admiration. He will then randomly gain one of his abilities.]
[Reward: Twenty years of martial arts experience]
"Another shipment?"
Lu Ze raised his eyebrows.
This true disciple named Zhong Yi is so kind and caring!
It’s a pity that both times were Wu Yu experiences.
If only I could be like Mo Ran and give myself a more awesome skill.
…
…
Outside the illusion.
On the square.
The second elder, who had his eyes closed to rest, suddenly opened them.
"It's time!"
He stood up.
But I didn't expect that
All the disciples below, without exception, were immersed in the illusion and had no intention of withdrawing.
Ding Mingcang was dumbfounded.
A fantasy world of cutting fruit has begun.
Why did so many Lingxiao Sect disciples become addicted to it?
It doesn’t matter for the outer disciples who have never been exposed to the illusion.
What kind of cultivation illusion haven't these inner disciples experienced?
Never mind cutting fruit.
Even the chain repair method of carving runes on tofu has been designed by someone!
I've never seen these disciples practice so passionately.
“Ahem…”
He cleared his throat.
"One hour has come!"
This sound was infused with some spiritual energy, and had the effect of shocking the soul.
The disciples below finally came out of the illusion with a lingering feeling.
"Old Ding, why did you call me out as well?"
Chao Wenqiu, who was standing aside, had a dark face and looked a little unhappy.
Just now he was fighting wits and courage with the last wave of zombies and was preparing to fight the last group of zombies.
As a result, Ding Mingcang's shock caused his hand to tremble and the nut wall was thrown crookedly.
As a result, his own middle road was also broken.
"this……"
Faced with Chao Wenyu's harsh criticism, Ding Mingcang was even more dumbfounded.
How come even the Great Elder is playing?
What kind of fantasy is this...
Even Chao Wenyu couldn't pass the level within an hour.
He looked at the disciples below with a complicated expression.
Originally, he wanted to ask if any of his disciples had passed the test.
No need to ask at this moment.
Chao Wenyu didn’t even make it through, let alone the disciples of Lingxiao Sect?
"Great Elder...did this kid deliberately make the illusion so long and boring?"
Ding Mingcang asked.
"Long? Well... a little long."
Chao Wen Le stroked his beard leisurely, recalling the scene of raising a large area of spiritual plants to attack zombies, and felt very refreshed.
For the first time, he experienced the joy of cultivation in a fantasy world.
Ding Mingcang's expression suddenly became ugly.
Judging from Chao Wenqiu's reaction, this illusion is definitely not as simple as it seems.
He and Lu Ze have a sect contract.
If he loses, he will go to Siguo Valley to face the wall!
This is such a huge loss of face!
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